Fullmoonin’ Fever

19yr old Brad comes from Austin for his annual visit to Tommy and the farm, bringing with him his new muscles and raging hormones.

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this here story's m’ own and i din't get high marks in enlgish, but i'm gonna write it cuz i gotta get stuff out in the open before i xplode--everythins happenin so quick an i'm only 18. that happened only a few months ago on May 9th, 1987. it's about my cuzin brad who's maybe 19, or even 20 now and from austin and gettin wilder by th day. 'what you do for fun these days kid' he asks me when he first arrive. i kicked at the dirt cuz i thought it rude he calls me kid. 'i do the same as always. You was here last year and the year before that, so why do you ask when you alrredy no?'

he laughed out loud and opened the buttons at his neck and i could see th’ deep groove partin his muscle chest. Brad says he works out wi his home made weights in the garage, tho i've never been to Austin and don’t even no, but he must be cuz he’s got muscles i no he dint have last summer. way more i kin see from his chest alone.

'i like it when you get mad' he said back. he laffed even more an rubbed his hand all down his shirt, lovin hisself. My aunt Ina brings him cuz she says he's a hanfull. he don't have no father or mother cuz of some accident. brad never talks about it, and he gives Ina trouble cuz he's so wild. he's not really my cuzin but my sister Lucy tol me he is so--that Ina is really his momma . she got knocked up when she was in hi school an she gave brad away until his fake folks got killed somehow on a trip, then she decided to take him back, make sure he had a home. i don't no if its true cuz brad dont talk serious ever.

brad shoved me but i knew he would so i braced myself. 'hmmmm, your arms n'shoulders are gettin big, tommy. you workin out some?' 'maybe,' i spit on the ground. 'hell brad you otta no i work so hard round this place--if i don't get big everywhere i be surprised. i'm not yet your size but just wait ok?' he laffed again real hard and then looked me up and down while still rub bin his chest. 'why you lookin at me brad? see something you like?’ he laffed again, his mule brayin laff, an tried to tackle me but i slipped out of the way. 'your cute you no that tommy? you could be in the movies like that guy mat dillon.'

'i don't no who that is, an it dont matter cuz we gotta help samson in the barn now, so stop foolin aroun.' we walks from the porch an the sun is so damn hot i unbutton my shirt too. brads a real city boy but when he gets here he puts on overalls an makes a show of wipin his brow with a big red kerchif an walking witha swagger. He dont no how it makes everyone smile, specially samson. samson is our hired help who lives in the bunkhouse on his own. we used to have maybe five helps but not now. samson is the only one who stayed and hes maybe my best friend even tho hes like 25 or even more.

'you no tommy i was gonna ask you a question cuz its full moon tonight.' i stopped walkin an shaded my eyes to look at him closeup. i squinted m’eyes, sizin’ him up, 'we ain't doin what you tol me bout last year' i said to his grinnin face.

brad is hansome, no question an everyone says it. he looks like he's half mexican an my sister lucie says his real daddie was. she says theres no guys more dark n'hansome than brad, cept maybe tony danza, whoever that is . he laffed his head off this time an shoved me nearly off m'feet. 'shit, tommy, see?--you remembered it, so it must've ment somethin or you wouldnot remember what i tol you!'

i kept headin us to the barn. 'all i member is you sayin that a full moons a time you feel all crazy.' 'yeah,' he laffs at me, his dark eyes all twinklin. 'an what else?' 'shit' i said back. his big hand reaches out an pulls me so close we're standin face t'face an his warm breath wuz washin over me. i couldnt look him in th eye.

i just kicked at the ground. 'if anyone ever saw us we’d get bullwhipped.' my voice dropped an i looked to th'house. 'whooee,' he yelled out makin me more jittery. 'see?' he grabbed me by th'bicep. 'godamn--see what?,' i asked his grinnin puss. he laughed '---you wanna do it but yer jus afraid of bein caught?'

'knowin you we sure would cuz'a your mule laff alone brad.' he was starin again inta m'eyes an all over me. 'if you promise to shut your mouth, then maybe' i said then '--only cuz its hotter n'hell an it would feel cooler is all.' i felt so queer havin his dark eyes look right thru me that way, like he was lookin me all over an i mean ALL over. 'but we have'ta go far beyon the barn, brad. we gotta go way the hell....' 'i knew you'd cave in,' he wiped his wide lips an smiled. his lips are real wide, an his face is so dimpled an cheekboned an his ears so small it makes his lips look like they were made for kissin an thats what lucy said one time. 'he looks like a grownup boy.' 'hellsbells, luce, thats what he is, dumass' i said back. 'him an me's both'a us still only teens.'

'no one's caving in,ok?' i kept on marchin us to the barn. 'your a guest here an i have'ta meet you halfway poppa tol me. he said your crazier n'a coon but that i'm way too serious an your good for me that way.' i felt his arm come round my neck an his breath hot on my face. 'he's rite, an tonite i'm gonna loosen you up, you wait.' I squirmed out of his grip feelin flushed at how big his biceps felt, cause they were full an strong n'warm and it was like how i couldn't catch m breath for awhile.

we ate late cuz momma had gone out to help over to the church. all thru it brad kep starin at me an then kickin at me under the table like he was ten instead of near 20. i tried ignorin him til finely when i looked back he licked his lips and then licked off the choclite sirup from his spoon real slow an then grinned at me somemore like we had some kinda secret tween us. m'eyes kept lookin at how deep that valley is now dividin his suntan muscle tits an how even his brown neck is thicker muscled now and his shoulders so wide they brushed pops as they sat t’gether. try as i might i couldn’t stop starin’ only to have him catch m’eye an wink and lick more choclite off his fingers, takin his sweet time over the middle one like it was speshul an’ then laffin’ his stupid laff.

'your feelin your oats, huh, you two?' poppa said to me, his green eyes narrow. he was someone brad always lisened to cuz my poppa is no-shit built like a weightlifter, hairy ches’ n all. 'well, at least here you can't get to no trouble, an there's no point goin to town cuz yer too young an end up doin somethin stupid.' Brad laughed an ran his foot up my leg 'its full moon t’nite uncle luke-- i'm a’ways crazy under a moon.'

pop looked at me like he wondered what i was thinkin then he looked back at him 'don't worry, brad, cause mr.serious here will keep you in line.'

my momma jes sat an shook her head at brad's wild ways, 'save your fork cuz i got pie.'

I have read many stories on this forum for a while but never posted one of my experiences before. Well here is mine, just thought I'd share, may be boring to some but it is what it is.

I am in my mid-20's, never had sex before, or really done any sexual experience before. I am technically bisexual but mainly into guys and have never dated or even kissed anyone before (but not from lack of trying lol). Part of me has always had that mentality of wanting all those moments with someone special. But as I've gotten older I realized, might as well get it over with but at least do it with someone at least caring and hopefully with someone I know. I genuinely hate dating or hookup apps, not because of the people just not my thing. I'd say I'm 70% masculine mentally, but physically I look like a twink (I'm athletic but just too lazy to work out post my athletic career).

I always thought I was a bottom because of my physical size and my dick (I'm slightly below average but that's fine with me as long as I can jerk it, it also curves up so idk if I can even fuck a person with it). But I bought a sex toy and fucking it feels so nice. Regardless I always wanted to try bottoming in person, using dildos never truly did it for me.

So enough about my insecurities lol, I started a job two years ago and it has been pretty good. Nice coworkers, lots to do, and a safe space. Personally I never thought of anyone there sexually in my mind, they were all just coworkers or friends to me. But about a year in, for some reason, one of my bosses was just constantly on my mind. Like I said, I never thought about him that way but looking at him more and more, it gave me a nice feeling down there. He was cool, we would occasionally get lunch together during work, had some nice conversations and has similar humor to me.

So he is a white man, in his mid-40's, definitely old enough to legally be my dad but whatever, he did have a bit of a dad bod, meaty arms that weren't necessarily muscular but wasn't flabby, had a bit of a beer gut but I liked that. Whenever we talked and I can see his whole body, when he looked away I would take a look at his crotch to see if he had a boner or at least see if he was packing. Unfortunately he's the kind of guy who is between sizes so wears clothes a little too big for him. But my guesses was that he was packing, probably around 7". He also wore undershirts too so I can never see his nipples poking out, but that would have ended me had I could see them.

Anyways, he was divorced with a kid around half my age, and although the idea of dating this man would be cool, I didn't want to interfere with his kid's life. But he's a single man who probably had a whole lot of sex with his ex-wife or at least beat his meat a lot based on the sexual humor he always says. Personally, I thought, this man says sex jokes all the time and isn't dating, even though he's straight, he'll be desperate enough to put his dick in any type of hole. Could be a win win situation.

After months of constantly thinking of this man, I finally told myself just go for it. Like it'll be fucking weird to ask but he seems cool enough that even if he was like fuck no, he wouldn't rat me out or disown me as a friend.

So one Friday before the weekend, we went out to lunch. I was flipping nervous. Kept the lunch talk casual before I started to ask him about his sex life. We never talked about that kind of thing before but I felt like I had to ease my way into the asking part. The conversation was a little awkward on both ends, but he pointed out he hasn't really had sex since his divorce which was years ago. He also hadn't really talked to any other female romantically since then as well.

The conversation and lunch pretty much ended there and threw our trash away and headed to the car. I drove so I was in the passenger seat and once we got into the car I was so nervous. I basically just ended blurting out "Since you haven't done anything in a while, can I suck your dick?" The look he gave me was definitely a WTF kind of look and I for sure cringed. He said "Dude, are you serious?" in confusion. I was pretty honest, "Yeah like I just thought I'd ask, I kind of want to try and like I won't tell anyone, just stays between you and me". He asked me if I was gay and I explained what I was and I told him "Can I try it, like after a minute you don't like it we can stop, this doesn't mean anything to me I just thought out of everyone you might want it and idk". At first he said no, so I apologized. We kind of sat quietly for a minute and then he kind of looked and me said, "you really want to try it?". I nodded and he said "okay fine, we'll try it but if it gets too weird then I'm stopping you."

I told him okay and made him slide the passenger seat as far back as he could. I hopped into the leg room area and luckily I'm small and flexible enough to fit there between his legs. Even though I was nervous I tried to play it cool and laugh to make it feel less awkward. He definitely had a straight man mentality of looking upset this was happening but let it happen anyways.

Sitting between his legs he started to unbuckle his pants as I pulled his zipper down. We tried to pull his boxer briefs down but doing it in a car isn't ideal. So he got up a little and pulled his pants and briefs down above his knees. I was so focused on getting his pants down that I didn't see his junk unveiled but when I looked up and saw his cock and balls, it looked so nice. He was soft and looked small at first (bigger than me for sure though) but even when he was soft, his dick was thick. My mouth was small so that I knew was going to be a problem. I looked at it for a few seconds and he was looking away because he didn't want to think of being sucked off by a guy and I went for it.

I put his soft dick in my mouth and closed my eyes and put all of it in my mouth while I could before he gets hard. I went back and forward on it at a decent pace, not slow but not fast. The only thoughts in my head were wow I'm giving my first blowjob and I hope he likes it. I kept going and around what I thought was a minute, he didn't stop me. After another minute I can feel him getting harder, at a rate he got really hard. He was definitely a grower cause that what actually turned out to be 7" thick cock was way big for my mouth. I couldn't fit the whole thing in there and I knew I would gag if I tried the whole thing. I could pretty much barely get half in my mouth. But I kept sucking that thing. I opened my eyes and looked up while holding his dick and licked from bottom to top and he had his eyes closed looking ready to moan.

I took his hand and he tried to snap back thinking I was going to hold it. But I grabbed it again and he let me as I put it on the back of my head. After a bit he would bob my head back and forward. At some points I gagged cause his dick was so thick. I took a quick breather and went right back to sucking. Sometimes I tried deep throating his dick and gagged and teared up a bit but then continued to suck. I wasn't paying attention just sucking and then he hastily pulled my head back and said "fuck I'm gonna cum". He grabbed his dick and stroked it and told me to open my mouth. I personally wanted him to nut while I sucked him dry but it all happened pretty quick. He groaned a bit as he released his cum, half missed and ended on the bottom of the seat, but a little got in my mouth and some on my nose and around my lips. Once he stopped I moved his hand and sucked the head of his cock to get any remainder of cum. He didn't want to at first and I could tell he was sensitive after busting but I still went for it to a point he said to stop. I backed off and wiped the cum off my face and try to lick it all but there was a lot so I wiped the rest with a napkin.

We didn't say anything while we cleaned up and then all he said after was that we need to head back to work. I tried to make conversation but it was a little awkward for both. I asked him if was good, he said it was alright. Personally, I'll take that. But I joked that it was the best he ever had, he smirked.

I have more to the story, just have to do a part 2 when I have time

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it was already dark outside, went for a walk on the paths first, was not very busy, some guy masculine & quite muscular was giving me the eye & cruising me, he went in the the bush & i followed, he went behind a tree, i followed.

When i got to where he was, he was jacking his cock, getting his cock hard, it was a nice 8inches uncut, i loosened my jeans & bent over against the tree, my ass was exposed to him in my open ass briefs, he came behind me & lined up his cock, he was soon pushing inside, after a few mins i moved to a better position to where a half cut tree was where i could bend over better for his hard cock, the height difference between us was not ideal. This tree was better & he continued to fuck me, after another 5mins he was holding me closer & pumping me full of goodness, felt good getting my first filling.

Later on i was sitting on a bench with another guy from Afghanistan, he was not alone & his mate was on the bench next to where we were sitting, he asked me if i wanted sex & if i was gay, i said yes but i said i am not paying, i did not bring any money out with me, i said to him we can sex but then free, he agreed, normally these guys always ask for money, he asked me if his friend can fuck me too, i said sure why not, he got up & went to his friend, they were talking then they both came back to my bench where i was sitting & sat down, his friend was checking me out, said something back to the other one, he said to me, i fuck you first then my friend ok, i said ok, let's go in the bush, he agreed.

We both got up & headed in the bush, i started to walk in the direction of where the fallen logs were, when we got there i got in position, face down ass up & he came behind me, he was jacking his cock, it was not yet hard & he tried to slide inside me, but him being not yet hard, it did not work. i said to him, get your cock hard first. He continued jacking, when he was hard & ready he slowly pushed inside, he fucked me nice & slow, opening up my hole for his cock, it felt good too, he was pumping me deep & filling me up, my knees on the logs were giving me hell already but i was taking him like a champ, he was soon filling me up with Arab cum. When he was done he thanked me for the hot fuck, he said to me, my ass is very good, i said thanks.

He said to me, his friend will find me later, so i said ok & headed out the bush, after all that i decided to call it an early night, i had things to do on Sunday & wanted an early night with a good nights sleep, I had 2 nice fucks & that was enough for me.

It was super early when i got home only 23:20pm.

For a while I’ve been wanting to share my sexual history and how I got to where I am today.

I was shy through out high school, mostly focused on friends and playing baseball. Had some crushes on girls, but nothing ever happened. I would look at other guys butts in the locker room but always thought it was more of admiration and didn’t think anything beyond that. Fast forward to college..

Same situation, didn’t really date and hanged out mostly friends. I’d hear stories about people hooking up but it just wasn’t my thing. One weekend, my friends and I go to Vegas for my friends Finn’s birthday. We had a great time it was a big group of us and just fun overall. One of the nights Finn had met a girl and he wanted to take her to his room but he didn’t have his card key, so he asked me to walk them to the room which I thought was weird because I could just give them the key but whatever I went with them opened the room and was about to leave when Finn grabbed my arm and asked me to come in too, so I did and the girl went to the restroom and Finn told me she was here to have sex with the both of us. I froze and asked what?? He said “I know you’re still a virgin, you’re 21 and I think it’s time.” I politely declined as he started taking his shirt off. He then asked me if I have ever been with a guy or thought guys were sexy. This escalated I thought, well things escalated even quicker because he then just went to straight to my face and kissed me.

I didn’t stop him, in fact I liked it. It was hot. He stepped back and asked me how I liked that and I didn’t say anything. He then started touching my legs and I started to get hard and after a second he unzipped my pants.

“Nice white undies he said”

At that point the girl came out of the bathroom and said “my job here is done”

I was confused. So confused but it turns out Finn was just trying to get me back to the room.

He explained he’d been eyeing me for some time and although he identified as straight, he always thought I looked sexy and my personality was attractive to him. I told him I had never really thought about being with a guy before but I liked where this was going and though he was hot too.

He smiled, and proceeded to grab my cock.. I then smiled abs threw my head back and was ready for what was about to cum.

He put my cock in his mouth and started just going for it, it felt great. It felt AMAZING. I was so horny oh my god I couldn’t believe what I was feeling. He said my moaning was only making him harder. “Oh fuck I’m gonna cum I’m gonna cum” I said.

And a few seconds later I had bursted like I didn’t know I could. It was all over Finn’s face he was laughing “fucccck” he said. I asked him, have you done this before? And he said maybe once or twice.. now fuck me.

I again, froze because I had never fucked anyone. He ran to his luggage and brought out lube. He said since I was a virgin he wasn’t worried about using condoms.

I honestly didn’t care at this point I was still very horny and getting bricked up again. I then got the courage and grabbed him and said “time to really celebrate your birthday”

Part 2 coming soon.. let me know what you guys think!

I loved my dad. He was the most incredible dude in the world who paid attention to me helped me when I was down and loved my mom to the very end of her life. She was taken by cancer and I thought that my father would never be happy again but he never missed a beat; if anything, our relationship grew stronger.
Time went by and life went on and one day my dad sat me down to talk about him, me and the possibility of a woman in his life. I loved my dad to the very extreme so when he stated that he wouldn’t pursue a relationship if it would upset me, I stood up and flew into his arms and said through tears, “Dad, if you don’t find yourself a woman to spend the rest of your life with, I’ll never forgive you! And I’ll never chew your food for you when you are old!!” We both laughed and cried as the most important decision of his life was put into motion.
Months passed as my father went through the motions of daily life, work, play and everything that makes up a life. One afternoon, my dad called and said that he was going to see someone after work that he wouldn’t be home until later on. “No problemo (I said in a fake Arnie voice). See you soon.” Later that evening he got home and I could tell that he was 4 feet above the ground. “OK, what’s her name?” Mellissa, he said with a far-away look. “UMM, Pictures, please.” He pulled out his phone and I saw an incredibly beautiful Filipino woman. Long, Black/ Brown hair that came down to her waist and what a shape. 5’ 1” he told me and hourglass figure. Big brown eyes, full lips, prolly a 34 DD bust, little waist and amazing legs. She was wearing a tight top with a V neck showing off very well-oiled boobs, tight capre jeans (in one of the shots, someone had snapped a shot of her back to the camera showing a sharply bubble-butt with a very pronounce panty line) and her legs were much defined; cuts where her Gastrocnemius muscles were bulging. Her body was quite fit so I mused is she had a nice big clitoris as a result of genetics and working out. I felt my cock start to harden and pulse as it started to stretch and reach to my kneecap.
Shaking my head, I told my dad she looked like an angel and what a beauty. He agreed and in a trance, just kinda tried to make it to his bedroom. I love my dad and we had been to the pool, gym and other activities so I knew what he was packing. My particular apple didn’t fall far from his tree trunk.
The relationship was an amazing thing to watch. She was Filipino-born but had made it to the states on a work visa. Mellissa was an incredible nurse who was as compassionate as she was beautiful so it was zero surprise when my dad sat me down again and announced he was thinking about marriage. Again the hugs and tears flowed like rain and I asked him what he was waiting for. He said nothing anymore; I had just answered the unasked question. A month later, the plans were in motion and my father, my hero got married to the best-possible mate this planet could offer. The wedding was small and perfect and she was just as perfect. My father looked handsome and in charge and oh so ready for the honeymoon! Dude could auger out his own fishing hole in 2 feet of ice! I remember a few weeks ago if I wanted anyone over the house while they were away in Florida and I said if Christy could check in on me every now and again that would be great, but not to worry about me. He agreed.

The Sponge Bath, Cont.

After the prior night’s sponge bath, I couldn’t wait to get dirty again. As promised, I heard the Night Nurse down the hall and the moment I heard his voice, my dick stirred in anticipation.

It took a while for him to come into my room but much to my dismay when he walked into the room, he wasn’t alone.

“Hello sir. How are you this evening?” he said in the most professional possible way considering he had just slurped up my cum the night before.

I tried not to look too disappointed, “I’m feeling well.” He threw me an apologetic look before explaining “this is Nurse Linares, a new member of the team who is shadowing me tonight.”

Nurse Linares was super nice and they went through the motions with tending to my bandages, checking my meds, asking me about my pain levels – in other words, nothing to get my dick hard. After he took her through it all he asked her to check on the patient next door leaving us alone.

He looks at me with his gray eyes in sadness, “Sorry dude.”

My dick started getting hard again, “You owe me another sponge bath. You forgot my ass.”

He reached down and gave my semi-hard cock a squeeze, “we have to be careful with your knee. Maybe one of next shifts.” I pulsed my cock so he could feel it harden, I saw him tent a bit. He looked back at the door which was slightly ajar, he pulled down his elastic and showed me his beautiful uncut cock enveloped in cropped pubes, he brings it to my lips and let me lick the tip of the foreskin. He pulled the foreskin back exposing the head and I put it in my mouth. Gave it some sucks but then he pulls away.

“I’ll save it for you. We’ll find the time.”

He puts it away and I can see him try to lose the erection by taking a few deep breaths. He turns to the door and squeezes my cock again before walking out.

To my disappointment, the next few nights offered no opportunity. To further my chagrin, my sponge baths were performed by Nurse Linares and the other nurses on duty. My Night Nurse seemed to be assigned to other patients.

My knee was feeling better by the time the weekend rolled by. On Saturday, an unexpected snowstorm hit and the hospital seemed understaffed. I actually didn’t see a nurse for the full day. I kept falling in and out of sleep due to boredom. Then in the middle of the night I felt a warmth on my cock. I thought I was having a wet dream and jerked myself awake and through the darkness I saw those beautiful gray eyes looking up at me with his mouth wrapped around my cock.

He whispers, “We’re understaffed. I’ve been re-assigned to you tonight”

I smile, “It’s too late for a sponge bath.”

“Forget the sponge, I have a better tool.” With that, he takes his tongue and licks the bottom of my shaft, down to my balls. He licks them for a few and then gently grabs the back of my thighs and spreads them. I feel his tongue travel down toward my ass and his breath makes my cock twitch on its own. Then his tongue is in my ass. He expertly begins to eat my ass. His whole mouth alternates between kissing and licking and I’m in heaven.

I moan and he stops eating my ass. He looks up at me and gently shushes me looking over at the door as if to say “be careful”.

He gently lowers my legs to not hurt my knee. He moves up to my good side and pulls out his incredibly hard cock. It’s at full mast and it’s gorgeous. He puts it in my mouth and I can feel its girth stretch my mouth and the cock head keeps hitting the back of my throat. I suck his cock and it tastes amazing thanks to the sweat of his day. I take in the smell and suck it until it feels like a metal rod.

He pulls it out of my mouth and then goes back to the bottom of the bed. He grabs a pillow and places it at the foot of the bed and then gently pulls me by my thighs and places my ass on the pillow with my asshole hanging over the edge of the bed. I then feel the tip of his cock on my asshole. I take a deep breath and he begins to push it in.

I try not to scream. His cock is like steel. I try to relax my asshole. He reaches up to my nipple and squeezes it. With that my asshole loosens for some reason and his cock slides in. I now feel his full cock inside my ass. He leaves it in there letting my ass adjust. I thought he was all the way in but after a few moments, he pushes even more in until I feel his balls slap against my ass.

I am in ecstacy. I don’t know if I’m making any noise because my head feels like fireworks have gone off. Then he begins to pump my ass. His fucking is confident and not too rough as he’s trying to not make too much noise. After about two minutes I feel my untouched cock begin to shoot. At first I didn’t believe it but then I felt liquid hit my face. That’s how hard I came.

Night Nurse sees that and it turns him on so much I feel him speed up and quickly shoot his load inside me. He still hasn’t finished coming but he pulls out and continues to pump cum on my still hard cock.

He takes his hand and begins to scoop up some of the combination of our cum and licks his finger. He then reaches up and puts his sticky fingers in my mouth and I suck his digits. He then uses his tongue to lap up more cum off my stomach and we begin to kiss.

He takes a couple of breaths and reaches back to a table behind him. I didn’t notice that he actually had a sponge bath bucket there as I guess he anticipated needing to clean up. He begins to wipe his hands and starts to clean up my cock, stomach and chest with a professional demeanor. Well, as professional as someone with a half hard cock swinging between his legs.

After he is satisfied with his cleaning job. He looks at me and smiles. He gently touches my shoulder, “You’ll be discharged soon. I can’t wait to see what you’ll be able to do when you are 100% mobile.”

My team was down by a touchdown so I was desperate to make something happen. I ran out wide and the quarterback saw me and launched a long pass in my direction - I knew I had it so I reached up to catch it, but the instant my hands grabbed the ball I felt my body get hit in two directions and black out.

I woke up a day later in the hospital. Some overzealous defensive players had tackled me a bit too aggressively. I dislocated my shoulder, but worse yet my kneecap was broken. The doctor lets me know that I'd be on my back for at least two weeks. Yep, that's how bad it was - and I'm not even talking about the aches and pains the rest of my body was feeling.

My night nurse was actually a dude. He was about 5 or 6 years younger than I about 27. Black hair, deep brown eyes, bushy eyebrows, slim build, somewhat like a swimmer. He would come by at night and we'd exchange small talk while he administered medication, checked tubes, and stuff. Even though I was in a room with two beds, the bed next to mine was empty so after the third night our conversations got chummier and even more personal.

He would talk about his girl; I would talk about my ex-girl. He also would give me some good hospital gossip, sneak in some illegal non-hospital approved food.

On the fourth night, he came in with a bedpan.

"So guess what I'm supposed to do tonight?"

I looked at him and snickered "No way."

"Yeah way. Hate to tell you, but you kinda stink."

"Not my fault if your hospital is incompetent."

He laughs, "Don't worry, I'll do a much more thorough job than my predecessors."

OK, when he says that I don't know why, but my cock jumped. It has a tinge of seductiveness that I hadn't detected before.

I joke, "It's about time you do your job."

He puts the bedpan down, "Yes sir.” He smiled.

My body was already partially disrobed. I had a bandage tight around my right shoulder so I was shirtless. I was wearing shorts with no underwear with the brace around my right knee. He pulls the blanket off my body and then rolls me over so he can lay a towel under the right side of my body and then does the same and places one on the left side of my body.

He dips the sponge into the water and then places it on my chest. He begins to scrub my muscled chest - circling around my right nipple and then goes over to my left. He spends some time getting the area wet and soaped. He scrubs my neck. "Geez. Dirty."

"Shut up." I say playfully. However, because he had been soaping my nipples I was having a tough time stopping my cock from rising halfway. It didn't help though as he kept on leaning into the bed, his crotch area was rubbing against my arm so that I could feel his flaccid cock through his pants.

He grabs my arm and lifts it over my head, and sponges my underarm and the length of my arm. He extends my arm in his direction so now I have my palm against his chest. And all I'm thinking is "Don't get hard, don't get hard, don't get hard."

He places my arm down on the bed, moves to the other side of the bed, and does the same on my other arm. Did I detect a tent in front of his pants as he walked past the foot of my bed?? At this point, I'm thinking my horniness is just playing games with my head.

"Ok, I'm gonna take your shorts off so you can change out of them."

I couldn't help but saying "What? You just want to look at my cock."

"Shit, you got an ego don't you?"

"I'm just playing. Don't be so serious."

He smiles, "I'm just doing my job, sir."

So he grabs the elastic of my shorts and pulls them down. My uncut cock feels good when it gets exposed to the air. At this point, I'm a quarter hard, so I'm not too freaked out.

He dips the sponge into the water and then starts on my upper thigh and starts to scrub. I am doing my best to concentrate on not getting hard, but as he continues to circle the sponge on my thigh, I feel the warmth of his hand close to my crotch area. Add to that that I hadn't jacked off in about a week, my cock had a mind of his own. My cock is now half hard!

At this point, I'm laying there face up with my eyes closed as I'm trying to concentrate. I hear him walking to the other side of the bed and begin to soap my good leg. This time he gets closer to my cock with the sponge so that it touches the tip of my cock. Now, there's nothing I can do because my cock is standing at full mast. He's now sponging my feet and calves so I'm even more conscience of the fact that my cock is really rock hard.

I open my eyes to glance at him and there's nothing on his face that indicates any discomfort, just professional attendance. He continues to wash my legs carefully avoiding my injured knee. He walks over the right side of the bed and I hear him dip the sponge into the bedpan. I expected to feel the wet sponge - but instead I have a warm moist feeling surrounding my cock.

I exhale as I let the pleasure just dominate my body. I open my eyes and see his mouth expertly taking my cock through his lips. He takes his lips off my cock, pulls the foreskin all the way down my shaft, and begins to lick my cock head. I moan in delight. I look at the front of his pants and I now see his distinctly hard cock. As he's on the right side of the bed, I can't grab his cock because of my injured shoulder.

But at this point, I'm just letting him control the situation, he is now sucking on my cock with greedy fervor and I know I won't last long. He squeezes my balls and jerks my shaft while he is sucking me faster and faster, and I tell him I'm about to cum.

He doesn't care. I begin to shoot and, as I mentioned, I have a big load saved up so I am cumming for like about a minute. There is cum running down the side of his mouth and he is trying to swallow every ounce of it.

He then abruptly stands up, pulls down the elastic of his pants grabs the sponge with one hand and his cock with the other and jerks off furiously into the sponge. He begins to breathe heavily, begins to shoot a load on the sponge, but one jet of cum shoots up, and lands on my stomach. After he's done pumping, he leans over and licks the cum off my stomach. He then moves his head up to mine and without speaking; I give him permission to kiss me.

He stands up and smiles at me. I say, "You weren't kidding, you ARE thorough!"

We laugh. He puts the sponge back into the bedpan and begins to wipe down my cock with a towel.

After finishing my sponge bath and putting a fresh pair of shorts on me, he gathers his equipment and on his way out asks, "You think you'll need a sponge bath tomorrow night?"

I smile back, "Well, you didn't wash my ass."

All characters are strictly fictional, and the fictional stories conveyed are for entertainment purposes only. All sexual activity depicted in this work involve characters that are 18 years of age or older.​

The Chub, Ch 1: The Watch Party​

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Charlie looked in the mirror. He let out a long sigh and quickly pulled on his underwear. Maybe he had lost a few pounds, it was hard to tell on a 330 pound frame. Weeks of keto, working out, no ice cream, no sweets of any kind, rank pizza made from fart-storm-inducing cauliflower crust, all of it for maybe a five pounds of weight lost. His head dropped low on his chest, he was demoralized. He put the rest of his clothes on silently and walked out of his bathroom.

He lived alone but still dressed in the bathroom, as he had when he lived in a house full of women. There was wonderful light in his apartment, from multiple directions. He was on a third floor loft in a converted warehouse, but he still worried about being seen. There were neighbors on one side that could be looking out their window and he did not want to flash them big ass, small dick. That seemed a rude thing to do. On the other side, there was always the possibility of drones. His neighbor on the same floor had complained about a drone taking pictures of him napping naked on his couch.

By coincidence, the pictures and the story went viral just days after the neighbor had opened up a new OnlyFans. What were the chances? But his neighbor had a lot worth looking at, even Charlie had joined the account to take a closer look. His real name was Guilherme, he was a friendly, sexy, Brazilian ex-bodybuilder. He had a large number of tattoos, including a wild-looking wolf head on his throat, and while he did not have the biggest dick on the planet, it was much larger than average and among the prettiest he had ever seen on the internet or in real life. Admittedly, the latter number was in the low single digits. Charlie had tried to be friendly when he first moved in, baked him some cookies, invited him over to watch movies and even invited him to his own family’s New Year’s Eve party, not sure if Guilherme would be alone or not. He was not able to make it, but he said he hoped in the future it might be possible. Since then, they would sometimes hang out, watching TV together or chatting at events organized by the building’s co-op association.

However it was that the Brazilian stud had been caught on camera, Charlie did not want to take chances. He was already naturally timid and he continued to dress in his bathroom, coming out only to put on his socks and shoes and a 3XL sweater he bought at a specialty store for big and tall men. He dreamed of a day where he could buy clothes off the rack at someplace other than Walmart, though thank God for Walmart. He had been saved more than once by the fact that they did carry large sizes. On a few vacation or family trips, he had needed emergency apparel after nieces and nephews tore, bit, or pooped on his outfits.

He let out a long, sad breath and walked out the door, making sure to lock the door behind him. He reached the elevator and hit the call button just as Guilherme was leaving his apartment down the hall. There were a total of four apartments on each floor. In addition to Guilherme and Charlie who each lived in three bedroom lofts, the other smaller apartments were occupied by a rotating cast of college students and by Michaela, a gorgeous Estonian immigrant who worked as a flight attendant and part time model.

“Good morning, Charlie,” Guilherme said, his broad smile was infectious. His large brown eyes were accentuated by lashes that looked almost fake, they were so long, his jaw impossibly square and pronounced.

Charlie turned to Guilherme and noticed the young man was wearing a tank top with an open hoodie over it, the sleeves pulled up halfway on his forearms. Guilherme reached out as if to call the elevator, on his right arm he had a tattoo of a phoenix, bright reds, yellows, pinks and black were all expertly placed to create shadow, movement and a realism that Charlie had rarely seen. Guilherme had once said he got in early with a tattoo artist in Sao Paulo who was now a mega star that could charge whatever he wanted as he was the preferred artist for several musicians, actors and soccer stars.

Noticing that the elevator call button was already lit, Guilherme said, “You did the work for me, thank you!” He gently tapped Charlie on the back.

“No problem,” Charlie said, as the elevator doors began to open and the two stepped inside. In spite of their budding friendship, Charlie always felt awkward around his neighbor. Initially because he was so incredibly good looking, muscular and handsome, but then because he had seen him naked so many times and beat off on innumerable occasions to his OnlyFans content, he was worried he would say or do something stupid. He was not even sure if Guilherme knew how much he liked men.

“I am sorry about the noise last night, Charlie,” Guilherme said, still smiling is infectious, confident smile. His jawline was perfect, he could have been the new Aquaman, Charlie thought, he had the body and tanned skin tone for it. He would have filled out the package in true superhero fashion, let’s give the whales something to be jealous of, Charlie thought.

“No worries, Guilherme,” Charlie replied. Truth was, it had been a little bothersome. Whatever had been happening seemed to involve multiple people and lots of screaming. Eventually, Charlie had put on some earphones and managed to go to sleep, but he would never suggest to Guilherme that it had been an issue.

“No, I must make it up to you, it is just that the OnlyFans page is huge now, and people are asking for things, I am trying to make videos all the people will like,” he explained.

“You’re still doing well? Even after the drone thing died down?” Charlie asked.

Guilherme smiled meekly. “It was my drone, Charlie,” he said and slapped Charlie hard on the back, laughing. He was holding his finger up to his lips.

Charlie laughed, the thought had crossed his mind but he appreciated the trust Guilherme was placing in him. “All your secrets are safe with me,” Charlie said, smiling back.

“That is a nice smile,” Guilherme said, squeezing Charlie’s face between his large, muscular fingers. “You must do it more.”

The two stepped out of the elevator into the underground parking garage and headed in the same direction towards their assigned spaces.

“Hey,” Guilherme said, putting his hand on Charlie’s chest. “Do you think I could borrow your second parking space tonight? We are doing a group shoot again. Why don’t you come to my apartment and watch us film? I know you are a follower.”

Charlie froze, he had never had any indication that Guilherme knew about him following his account – how could he know? His handle was FriendlyChub_BOS, that could be practically any may in Boston, how did he figure it out? But there was also Guilherme’s hand on his chest. He knew his boobs were large and pudgy and did not like being touched, least of all by men built like Adonis himself. Charlie stopped and took a miniscule step back, Guilherme’s hand stayed on him, to Charlie’s deep internal dismay. Charlie could feel the color draining from his face, he took a larger step back, “I’m sorry, Guilherme. I am sorry, that was not good of me, I’m so sorry. I will stop. I promise I will stop, I will delete my profile.”

Guilherme let out a laugh and stepped close to the young chub. “No, you must not be sorry,” he said, holding Charlie’s doughy arm and not allowing him to back away further. “If you are sorry, I will have no more followers, no more money for the rent, no school for my sisters and brother in Brazil.”

He smiled. He meant it. “It’s just, I don’t know if you know, but I signed up to watch you,” Charlie said, laying it all out.

“Of course, I know,” Guilherme replied. The smile would not leave his face. He looked comfortingly at Charlie and pulled him close, wrapping his arms as far around his neighbor as far as they would go, barely reaching all the way around. “I know, it is ok. I do not mind. Come watch tonight, ok? In exchange for the parking, if that is ok too, if not come anyway.”

Charlie relaxed only slightly, he nodded but did not look at Guilherme’s expectant gaze. Guilherme muttered something in Portuguese, held Charlie’s chin in his hand and leaned in to give him a soft peck on the lips. “It is ok that you like me, Charlie. It’s nice.”

Charlie could have melted onto the floor then and there. By some miracle, he kept it together enough to say goodbye, agree to let Guilherme use his extra parking spot and stumble into his car. He drove the twenty miles to the call center he helped manage, where he and a team of fifty others helped process paperwork for banks, collecting documentation, signatures and compiling files for new and refinanced home loans. It was a job he was well suited to do as it required limited public engagement, depended heavily on his organizational skills, and gave him the chance to help people who were sometimes caught in lending processes they did not understand.

He was not as productive that day as he might have been if the events of that morning had not transpired. Guilherme knew he was into men, knew he was a follower on OnlyFans, had asked him to come watch a taping and, to top it all off, for some mysterious reason, had decided to kiss him. There was nothing in the OnlyFans content to suggest Guilherme was bisexual or straight for pay. There was nothing in his demeanor or in his dating history, well documented through the audible screams and groans, or the multiple morning walks of shame by dozens of women out of his apartment over the past three years, that might suggest he was somehow anything other than a straight man. A straight man that kisses chubby male neighbors?

Charlie’s confusion melted over the course of the day into anticipation and sexual energy as he accepted the idea that he would be going over to see Guilherme film a clip, or perhaps multiple clips. Again, none of this made him more productive at work, but it had been a special day from the time Charlie had opened his front door.

By the time he made it home, Charlie pulled into his customary parking space and noted both his extra spot and Guilherme’s were taken. A large Ford F-150 was parked next to Charlie’s car while Guilherme’s extra spot was hosting a vintage, restored, VW Beetle. Based on the cars alone, it was difficult to imagine what types of women Charlie might get to witness that day.

He quickly went to his apartment, took a two minute shower and headed to Guilherme’s place wearing a very tight pair of underwear to control his erection, if it happened, a pair of loose shorts, and a tank top under a long sleeve jersey. He glanced at the mirror. The curves, droops and bulges that filled out his large frame were quite visible through his clothing, even the loose jersey drooped off of his large meaty chest, then over his rotund belly. His large ass was also hardly concealable. It was full, round and jiggled excessively, no matter what he wore.

“Fuck it,” he thought as he slipped on a pair of flip-flops and headed out the door.

Guilherme answered the door within seconds, Charlie had been worried he might be interrupting filming.

“Charlie!” Guilherme yelled, pulling him in for a tight hug. “Come in, come in, you must meet my friends.”

Guilherme pushed him inside, putting his large hand behind him, low on his back. Charlie was not prepared for what he saw. On the living room couch were a gorgeous man and woman, both lightly tanned, she was blond, he had light brown hair he wore down past his ears. They both stood to greet him, they were both completely naked. In seconds, Guilherme was naked too, having tossed away the shorts he put on to open the front door.

Charlie did not know where to look. “Oh, I’m sorry,” he said, looking towards the dark hallway to his left. They all laughed.

“No Charlie,” Guilherme said, physically turning his neighbor’s head toward the two other models. “We invited you here to watch. They said it was ok, I said it was ok, you must now say it is ok.”

Guilherme searched for eye contact, Charlie eventually met his gaze. “You are too kind to be alone so much, Charlie. I see how many videos of mine you watched. You must live a little more and watch a little less.”

Charlie’s head immediately dropped, his gaze fixed on Guilherme’s feet. Even his feet were beautiful, they looked athletic, wide, a high arch and recently treated to some sort of pedicure.

“No,” Guilherme said, “you will not be shy. Come here,” he instructed, pulling him close to the tall man who looked like might have been a volleyball player. His face was quite handsome, he had limited facial hair and looked quite young, wide eyes framed by long eyebrows and a straight Roman nose. His skin tone was eternal surfer, much of the hair on his arms and legs was sun bleached, though his skin bore no marks of excess exposure. His body was long and lean, with strong shoulders and arms, defined abdominals, especially his obliques which were wider than on most men. They gave him a spectacular V-shape that ran right into a long, heavy cock, nestled in well-trimmed pubes, and below which, two low-hung lime-sized testicles swung freely, batting against the man’s cock and thighs.

“This is Thiago,” Guilherme said. “He is a good friend from Sao Paulo. He is a nice guy and he has a nice dick, bigger than me.”

As he said this, he grabbed Thiago’s package and gave it a soft squeeze. Charlie was so transfixed on the scene he did not notice Thiago was holding out his hand. “This is Thiago’s hand,” Guilherme added, chuckling and pulling Charlie’s hand over to his buddy. The two men shook hands, Charlie was now speechless and everyone seemed to find this charming.

“Thiago is same age as me, I knew him from when we were four years old. He studied to be an architect but his dick is too big for that so he is now an OnlyFans performer. He also has a big Instagram following where he does footvolley and calisthenics training,” Gui gushed.

“Nice to meet you, Charlie,” Thiago said. Still holding the American’s hand. His accent was quite light, barely there, it added charm to his speech but it was clear he had both studied English for a long time and probably also had lived in the U.S. or some other English-speaking country.

“This is Talia, like the Mexican Thalia but no “H,” Guilherme pointed towards the naked woman. Charlie immediately fixated on her breasts. They were full, round, looked naturally soft and plump, she was younger than the men, perhaps only in her early twenties. “We met her here in Boston, at a Brazilian bar, and she has been our friend ever since. She is a student at BC, studying something that is taking her ten years, something about dinosaurs or psychology.”

Talia walked up to Charlie and gave him a soft kiss on each cheek. “Hi, Charlie, it’s nice to meet you. Gui has said so many nice things about you, thank you for helping us tonight. I hope you enjoy the live show – and it is psychology, I am working on my thesis now.”

Charlie nodded and then realized something did not make sense. “Gui?”

They all laughed again. “You are very hypnotized by dick or by tits, one of the two, both maybe,” Guilherme replied. “I am Gui, your friend. Your neighbor of three years.”

“This is too much, Gui,” Charlie replied. “I am not used to this, I don’t know what to do with my face or my eyes, I don’t want you to be uncomfortable. I don’t want to stare.”

All three models laughed. “We work to be stared at,” Thiago replied. He sensed all the tension in Charlie’s shoulders, in his darting eyes, his posture curling into itself defensively. This would not do for the friendly, young Brazilian. He walked over to him, he was so at ease in his nudity, his cock and testicles swung freely, heavily, every tendon and muscle contraction popped and danced under his skin. He stopped directly in front of Charlie, “Come here, Charlie, what do you like about my body?”

Morning all,

I am looking to get some cock worship or size theft role play going.

Kik me hungbull50. Monstrously big and love to be worshipped. Would also love to grow bigger through theft or have you steal what I'm packing. Lots of personal pics and vids to share.

4wDr:
I recently came back from a week of camping up north with a couple of buddies from work.
Great guys!
All of us into hiking, the great outdoors...........
You name it, the kind of stuff that real men enjoy doing together.
I was wondering how a great looking, bi-guy, hot dude like myself would fair under such conditions with a few other straight gents.
I knew that if I was kept active enough, I wouldn't think about getting it on with another guy or worst, get into another hot guy's ass.
These guy's would freak out if they knew how much I was secretly checking them out.
When the alcohol is flowing, it's amazing how the conversations switches to girls, sex and blowjobs.
My real weakness was Andrew, the redhead.
I loved the colour of his skin, his great smile.
I've always wondered what he was packing down there.
I didn't go on about it.
I tried not to let it consume me.
Although I'm certain I caught him catching a glimpse of my lunchbox on more than one ocassion.
Fortunately for me, Andrew and I were sharing a tent.
I was so worried about waking up with a woody.
Very difficult to hide when you are amply endowed as myself.
Andrew didn't drink as much as I had liked.
I was hoping that he'd get drunk and then I'd have to help him to his sleeping bag, undress him, you know the rest.
Just a fantasy of sorts.
The campground was nothing to write home about.
The climbing, trekking was great.
Close to Cove's Bay.
The campground had one men's comfort station.
This is wear it all came off, literally.
Little did I know.
Little did I suspect anything, with anyone would occur here.
I guess this is why it makes this true story unbelievable.
This is what happened.
The men's washroom was equipped with two shower stalls, side by side.
The outer plastic curtin on the shower stall closed so you could undress.
The inner plastic curtin prevented the water from getting on your dry clothes.
You with me?
First thing in the mornings was always a "too" busy time there.
Lots of men, guys waiting to do their thing.
Me, I like to enjoy and relax in the shower.
There isn't a day that goes by where I haven't amused myself in the shower.
I pride myself in getting these excellent, long, thick, erect cock hardons.
I enjoy seeing my fully extended cock reach out to the world.
I delight in creaming myself up, lathering my oversized, low hanging nuts.
On ocassion, I'd play around with my hole, finger myself, totally getting myself all worked up, only to enjoy the fruits of my labour.
Long streams of my joy juice.
Then watch as my flagpole naturally made it's way south, trying to defy gravity.
When I first checked out the stalls, I knew, being the exibitionist I am, that this had some potential.
This may not be a bad week afterall.
The line ups were a turn off.
I decided it was better to shower at night.
So night it was.
It seemed the timing was right.
There I was, all alone.
Until.........
I heard the door close.
Someone had entered then left again.
So much for that.
I went back the second and third night.
It wasn't until the fourth night that something finally happened.
As I had done in previous nights, I didn't pull the outer or inner shower curtins all the way across.
I wanted to make sure that if anyone wanted to check me while showering, I'd make it easy for them.
I enjoy watching others watch me.
That only turns me on.
If it's an eyeful they want, it's an eyeful they'll get.
I enjoy having my back against the shower wall, full lathered up, erect cock in hand.
By the fourth day, my cock had become automatically spring loaded.
It would fire itself up at random.
Most embarassing.
I woke up in the mornings with hardons that wouldn't stop.
Tonight was the night.
I was going to take matters into my own hands.
I had to.
I was going crazy.
I was worried about stroking off in my sleeping bag.
I didn't want Andrew to catch me, like that.
I made my way into the showerstall.
Perfect.
No one around, yet anyway.
My king sized coil cock had started it's journey evening before I could get my boxer briefs off.
Finally.
I left the shower curtains apart as I had done previously.
Let the games begin!
The hot water felt awesome on my body.
We had biked, hiked, trekked and tracked all day.
My ass was sore from the seat.
It would have been easier to remove the seat and enjoy myself.
I lathered up my body.
Mmmmmm...good.
Then I heard the washroom door slam shut.
Ah, a vistor.
I saw the shadow pass by the curtain.
Time to get the show on the road.
With cock fully lathered, I began to enjoy myself.
My cock was so hard.
So long and thick.
I couldn't hardly wait to unleash myself.
While lathering my hair, I thought I heard the sound of a shower curtin being drawn across the bar.
I carefully looked down to see a pair of shoes, not mine on the other side of the curtin.
Now that's bold!
I turned my body carefully around and aimed my bold beautiful toward the curtin.
I just stood there, waiting.
Sure enuf..........in about 10 seconds.
A mysterious hand emerged from around the curtin to grip my member.
So good.
Slowly, the cock was massaged, caressed.
But that wasn't enuf.
I had to have more.
Who was the mystery guest.
With my left hand, I reached up to pull the inner shower curtin across.
Much to my surprise, maybe not, was Andrew.
Wearing two things.
His shoes and a huge smile.
Not to mention his georgeous growing hardon.
I told him surprise, surprise.
Within seconds, he was standing in the stall with me.
Was I dreaming?
Apparently not.
Andrew's face grew close to mine.
He pushed me back and drew his lips, his tongue to mine.
He was hot, he was wet.
It was working for me.
That's when he admitted checking me out a long time ago.
How he dreamt of me taking him down.
How I would seduce him and make him mine.
Our hard cocks were pressed against eachother.
Our mouths were hot.
Our tongues were long.
I directed the shower nozzel to the side.
He moved back, bent down and started to caress my long, hard, aching hardon with his mouth.
Oh my.
It felt so good.
My beautiful redheaded Andrew.
He was so talented.
But the best was yet to cum.
I tried to return the favour.
There was no letting up.
He was bound and determined to have his way with me.
Best part was rimming me and fingering my ass.
That's what I wanted.
I'm sure my cock grew an extra inch.
His body was all lathered up now.
My hands caressed his body feeling the full impact of his long cock and low hanging nuts.
He turned around and pressed his beautiful ass cheeks against my swollen cock.
Effortlessly, by accident, my cockhead was trying to find it's way home.
Like a salmon swimming upstream, it didn't rest until it found the opening.
Ah, the opening.
I knew I was almost home.
I bent Andrew over, secured his hips with my hands to complete the last leg of the journey.
I was loosing control.
It was like shooting rapids.
I was doing so well in the beginning.
Somehow I was losing my grip.
Maybe I was too long overdue.
I felt my growing evening thicker.
Not now I said.
I need more time.
I'm not ready yet.
Too late for me.
The tingling sensation in my feet moved to my nuts too quickly.
I was about the erupt like I had never done before.
The momentum was building like a runaway frieght train.
I tried to warn Andrew, not to move, be still.
Too late.
His hips went into super swing.
It was his fault.
It felt like a mad rush.
I tried to pull out as quickly as I could.
I told him I was going to cum.
He didn't listen.
Instead he pushed me back toward the wall.
He backed his ass all the way back.
My cock, now fully loaded unleashed it's fury.
We bucked like broncos.
He kept with me all the way.
He gripped his cock when he knew the end was near.
In seconds he had let his own spirit free.
It was exhausting.
The shower was so refreshing.
I slowly pulled my cock out of his ass.
He turned to me and was delighted.
He kissed and kissed again.
We walked back to the tent.
Moved our sleeping bags together and started all over again.
Camper's Cream.

**I know this isn't super linear, but neither is the game**

"Wake up Samurai, we've got a city to burn"

I woke back to reality with a start, the words still echoing in my head. The voice of Johnny Silverhand lingering, as nausea crept in.

"No," I thought, "He's gone. The relic engram was purged two years ago". I shook my head trying to clear it. There was no was I was hearing Johnny again. The procedure that removed the engram involved removing all my cyberware, even my neuralink and holophone. I was just an ordinary gonk, with nowhere for the engram to even find a purchase.

Well, okay not ordinary, but no chrome.

After the engram was removed, I drifted for awhile, working as a joy-toy. Being a girl with the biggest cock in Night City was a plus there, but I wanted the solo life back. I couldn't chrome up, but I could actually work on my skills. When I wasn't at Clouds or one of the other pleasure palaces, I was at the gym, lifting, boxing, doing cardio. All the stuff the old timers used to bitch about. It was weird, I could feel the progress, and even though it was slower than just getting implanted it felt more in-sync. I moved on to shooting, and some old martial arts, brazillian jiu-jitsu, krav maga, and arnis.

I was feeling good and i started soloing again.

It wasn't much, fixers wouldn't touch me without a holophone, so it was all word of mouth, but it was something. A recovery job here, a quick beating there. A little bit of cash, and slowly rebuilding my rep. Of course V was still dead and gone, now I was just Valerie.

As my rep started climbing back up the ladder I started hanging out places like the Coyote again. It was there one night that one of the old timers asked why I wasn't chromed up and i told him my body rejected implants. He said it was too bad no one worked with something called CRISPR anymore.

Genemods. Illegal as hell, but what wasn't. I was off and running. Tracking down old articles, finding old biotechs, shelling out what bucks I had on any clue I could find. Finally about 6 months ago I found a ripper, who used to hang at place called the Biopunk or Biohacking village at some old hacking conference back before Netwatch and the Blackwall.

It wasn't even hard, I let him suck my cock a couple times and he hooked me up. Brewed up a cocktail of myostatin inhibitors, neurotransmitters, and retroviruses to write it to my genetic code. At first I thought he fucked me over , I was sick as a dog for about 2 weeks, then things just seemed normal, but after a month I was noticing some serious gains and so were other people. After a boxing smoker one night a couple of crew members from the Animals started feeling me out. When the biggest muscleheads in Night City are impressed you know something is going on.

Now here we are six months later and I am a monster; 5'10" tall, 340 pounds of shredded muscle, 28 inch arms, 60 inch chest with GGG cup tits, 30 inch thighs and 24 inch calves. I swear on Jackie's soul I can bench press a car. My reflexes are off the chart, better than a Formula 0 air car racer, and I can go toe to toe with anyone in the city.

The Animals, are paying me big credits for my services, and I am slowly putting my rep back together.

And that's how I came to be standing over this guy's broken body, thinking about a ghost.

I shook my head and refocused, looking at the mess we made.

"Let's get this guy tied up and into the van" I said "We can have the Animal's fixers figure this out"

"Sure thing Val" the other thug responded, grabbing a tarp to wrap him up in.

We got the guy into the van and drove back towards the edge of the Badlands.

"So what are you doing tonight?" asked the driver, "I was thinking of hitting the Coyote"

"Fuck that" I replied "I'm taking a night off, been going non stop lately"

"You're not gonna miss the boxing match are you? Big money tonight, Maelstrom is betting a quarter million"

"Shit" I exclaimed "who is fighting?"

"That new girl" he replied, "Misty said her name is something Russian.

"Katya" I whispered.

"What's that Val?" the driver asked.

"Oh nothing" I replied, "I gotta go, take care of the rest"

I pulled my phone out and sent a text.

"Got a tip. Meet me at the Coyote"

I looked back at the van driving away.

"Gotta love being a gonk" I laughed, walking towards my motorcycle.

4. The Match

I roared up to the Coyote, and parked my motorcycle next to my car.

"Hey Val!" a familiar voice called.

"Hey Misty" I responded "got the match going yet?"

"Just about" she smiled, "you're just in time"

"Great" I said, pulling a credit stick and handing it to her.

"Your usual?" she asked, plugging the stick into a reader.

"Yeah, and a round for the house" I replied.

"Coming right up" she responded, "You're the best, Val"

"I'm also the biggest" I laughed, heading to my usual spot, the last stool at the bar.

I settled in, watching the fight on the tv.

The Coyote is an old-style bar, with a boxing ring in the center, surrounded by a few rows of stools and a dance floor.

There's a couple pool tables, and a jukebox in the back, which was currently playing an old Samurai tune, one of Johnny's favorites.

It's usually quiet, just a few regulars, but every now and then a big match is on, and the place gets packed.

"Here ya go" said the bartender, setting my usual down, a glass of rum with lime, and a cold beer.

"Thanks" I replied, throwing the drink back and popping open the beer.

"What's the bet?" I asked.

"Maelstrom is going a quarter mill on Katya" she responded, "it's pretty big money for a first match, but her record is perfect"

"Any word on what's happening next?" I asked, taking a sip.

"Nothing official" she responded, "but rumor is a corpo is flying in to see her. Probably wants to buy her for some big money match"

"That's a shame" I thought.

The bartender walked away, and I glanced back at the ring.

Katya was warming up, stretching out and bouncing around. She had stripped down to her sports bra and shorts, her body rippling with muscles.

"Wow" I thought, "she looks huge. She's probably 6'5" and she must weigh 260, 270 pounds"

I looked closer, seeing the sweat bead up on her abs, then I shook my head. Nowhere near as big as me and it was artificial muscle so she would overheat quickly. If I was in the ring with her I wouldn't even have to work at it. 2 punches maybe or just dance away and let her overheat.

The bartender broke my trance as she placed a large pitcher of beer on the bar.

"This is for you Val" she smiled, "it's from those two" she added, nodding to a pair of women sitting at a table.

"Thanks" I nodded.

I stood up, taking the pitcher and my beer, and walked over to the ladies' table.

"This seat taken?" I asked, flashing a smile.

"Only if you promise to let us use your lap" laughed the woman on the left.

"Oh, I think I can manage" I responded, setting the pitcher down.

"So, ladies" I said, turning my attention to them, "what brings you here tonight?"

"We were hoping to see you" replied the woman on the right.

"Is that so?" I replied, taking a swig of beer.

"We saw your match with that Tyger Claw the other night" responded the first woman.

"You ladies enjoy that?" I laughed.

"We did" said the second woman, "I don't think the poor girl will ever walk straight again"

"Well, I try to put on a good show" I smiled, "however I am off tonight, and just want to relax"

"Well, can we join you?" asked the first.

"That would be wonderful" I responded, "I could use some company"

The two ladies moved to sit on either side of me, and the conversation flowed.

As the match got closer, the Coyote was filling up.

The match started and the girls and I cheered, as Katya took a strong first round.

"She's going to lose" I thought.

Then I gasped as both women reached between my legs and grabbed the mass of flesh there. Remember when they had said they had seen my bought the other night? It was a sex fight with a Tyger Claw girl, the Animals had sponsored me. And, remember when I said I was the girl with the biggest cock in Night City? That was before the genemod treatment. Now I was hanging almost 18 inches flaccid and 28 rock hard. It was no wonder the girl couldn't walk right when I was done with her.

I glanced at the ring, then back at the women and smiled.

"I'm gonna use the restroom" I said, standing up, "don't miss me too much"

They giggled and waved, and I made my way to the bathrooms.

Once in the ladies' room, I went into the handicapped stall, and leaned back against the wall.

It didn't take long before the two women joined me.

"Well, hello there" I smiled.

"Whatcha got there, Val?" the first woman purred.

"What, these?" I responded, reaching down and pulling my dick and balls out.

"Holy shit!" exclaimed the second woman.

"Yeah, this is what I got" I laughed.

"Do you need help with that, Val?" asked the first.

"I could always use a little assistance" I smiled. Then I leaned as my cock stretched out towards them.

"Let's see what you can do"

They dropped to their knees and began licking my huge length, and soon they had the entire shaft coated with saliva.

"Alright" I said, grabbing a handful of each girl's hair, "now it's time to really get wet"

I began thrusting, forcing the heads of each girl down, and then pulled them back and repeated.

"Oh my god!" exclaimed the first, gasping for air.

"Yeah" moaned the second, "fuck our mouths"

I crammed the massive head in the first girls mouth feeling her jaws pop as her mouth stretched to accomadate me.

"Ohh fuckkk!" I groaned, pulling the girl's face down until she couldn't take anymore of my cock.

I held her down for a moment, and felt her struggling to breathe, but her tongue continued to slide over my shaft, licking the bottom of my shaft.

The second woman struggled to fit one of my enormous balls in her mouth. I let them both continue for a minute then switched mouths.

"Fucccckkk" I groaned, holding the second woman's head down, feeling the head of my cock stretch the back of her throat.

She started choking and spitting up, and I let her up for a minute.

"How much do you want this, girls?" I asked, stroking my length with a spit slicked hand.

"Fuck" moaned the first, "I want that cock inside me"

"Oh, I'll be inside you" I laughed, "but not quite like that"

I turned the first girl around and bent her over, shoving her pants and panties down, and rubbing the massive head of my cock against her wet slit.

"Here's some cock" I laughed, "but you're going to have to do the work"

I shoved her forward and she fell onto her hands and knees, moaning as her cunt swallowed my massive length.

"Oh god!" she screamed.

I held still, letting her fuck herself on my cock, as the other woman watched, rubbing her pussy through her panties.

"Straddle me bitch!", I commanded. As she did I felt the finger thick veins of my cock rubbing against her clit.

"Ohhh fuck!" the first woman moaned, "you're splitting me in two"

"I'm only half way" I replied, gripping her hips and thrusting, slowly pushing the last few inches she could accomodate in, the tip of my cock stretching her belly.

"Omigodomigod" she chanted.

"You want to cum" I laughed, "fuck yourself harder!"

I smacked her ass and she picked up speed, as I reached around and grabbed her tits. Squeezing them hard, while she pounded away, her cunt stretching itself to fit my size.

"I'm cumming!" she yelled, as the walls of her cunt squeezed, and she soaked my cock.

"Yeah" I grunted, "here's your reward"

"No" she said, trying to scramble away, but I gripped her tightly, and pushed my cock deep.

"Omigod" she cried, "you're too big, you're going to tear me in half"

"Relax and enjoy" I responded, pulling out to the very tip, then thrusting hard as a torrent of cum filled her belly. Her friend gasped as she watched.

"Fuck, she's going to explode!" she cried, as my cum poured out of her stretched hole, and my cock slid out, with a loud squelch.

"Alright, whore" I laughed, looking at the second girl, "your turn"

"Oh please" she begged, "I can't fit all of you"

"You don't have a choice" I laughed, and then i put all that muscle I pack around to use; lifting her by the hips and slamming her down on the head of my still erect cock.

My cock pushed into her dripping slit, and then I pulled out, and pressed the head against her tiny asshole.

"No!", she cried, "not in there"

"What's the matter?" I teased, "you're too small? Not enough room in there?"

"I'm sorry" she sobbed, "please, anything but that"

"Oh, now you don't want my cock?", I laughed, pushing the head in and out, feeling her ass stretching to accomodate me.

"I'll do anything" she cried, "just please don't rip my ass apart"

"Well, maybe" I teased, "what will you do for me?"

"Anything!" she wailed.

"Get over here and lick your friend's gaping hole" I commanded.

"Yes, anything!"

She scrambled across the floor and bent down, lapping up my cum from her friends asshole.

"There's more in there" I laughed, "dig in"

"Please" she sobbed, but I shoved her face down, and forced her lips to her friend's hole.

"Get in there" I growled, watching her tongue push into her friend's hole, then I pulled her back, and slammed her onto my cock.

"Fuck" she groaned, "please, no more"

"Don't worry" I laughed, "you're going to get your fill"

I lifted her up and slammed her down, pushing my cock into her cunt.

"There you go" I said, as I heard her moan.

"Now, time for your reward"

I began thrusting hard, forcing the girl's cunt open and shoving my cock deep, my balls slapping against her taint, the force of my thrusts knocking the wind out of her.

"Oh" she moaned, "it's too much"

"Just relax" I commanded, holding her tightly as I fucked her with powerful strokes.

"Cum for me, you little whore" I grunted, "cum on my cock"

"I'm cumming" she groaned, as the walls of her pussy spasmed, milking my cock.

"Fuck" I groaned, my cock pulsing, and filling her hole.

She slumped forward, my cock still inside her, as her body twitched.

"Good girls" I smiled, sliding her off and giving her a slap on the ass.

"Thanks for the fun ladies" I laughed, pulling up my pants and leaving them to clean up.

I walked back to the bar, and grabbed a new pitcher of beer, before settling back down on my stool.

The first woman walked out a few minutes later, her shirt soaked, and her face red, but, with a huge smile plastered across her face.

"How'd you like that" she smiled, giving her friend a kiss.

"Best night ever" she responded, sitting gingerly in her chair.

"What's up with her?", asked the bartender.

"Oh, nothing" laughed the first woman, "she's just a little tired"

"So what's up with this fight?" I asked, turning my attention to the match.

Katya had dominated the first round, but she was starting to slow.

"Looks like they might have to pull her" the bartender said.

"Yeah, it's a shame" the first woman said, "she looks like a real contender"

"Well, that's how it goes sometimes" replied the bartender.

Just then an old-style jumbotron, descended from the ceiling, and a voice boomed.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, a special appearance tonight!"

"What the hell is this" I wondered.

"A very special guest, is here tonight. So let's give a warm welcome to...the Mighty Valkyrie!"

As the name "Valkyrie" was announced, a woman emerged from the shadows.

She was easily 6'5" tall and her muscles were popping with tension. She was wearing a dark blue bikini, that clung tightly to her frame. Her massive breasts barely contained within the top, and a thong that showed off her toned ass. Her body was covered in tattoos, and she wore a silver winged helmet, and a large hammer was strapped to her waist.

"Holy shit" whispered the bartender.

The Valkyrie, strode into the center of the ring, her muscles rippling as she bounced on her toes.

"This is bad" I thought, "I need to find the Animals"

"Val" said the bartender, "where are you going?"

"I'll be right back" I replied, and hurried outside.

THE BUS JOURNEY
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Chapter One
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Standing on the bus stop, his suitcase felt heavy in his hand.
Time seemed to pass in slow motion as the morning sun poured down like honey on his shoulders.
A loud hiss of air brakes announced the arrival of the bus.
He noticed the sweat stained shirt as the driver stowed his case in the trunk.
The bright sunlight hurt his eyes as he stared out at the nameless streets flashing past the dirty bus window.
Luckily, he had managed to get a back seat on the sleek silver bus, away from the young mom with her unruly kids and the old couple with thier musty smell.
The back seats had a little more room and he stretched out his long lean legs under the seat in front.
The engine behind sent a vibration up his spine and into the front of his chest.
Travelling was not something he enjoyed.
He had made this journey so many times before. It did'nt get any easier with time.
He reached up and slid the small window open.
The heat and dust of the dirty city streets hit his face and a bead of sweat broke out and slid down his forehead.
A billboard advertising coors beer flashed by and he licked his dry lips.

Dan watched the kid.
Quick sidelong glances, the financial section propped on his lap.
His jacket folded neatly on the seat beside him.
He could'nt help noticing the form of the muscular body underneath the tight white T shirt.
His legs spread slightly wider as his heavy cock stirred in his close fitting suit pants.
His breathe caught in his throat as the wet tongue slid over full lips.
His mind stored the images that fueled the fire building within him..
Dan took in the details.
The ridge of muscle above the buckle on his belt.
Soft blonde hairs on the strong forearms.
The obvious bulging curve of his long thick cock snugly encased in the stretched denim of his faded jeans.
A vision of damp curly blonde hair surrounding the thick tube of flesh hanging over youthfull heavy balls, sent a surge of pleasure into his groin, and his cock snaked further down his thigh.
Dan revelled in the feelings of pleasure, flexing his thick heavy cock, feeling the thin material of his pants stretch to capacity as the blood surged.
He wondered if the pounding in his chest was visible to others as he furtively stole another glance at
the vision of his secret need.
He wondered how it would feel, to hold that body close, to feel the strength and power it contained.
The hard muscles pressing close to his body.
A wave of pleasure coarsed through him as he closed his eyes, picturing himself kneeling, hands reaching up, roaming all over the chest and hard muscled stomach.
The large cock head grazing his lips, the sweet smell of another male body filling his head.
He kneaded the firm buttocks as the head and shaft slid into his mouth, filling his throat.
He struggled to swallow as much of this maleness as possible, wanting to be taken by it, to be possessed by it.
He felt the power it contained, the same power that had made a God of the male phallus and made him burn inside with a need to taste the seed, to take that power within him.
He felt the pulse of his lover through his cock and the large head grew in his throat.
He drew it in deeper and sucked, pulling deep sighs of pleasure from the soft lips of his Love.
Unbridled with lust, he searched for his partners need, drawing it from him, pulling him closer to the edge of oblivion.
He opened his eyes just as perfection shifted in his seat and turned slightly towards him.
The sun caught his head, a halo of light flashed around him.
The outline of his thick maleness encased in the faded denim filled Dans head.
Splinters of the morning light filled Dans eyes as his love spurted from his cock and flooded his pants with its heat.

As the dawn was breaking gold, he turned in his seat, he looked across at the handsome business man.
He sure was good looking in that manly way he liked.
A well built body, even white teeth, his dark suit fitting him so well.
The lover he always dreamed of was like that, pale blue eyes, dark haired, maleness personified.
His need to be held and loved overwhelmed him.
The long held feeling of a child who has lost its way came over him in waves.
A man like him could put the smile back on his face.
He had spent so much time searching, crying in the rain of his life.
If he could have a man like that he would never leave his side. He would know he was home at last.
Hope sprang to his heart as the man returned his gaze, smiling.
The hot sun burned on the band of gold around the mans finger.
Hope sank within him like a stone, scurrying back into that place where it seemed doomed to spend eternity.
He turned back to the dirty bus window as a solitary tear slid real slow down his cheek, mingling with the beads of sweat.
In his eyes you could see a starry veil, an ocean of infinity.
An ache filled his chest and........
Andy went back to waiting for his man.



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after i was discharged from the army i went to springfield missouri. well, there were three colleges there and alot of hot young men like me. one day i was out at the city park and i caught a glimpse of this blond adonis and he soon turned as if he knew i was watching. i walked to the draingage dick and he followed me about twenty feet into the open drainage pipe. i pulled out my dick and he followed suit. he had a big ass cock with alot of veins on it. i touched it and it was so very hard. he ask me to suck him, i said hell yes. i sucked him for about twenty minutes and without any warning that thing jerked in my mouth and shot all in my mouth. i had to have this studs load...i met him several occassions and they were fun too :wub:

At the pool Josh and Rich met up for the first time since the foursome. It gave Josh a chance to talk to Rich about where they were with regards to any future sessions.

“Beth really enjoyed the group fun,” Josh said as they sat having coffees after their swim. “She might do it again, but she is conscious of creating problems between two couples, I get that too. She’s has no problems with us meeting and she now knows about Adam and some friends of his too.”

“I understand that too, Sophie said as much, but, still, she did find the whole experience really exciting and would do it again to.”

“Did she say anything about the two of them eating each other out?”

“Not exactly, but then neither did she say she didn’t like it either. Beth must get a mouthful from you at times after you have eaten her pussy, yes?”

“Oh, yeah, I mean, I really get in there so my face is covered and I suck her juices her too,”

“I did notice that when you were with Sophie,” Rich responds.

“She is fine with her own taste, pulls my face to hers harder then I recon, so I assumed she would be with Sophie too.”

“Beth like me to taste my cum and her pussy together, so she often sits on my face after I’ve cum in her and I love licking her out them.”

“Nothing like licking a woman out with a pussy full of your own spunk.”

“Or even some other guy’s load too.” Adds Josh.

Both grin widely.

“So you think we might all meet up again?”

“I think so, not sure when though. Give her time.”

“OK, but would you be considering finding another couple or couples?” Rich asks.

“If we do, I will let you know and we can decide then how things are.”

“Now that’s out of the way, fancy a wank and a suck at mine, Sophie’s out.”

Josh nods and the two guys get up.



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The two arrive at the hotel for their weekend away. It’s warm and the afternoon sun shines on the sea. The couple are shown to their room on the first floor, it overlooks the sea and the small harbour to the left, a modest balcony extends from the room and provides a view along the coast with the cliffs in the distance.

“This is lovely, plenty of space, look at the bed, it’s huge.” Exclaims Beth as she looks around.

“I thought it would be worth getting a better room with a big bed, super king I guess.”

“Josh! Come and look, the bathroom is fabulous, two basins, stand-alone bath and huge shower with enough room for at least the two of us at once.”

“Were you thinking of inviting someone else to shower with us?”

“No! You’ll be all I want in there all wet and hard.” Beth responded with a huge smile across her face.

With that she approached Josh and kissed him. “Thank you.”



Later, after a walk around and some time on the beach just throwing pebbles, the couple returned to their room to get ready for dinner. Josh had booked a local restaurant with good reviews for its seafood for that night and the final night.

“I just love this room,” said Beth as she gazed out from the balcony over the sea with the sun setting towards the west. “Come here and look with me.”

Josh came and stood slightly behind his girlfriend and put his arms around her waist, holding her tightly against him. Beth leaned back into him and their faces touched side to side as they looked out to sea.

“OK, my man, time to start getting ready,”

“Already?”

“Yes, I want to use that bath, I know the shower will hold a rugby team but not tonight, OK?”

Josh laughed. “Now that I would like to see, you and 15 naked rugby players together in the wet.”

“Well, why not? I do like some cock!”

“True.”

With that Beth started to undress. Josh observed. Beth, he knew, was totally happy being watched; in the mornings when she dressed her knickers were always the last item of underwear to be put on, as if she wanted her pussy on display as long as possible.

Josh decided to strip off to, he would use the shower, but he though sadly, without the 15 raging cocks in there too.

Beth, now naked, ran the bath, added some salts and oils and prepared to have a soak. Just before she climbed in she stopped, went over to the daylight and checked her pussy for any hairs and smoothness. Josh watched. She then came over to him.

“How do I look?”

“Perfect,” he said.

“Pussy!”

Josh looked down, put his head from side to side.

“Still perfect.”

“Seriously, it feels smooth to me but please see if you like it too, and is my little bush trimmed enough or is it too large?”

Josh stroked her with his finger, stroking both sides of her vulva, then underneath and nearly to her ass hole. He then ran his fingers through the small triangle of pubic hair that Beth had retained, its lower point just stopping where her flesh parted into her vulva. He had grown to like her neatly trimmed hair there, it certainly didn’t get in the way when he had his head down there and could feel it as he thrust in and out of her as they copulated.

“Your perfect, best get in that bath before I get hard and want to slip in there.” He said as his fingers touched her small labia lips, parting them and just touching her clitoris.

“Later, promise.”



***********

Josh shaved, showered and was soon ready. Beth was still in the bath.

Eventually, she rose from the bath, naked, water droplets running down her skin, gestured for her towel and with Josh’s help, dried herself off.

Turning, the towel round just her waist, she kissed Josh and suggested he wait in the bar downstairs as she would be a while yet. Josh couldn’t help but look down at her breasts, their firmness, the slightly up-tilt of her nipples. He wanted to kiss on one, draw it in between his lips.

“Josh!”



Josh played with his phone at the bar as he drank white wine, South African Chenin Blanc, and helped himself from the bowl of nuts provided with his drink. Immersed in the contents of his phone he only realised Beth was there when she touched his shoulder lightly.

Turning, he almost jumped up when he saw her.

He was stunning. He had never seen her look so beautiful. Her dark hair framed her face, her lips, now bright red, looked full and inviting. She wore a new dress, medium length in a dark blue shiny material, it hugged her figure, her slender boyish hips and showed off her cleavage, the rise of her breasts visible from her smooth décolletage. Beth’s dark eyes instantly seduced. She smiled at him, then leant forward and kissed him briefly on his lips.

After a drink at the bar the two headed off to the restaurant for dinner. Beth took his arm as they walked along by the beach, leaning in to him slightly. Josh could smell her perfume, it was one he really liked on Beth, it seemed to identify her, her character, her nature.



Coffee arrived, it was about 9.30. The couple had spent lots of time that evening looking into each other’s eyes. More so than normal, Josh thought. Talk was light, about the things they might do over the weekend.

They walked slowly back, arm in arm again, taking the long way round, looking at the lights on the harbour, the boats bobbing about and the rattle of halyards in the light breeze.

Coming to a dark patch beyond the streetlights they stopped. Beth turned and Josh felt her hands hold his waist and then she kissed his lips. This time it was a deep, long kiss. Josh responded with equal passion, so did his cock. There was no need to let Beth know he was getting turned on, she would know he was and she would be too.



The hotel room door closed with a clunk. Bedside lamps lit the room, sea air blew gently from the French doors onto the balcony.

Josh sensed that he felt different at this moment. Normally, he would be now desperate to be in bed, his head maybe between Beth’s legs or his penis in her mouth before soon entering her vagina or any of the other sexual acts they had become used to over the months of their relationship.

Beth had dropped her bag on a chair and came to him, he felt her arms around him from behind. He felt her lean in and kiss his neck and then his earlobe. She nibbled.

Josh turned, their heads closed until foreheads touched and again they kissed.

Josh now wanted to pull Beth to him, to allow her to feel his hardness. His hands circled her narrow waist and drew her by the hips to him. Hot breath, slightly increasing in rapidity, fell on his neck as one hand left her hip and he drew her head to his.

“Make love to me,” Beth whispered.

“I will.”

With that Josh moved his hands up and unzipped Beth’s dress, then lowered it over each shoulder in turn until it fell to the floor, revealing her breasts, she was braless that evening. Beth discreetly moved the dress to safety.

He ran his fingers from her distinct collarbones towards the centre of her chest and then down over her sternum to the swell of her breasts. Her silky skin inviting him to her now prominent nipples and the small glands on her areole, his fingertips now grazing those sensitive places.

Beth gasped with pleasure as he very delicately pressed his thumb and forefingers together with her nipples in between.

Beth raised her head and kissed Josh’s lips lightly, then she stood very slightly back and started to unbutton his shirt from the top. Half way down Josh’s chest she stopped and slid her hands onto his body, her palms flat and feeling the slight swell of his pectorals and his nipples. Josh too gasped as she cheekily pinched him and pulled on his teats.

Beth then continued to open his shirt buttons until finally she pulled his shirt tails from his chinos and then moved straight to his belt buckle. With his belt undone, she lowered his zipper and parting the front of his chinos was then able to push them down sufficient to expose white briefs and the sight of Josh’s erection forming a long and slightly curved hose shape that stretched from his groin to near the waistband of his pants one side of his belly button.

Carefully, not wanting to catch the end of his penis on his moderately tight waistband, Beth pulled the elastic forward, his cock now almost free of restriction and able to stand vertically at last. She continued to lower his briefs, freeing his testicles in the process.

Beth looked at Josh, her face looked serene, her eyes dark with dilated pupils, her lips curved up in a faint smile, slightly parted. Josh watched as she slowly ran her tongue from right left across those parted lips, moistening them.

Beth slowly lowered herself to her knees, keeping eye contact with him all the time. It was only when she was finally settled there that she looked down and allowed her right hand to guide Josh to her still just parted moist lips.

An intake of breath signalled that Josh had now felt the contact of his glans with lips as Beth ran his end over them. The slight roughness of them stimulating his most sensitive parts.

Soon Josh was experiencing being sucked, Beth was so delicate as her lips glided over his shiny skin, saliva now mixing with his own clear fluid. His eyes closed. It felt simply exquisite, he seemed to have found a new level of sensitivity in his bell end and it almost made him have to cease what was happening to him.

Beth stopped, released his cock and with his eyes now open again he looked down and met her gaze.

Standing back up, Beth again kissed Josh lightly on his lips. Josh then knew.

He too then went to his knees, Beth still had on her panties, dark blue, matching her dress, lace fringed and shiny where her lips bulged at the front.

Josh placed his hands on her buttocks and then realised she was wearing thong type panties with a thin strip vainly attempting to cover her anus. Taking hold of each side he slowly lowered the panties until they were well below where her legs met, at which point they simple dropped to the floor.

His hands returned to the softness of her bottom and drew her to him. His nose touched the triangle of neatly trimmed soft hair that pointed to her vulva and the parting point of her flesh.

He kissed her hair. Then he kissed a point just below. Then another point until he could no longer feel her pubic hair but the softness of her skin and the rising heady aroma of her already moist pussy.

He continued kissing her there, her left side, her right side, silky smooth skin. His lips found her protruding lips, her labia and he kissed each one before carefully sucking each in turn in to his mouth.

He felt Beth’s hands now on the back of his head, barely touching but there, confirming what he was doing was what she wanted, needed.

His tongue parted her flesh and at last he tasted her juices, her lubrication ready for him to penetrate her and complete their union.

Driven by crazy desire he pressed his face harder into her cunt, then allowed his tongue to enter her vagina and draw more taste from it before he raised his head and traced the tip of his tongue from vaginal opening, to pee hole and then to her clitoris. There he stopped and played with her hood, teasing her with his tongue tip to find the small sensitive pea she had there and to flick it repeatedly.

He felt Beth shudder with the pleasure he gave her, her hands pressed his head to her more now, his hands gripping her small firm bum cheeks.

Introduction:
Sean is a 18 years old guy living in the south of Florida and still lives with his parents. He is a swimmersbuild guy with average muscles and a slim figure. dark hair and lightly tanned by the sun at the beaches of Florida.
His parents live in one of those older ´vicotirian style´ houses build only a 2 minute walk from the beach. No strange fact that Sean is a swimmer and a real beach boy, he practically grew up at the beach nearby his house.
Most of his familily lives nearby including three cousins of about his age (18,20 and 22). These three also came a lot to his place together with friends. His parents both worked but since last year they started to work more often further away from home and Sean stayed home alone with his friends more ofen.

Again i went out to cruise for some sex, arrived after 22h it as already dark outside, i went directly in the bushes, there was shadows walking around, some short fit guy in sports shorts was standing against the fence cruising me, he clearly had a bulge in his shorts, i went over to him & felt him up, i felt his bulge too, it was a nice size, i fished it out & starting to give him a blowjob on my knees, he was moaning & enjoying it.

Some sad little fucker came to disrupt our play & when i stopped sucking i noticed this other sad loser had dropped his pants exposing his ass, I pushed the asshole away & resumed sucking the guy, the other sad cunt walked off, not too soon either, i continued sucking the guy & when he was hard, i dropped my jeans & let him finger my hole in my open ass briefs, he must have felt my clean pre-lubed hole. He motioned me to turn around, which i did & he was soon pushing inside me raw, Felt good the 1st fuck of the night, after 10 mins & pumping he was ready, he held me closer & started squirting his cum deep inside my ass. After we were done, i thanked him & we parted ways.

Just as a was leaving the bush, i walked past a guy who just entered, he grabbed my ass as a walked past him, i turned around & felt his bulge in his pants, he was already hard, i pulled him over by a tree & fished his cock out, i fist sucked him harder then i turned around leaning against the tree with my jeans half way down, he was soon pushing inside raw, he must have felt the cum in there too, he was holding on to my shoulder & feeling me up my body while he was pumping me.

After 5 mins he held me really close, holding on to my shoulders while he fucked his loads deep inside my guts, damn did that feel, being used as a cumdump in the dark in the park, Whne we were done, he thanked me & i did the same & we parted ways out of the bush.

I decided to take a break on the bench, some Arab guy walked past me in a tracksuit, think he was a Moroccan, he asked me if i wanted sex, i said sure, so i took him to where the fallen logs are, when we got there, he asked me for some small money, like 5euro's i said to him okay if he fucks me, i never normally pay but he said to me he was hungry for food & i felt a bit sorry for him, so i agreed to pay him 5 euro which is piss nothing, he agreed & fished out his cock, his cock was cut flaccid but was already an impressive 8-9inches & thick too, i got face down ass up on the logs, he came behind me & between my legs & started to push his bare cock inside me, it felt good i could feel his bog cock & his girth, he was now fucking me roughly & after 10mins he was blowing his loads in me.

When he was done, he said to me, i can cum again, so i said ok, he asked me can he cum inside again & i said sure, i stayed in position, he was getting his cock ready for my cummy hole, he was soon pushing deep inside me & within 5mins he was blowing load number 2 in there, now my hole was well wet form all the cum i just had, when he was done, he thanked me & pulled out, i gave him some tissues as he asked me to wipe his cock dry & then i paid him the 5 euro agree, it was a cheap fuck.

He asked me now because he fucked me 2 times he wanted 10euro, so i honestly said to him, he was lucky to get 5, as i normally never take money with me outdoors, he did not agree & was a little pissed, honestly this behaviour puts me off paying for these little fuckers. SO i just bluntly said to him, you should have agreed better at the start.

After all that i decided to call it a night, i had enough sex & it was gone 02am in the morning.

I'm curious! Love watching 3/4some porn videos, but most of them are fake. I like the real ones better.

I do have one experience with a foursome (I apparently chose to skip a threesome haha), but it's not exciting at all. But I'm curious to hear all of your stories.

Part One


Sam’s father had never been the timid sort.

He was tall and very intimidating. For as long as Sam could remember, he’d always been this size and this way. Bolt had not changed the last few years. Whether Sam was 3, 6, 9, 12 or 18, his father was always a solid mountain of muscles. No facial lines. A few grey streaks of hair here and there, but they didn’t detract from his alpha-like appearance. They may’ve even contributed to it.

Bolt, as everyone called him, had always been there for Sam, especially after his mother left for unknown reasons. Bolt never talked about her, even though Sam had these burning questions on his lips. Sometimes he would ask his father about her, but these secrets belonged to Bolt as well as the secrets concerning his size and sheer mass of body. He surrounded himself with secrets.

Bolt changed his working habits years ago. He stopped driving to work every day and started working from home. He built himself a huge office with a dark wooden desk that only fit a man of his size.

Sam noticed that his dad, despite his age, seemed only to grow larger despite having already reached grotesque proportions. If he weren’t nearly as wide as he was tall, he would probably have been a career basketball player.

Nevertheless – and this was the worst part – he forbade his son, Sam, from playing any sport known to man as though he was scared to lose his position as strongest man in the family (and on Earth probably). Sam went along with his father’s orders because his father always introduced good reasons and only seemed to be concerned for his son’s well-being.

Then there were such situations as some weeks ago when Sam was sleeping at a friend’s house. The whole situation nearly drove him mad. Michael, who had been friends with Sam from birth, had much in common with Sam’s father; he was very direct and never intimidated. Michael always wore tight boxers when Sam would spend the night over. In the mornings when he had a hard-on, he ran around with it, proud about it and presenting it as a God-given gift.

One thing Sam and Michael had in common – and that night wasn’t the first time they talked about it – was the size of their huge dicks. Even though Michael was a head shorter than Sam, his dick had nearly the same proportions. Even in their softest state, they both rocked a good six inches. A year back, though, Michael had stopped growing. Sam had not. Fully hard, Sam had an 8.6 inch cock under his hands. This was his personal record, but it was still only a bit bigger than Michael, who had 8.2 inches. His friend wasn’t mad about it. He was allowed to join the gym years ago, and he’d already packed on a good amount of muscle for an 18 year old.

They talked about other people too, the averages for both length and girth, and they were both proud about what they had.

“Everyone’s seen your dad naked, at least once. Everyone! Aren’t you interested in seeing him? Because I’d like to know about it.”

Sam really was interested, but his father hid his huge frame with his secrets. He had long past noticed that he, like his father had probably been, was the biggest kid in class. At 16 he was already 6’2’’. His head reached higher than everyone else’s. Today, he was 18 years old and even bigger still. Like most guys his age, he was already showing some muscles, but they were tiny and ridiculous compared to Michael’s. It was okay because he wasn’t the only skinny guy in class, but without training he would stay like this for the rest of his life, while Michael would grow bigger and bigger – like Bolt.



Sam always froze in awe of his father. In the gym, when he lifted free weights, he always wore a tight Lycra shirt that accentuated his over-the-top, musclebound body. Sam began to think about his father’s exercises at the gym. Bolt always started sweating fast. He only needed to train for about five minutes, lifting weights toward the ceiling, and his shirt was soaked, dark with sweat. He would then roll up his sleeves so that everyone could see the hairs in his armpits, of which there were many.

“I want to start with my training!”, Sam demanded loudly one afternoon at The Studio, the local gym.

“The time hasn’t come, little boy,” growled his father with a grin. He was busy putting more weights on for his current training station. “You have to be older, I think, and you have to grow or you will hurt your back while training. And if you hurt your back there’s no way back. Stays broken forever!“, he said in a joking tone. He always said that. It was always the same. Sam had hoped that when he turned 18 his father would break that golden rule, but the day came and went with nothing changing.

While Bolt dried his hands on his loose trousers, Sam stormed off to another part of the gym. In the gym, Sam always marveled that no one was as huge as his dad—neither in height nor width. But everyone was secretly looking at Bolt, spying on him, from a respectful and awed distance. Many rooms away, Sam could still hear his old dad panting. He knew, even without seeing his dad, that his shirt must had been wandering up that thick brick-wall stomach, nearly ripping under his thick arms and pecs. Why was he so strong and tall? Did it run in the family? Sam wanted to be that big too, and so strong! No—bigger, stronger, even if he already was the tallest in his class.

“Okay,” came the rumble of his father behind his back. Sam looked back at him. As he’d suspected, his father’s shirt looked three sizes too small on his frame. Bolt’s thick and hairy six-pack was left exposed. Veins traveled down the V to his crotch, though anything lower was hidden by his loose training trousers. “You can start training today, but don’t overdo it! I see you wore your sport uniform from school. That’s good, as you don’t have to change.”

While they walked to the dumbbells, Sam could watch as his father nearly hit his head on the ceiling beams. He had to duck under them.

“Dad? How tall are you?“

“Seven foot five? Seven foot six? I haven’t measured myself in a long time.”

“But I thought one only grew in youth?“

He ran his hand through his son’s hair, ruffling it, and said: “Our family is a bit better off. We have… Well… We have good genes, I think. But here, try these.”

He gave his son a smaller dumbbell and showed him the motions to make, described to him how the exercise worked. He himself took the biggest dumbbell available in one hand. He joked and grinned while lifting it. For him, it was nothing more than air.”

“You see? Do not stretch your arm too far and don’t swing your arm like this.”


He demonstrated the exercise to Sam. Every time the weights bobbed up and down, Bolt’s biceps grew ‘til his shirt, despite how flexible the Lycra was, ripped open on the right side. The flesh of his arm pushed the material up and grew out of it.

“Whoa!“

“Yeah, you think it’s cool, but that’s my third shirt this week and today is only Tuesday. And my arms aren’t even warm yet.”

Sam did many reps even though he’d never worked out before. His skin grew sweaty and his dad, proud.

“Always train hard and someday you’ll look just like your old dad. No maybes, ands or buts! You’ll look like this!“ He raised his massive arms and his muscles, especially his biceps began to tense and rise. They were bigger and harder than bowling balls. Sam stopped his training and felt his dad’s gun. He couldn’t even reach a quarter of the way around, and it felt like pulsing hot steel under his skin.

“I have to shower now, then we’ll head home.“

“I wanna stay here a while longer, to train.” The fire within Sam had been ignited, but he thought about the opportunity under the shower and Michael’s curiosity about his dad.

“Okay, but don’t work out for too long. It’s only your first day. We’ll start tomorrow—really start!“

Bolt grabbed his crotch while Sam looked away, and went off to the showers.

After a while, Sam’s arms hurt from exertion. It was a good feeling and he wanted more, but it was time; his father was surely already waiting for him at the health and fitness bar.

As expected, he found his, but not his father’s bag in the locker rooms. After every training session, Bolt had an enormous hunger and he started to devour everything within arm’s length.

Never before had Sam showered here in The Studio. Normally he watched his father’s training, worked on schoolwork, or drove home early. He stopped visiting his father at the gym altogether, about a year ago, but maybe today had changed everything. Nearly every boy in his class trained for a better body or better fitness, but him. Now it was his time.

It was wet and foggy in the locker rooms, due to the hot haze wafting from the showers. Sam saw that most of the gym-goers wore a simple T-Shirt and loose jogging pants. He knew that his father wore another way tighter pair of pants under his regulars and he asked himself: why? His thoughts had already come up with an explanation.

Years ago Sam had realized that the cock dangling between his thighs could compete with nearly everybody else’s. He knew no one bigger than him—until tomorrow, he guessed, thinking about Bolt.

So many men in his class were ashamed of themselves. They waited for the shower to become emptier; they waited for Sam and Michael to finish, because they were so intimidated by their fat, growing dicks in the showers. They always said the same about Sam: “Well, if you’re a giant, you’re a giant everywhere!“


Sam wouldn’t call his six inches flaccid giant,because he had already seen the record holder online. But on the other hand, they were right. I’m not fully grown, there’s a spurt to come, he told himself as he thought about the 7’5‘‘ or 7‘6‘‘ of his father.

So I have a huge enm and humiliation fetish when it comes to shy or embarrassed guys being stripped down or told to strip in public settings and similar. Either by a police officer or authority figure forcing them to strip in front of others and not caring or a boyfriend tricks his partner into getting naked. Then playing out the embarrassed guys side of everything. Anyone have any recs on where to find stories or videos of this? Nothing super hardcore or crazy, just a simple enm story. Anyone good at writing a specific scenario? TIA!

Part 1 is here.
Old Men in the Park - part 2

"Who's your new friend?" I turned my head and saw that Hawaiian-Shirt-Guy
was standing next to me. His pants were all the way off now. His cock,
partially soft, hung in a graceful arc, out and down; it looked like a
good ten inches, but not as thick as the one I'd just sucked. I had to
tear my eyes away from its magnificence to appraise the rest of him.

"What's your name, buddy?" grandpa asked me.

"I'm Calvin," I replied, looking up at the taller man. He was wearing
nothing except the open shirt. His chest, slightly concave, had some
sparse grey hair, more noticeable around his brown nipples, and he had a
small pot-belly. He looked sturdy, though, and tall, over six feet for
sure, even with his slight stoop, the way some men get from decades of
desk work. He had a keen, intellectual look, like a writer or an
academic.

"Calvin here is a great cocksucker," grandpa said. And to me he said,
"I'm Barry, but everyone calls me 'Bear'." He held out a hand to help me
to my feet.

"And I'm Andy," said the owner of the long cock and the loud shirt. He
reached for my cock - it was still hard, pointing straight ahead at a
45-degree angle. "Looks like you're ready for more action!" he grinned,
giving it a gentle squeeze.

"I came once already..." I said, wondering at my evident resilience. I
don't think Judy and I had gone twice in a row in over thirty years.

"You wanna fuck some ass?" Andy said. "Hey, Billy, come over here!" he
yelled over his shoulder. He turned back to me. "You don't mind sloppy
seconds, do you?"

Acting like a master of ceremonies, Andy seemed to want to orchestrate
the next act of this obscene opera. Billy was the short, wiry fellow that
I had watched getting fucked from behind. He sauntered over to us buck
naked.

"Hi, guys, what's your pleasure?" he asked grinning.

"This is Calvin. Show him your ass," Andy told him. Billy smiled coyly at
me and turned around. He bent forward with his hands on his knees,
jutting his ass towards me. It was nice and round, pale, with a deep
cleft separating two perfectly symmetrical half-globes. Not quite
feminine in appearance, but it held a similar attraction. I liked it.
Andy said, "Spread 'em, cunt-boy. Show him your pussy."

Still leaning forward, Billy reached behind himself with both hands and
pulled his cheeks apart. The cleft widened, exposing a smooth, pale
valley with a pink oval in the middle, slightly puckered, like lips,
around a tiny vertical smile. As I stared, it winked at me! The lips
pouched outward, stretching his pucker open a little, just enough to see
a moist, red circle inside with a dark hole at its center. He repeatedly
flexed, winking his pussy at me until, with an obscene farting sound, a
glob of yellow-white cum dribbled out. Now that's a fuck-hole, I thought,
and I wanted to fill it. I wondered where that guy was, the one who had
planted that cum.

"Billy's a real faggot," Andy explained. "Can't get enough. I'd fuck him
myself, but my cock almost killed him once." He laughed.

Billy giggled and, looking back over his shoulder, said, "Give it to me
Calvin!"

I wasn't going to argue. I grabbed his hips, bent my knees to line up
with the target and pushed my cock into his opening. It was snug, but
barely resistant. I slid right in to the hilt, thrilling to a hot silky
friction. It felt amazing! It was as slippery as any pussy I'd ever
fucked, but tighter, more gripping. I just started fucking. Selecting the
pace that felt best, I pumped my dick in and out of Billy's faggot pussy
with carefree abandon. I'd never felt so wild and free. My dick was a
ramrod bent on destroying all before it. I increased the speed of my
thrusting, slamming into that hot ass hard, making that rhythmic slapping
noise, exultant in my dominance. The alpha male, claiming what's his.

Andy was grinning ear to ear. He was pulling on that enormous cock of
his, now stiff and even longer, pointing straight at Billy and me as we
rutted. Bear was watching too. I'd never performed for an audience
before, but it made the whole scene more electric. I watched Andy
masturbate with prurient glee knowing I was giving him pleasure too with
this lewd display.

Just as I was beginning to wonder how long I could keep up this pace and
if I was capable of a second orgasm so soon, Bear reached out and slapped
my ass, encouraging me. I slowed down the pace and started grinding hard
into Billy as if I wanted to drill into the center of his being. He was
moaning like a two-bit whore now. Long and deep I plowed him, feeling
every scintillating inch of his bowels gripping and titillating my fervid
pole.

Suddenly, the moaning stopped. Andy had plugged the hole! "Yeah?" he
teased, "You ready to be spit-roasted, boy?" Apparently, the tool that
was too big for Billy's rectum was a fine fit for his throat; Andy's cock
had all but disappeared down the faggot's pie hole!

"Mmm... mmfff... ggkkh... mmmm..." was now the the only sound from
Billy's mouth that rose above the wet slapping of Andy's groin against
his face. A sound of delight and excitement.

Andy and I locked eyes over Billy's bent back and grinned at each other.
It was almost like we were fucking each other; Billy was just a conduit
linking our cocks together in some kind of bizarre male bonding ritual. I
was getting closer to blowing my load.

And then I felt Bear's hand on my ass again, lingering this time. Both
hands. He was behind me, kneading my naked buns as I ground my pelvis
into Billy's supple manhole. It felt so good! I pulled Billy's pussy in
to me and kept grinding. I felt Bear pull my cheeks apart, exposing my
asshole. A finger grazed it. My pucker tingled. I felt Bear's beard
between my thighs. The tingle expanded exponentially when I felt his
tongue swipe up my crack and press into my tight little anus.

That finally did it! My balls contracted, by dick exploded, and wave
after wave of convulsion swept up my shaft, draining my balls, and still
continued, out of control, pumping and pulsing, long after I was sure
that every last sperm cell had been delivered deep inside Billy's bowels.

I almost collapsed. My knees buckled, but Billy, stronger than he looked,
was able to take my weight on his back, and Andy reached forward to
steady me.

It's a good thing he did, because then Bear's tongue was replaced! I felt
it, blunt and wide, firm, insistent. I knew it was his cock. I had sucked
it before. I welcomed it again. Not just I, but my asshole too, with a
mind of its own, surrendered to the assault. It opened like a woman's
vagina, spreading apart to receive Bear's tremendous girth. The sensation
was astonishing! The stretching, the friction of his shaft driving
through my anal ring, the pressure on my prostate, the warmth of his body
as he covered my ass, all together restored my strength, renewed my
desire, and made me eager to breed.

I had seen Billy get fucked like this. Then I had fucked Billy like this.
Now it was my turn to be fucked. To be bred from behind. Like a bitch. I
was glad it was Bear. He was the first man I'd ever touched in a sexual
way. It felt right to give him my anal cherry too.

He fucked me thoroughly, proficiently, expertly, taking his pleasure but
giving it too. I took it like a man; my initial discomfort, the few quick
stabs of pain, had dissipated fast, leaving me in a state of ecstatic
passivity. In and out, varying the speed and the depth of his virile
thrusts, Bear kept me in suspense. He took total control, putting me in
my place as his plaything, a toy, a mere object for his release. I was
his cum receptacle. That knowledge, along with the physical sensation of
being filled by his manhood, brought me to arousal once more.

Meanwhile, Andy had disengaged from Billy, who now turned around and took
my slimy dick, which had been up his ass, into his mouth. I knew it was
covered in cum - two loads from two different men. He made quite a show
of savoring the taste of ass-tainted cum, evidently appetizing to him.

Andy went around behind Bear. He was out of my field of vision, but I
heard him say, "You want my cock?"

"Yeah, fuck me!" Bear said. "I want it." His thrusting stopped. I heard
him grunt. And then he lurched forward and began the fucking motion
again, slower but steadier than before. He was breathing hard now. I
tried to imagine Andy's huge cock fitting inside him. Evidently what had
nearly killed Billy was manageable by Bear. In fact, as he picked up
speed and momentum, it appeared he enjoyed it!

Bear was now sandwiched between Andy and me. He was both fucking and
being fucked at the same time. 'Wow!' I thought, 'I have to try that!' It
was exciting beyond words to experience them serially, as I was doing.
And I was having the time of my life! I had just fucked a man in the ass
for the first time and had cum inside him. And now I was being given the
same treatment. I surrendered to the pleasure of being fucked and I
wanted to feel Bear cum inside me again, this time at my other end.

Now Billy, who had been cleaning my dick, suddenly stopped. Another man
had arrived, a black man, bald with a grizzled beard. "Hey, Jim," Billy
called out to him.

"Hi, fellas," Jim replied, watching our three-way fuck. "Having a good
time, I see!" He laughed a deep-throated chuckle.

Billy went to him and grabbed his crotch. "What did you bring me, daddy?"
he said in an exaggerated, simpering lisp.

"Don't worry, Billy-boy, I've got just what you need!" Jim growled.

They moved out of my field of vision. I didn't care; Bear was getting
close to blowing his load. I could tell by his ragged breathing and the
way he was jerking around, starting to lose it... And then I felt it, not
the cum, but the convulsions. They were seismic in proportion and were
accompanied by a groan that was practically a howl. I clenched my
sphincter hard on his pulsing cock and felt the shockwaves roil up my
chute. An amazing feeling once again to bring my man off, to make him
cum. I sighed deeply, contented, as the waves subside and I felt the
retreat of his spent weapon.

But Bear was still moaning and grunting in rhythm, in time with the
steady pistoning of Andy's massive rod. I let the Bear-cock slip from my
gaping pussy and I turned around to watch. What a sight! Andy was
long-dicking Bear's poop-chute with the skill of an artist. I watched his
cock appear out of Bear's butt: out and out it came, into the dappled
sunlight, a length of shaft that just kept growing... And still more,
until just the edge of its tawny crown appeared at the tight opening. And
then, bam!, Andy slammed the full eleven inches in to the hilt. This
drama was on repeat, with no letup.

Bear's cock, shining with ass-juice (mine) and cum (his) was waving
lewdly, beckoning me, rocked by the vigorous pounding from behind.
Without giving a whole lot of thought to the matter, I grasped it and
swiped it with my tongue. I had already tasted his cum straight from the
source, so the difference now had to be ass, my ass to be specific. It
was tangier, more pungent than before and, along with the smell of it,
more intoxicating! I took his thick, soft dick into my mouth and sucked.

Was I developing an oral fixation? I wondered. Because the act of
sucking, especially this big, fat mouthful, was just so satisfying! But
there was more going on. I felt the quake of each pounding thrust from
Andy. I saw his balls swinging into view and bumping against Bear's balls
beneath him. Andy was clean-shaven down there, like Billy, making his
balls look smooth and elegant compared to Bear's wild and wooly bag. I
reached down, between Bear's legs to feel them. Loose and and wobbly at
first, they were alive and reactive; they jumped, retracting as Andy's
sack tightened up, drawing his balls up. My touch had set him off!

"Aaarrrrgh!" Andy roared as he unloaded, pulling Bear into him, away from
me, so that his cock popped out of my mouth!

"Yeah, buddy! Give me that cum!" Bear cried out. He looked ecstatic,
pushing his butt back against Andy as if he needed that cum injected as
deep as possible.

I chased Bear's cock, wanting to renew the comfort of suckling on it, but
Andy had pulled out of his ass and Bear had other ideas. He spun around
and thrust his big hairy ass in my face. "Eat my ass, Calvin! Clean my
dirty pussy!"

His words goaded me; I lunged forward and put my lips to his puckered
hole, amidst the matted dark hairs, dank with Andy's cum. It gaped
slightly at my touch as I kissed him there and in a moment I was
French-kissing his ass, putting my tongue in as deep as I could, licking
and sucking out every glob of cum I could get. I loved it! There was
something liberating in lowering myself to so subservient a task.

And then I felt Andy behind me, lifting my ass and positioning it so he
could lick my hole too! Now I was feeling the same thing I was doing to
Bear. The sensation on my sensitive anal ring was amazing!

When Andy and I had swallowed pretty much all the cum we were likely to
extract from our respective receptacles, we wiped our mouths on our
sleeves and grinned at each other. Bear went off to join Jim and Billy
while Andy and I talked as we dressed.

I learned that he's one of about a half-dozen regulars that show up
around noon most days and that there were other guys there in the
evening. He laughed when I told him that I was married and hadn't done
anything like this before. "I'm not gay either," he said, dispelling my
assumptions. Turns out that Billy is one of the only out gay guys; there
are a few who consider themselves bi, but most of them, like him and
Bear, are married like me.

I thought about all this on the walk home. Who knew man-on-man sex could
be so amazing? I would never have believed it if I hadn't experienced it
myself.

Judy was already home when I arrived. "Hi, dear. You're later than
usual." She said by way of greeting.

"Yeah, I made some new friends at the park," I replied.

"That's nice, dear," she said. "Did you get lunch?"

"Yes, I picked up a little snack," I said, smiling to myself; the taste
of cum still lingered. "Quite satisfying."

I was looking forward to my next morning's walk.

This is a work of fiction. All characters are imaginary and at least 18
years of age. Hell, they're all at least 68!


Old Men in the Park

by yfnsp

When I retired a few years ago, my wife encouraged me to take "a good
long walk" every morning. I enjoyed the exercise and, among the various
4- or 5-mile routes I took, I found a few that included parts of the
county park near my neighborhood. The park was a particularly pleasant
place to walk, with well groomed paths, a playground, sports fields, and
a varied landscape. And there were always people around involved in
various activities or just walking, like me.

The path I enjoyed most wound through a rather heavily wooded area of the
park. Though it was a lot less busy there, I would occasionally pass
people on the path or see someone sitting on one of the benches in the
shade of the woods. These were invariably older guys like me, or even
older, and we would usually exchange a polite greeting when I encountered
them.

One warm day, I had extra time to kill; my wife had gone shopping in the
city with her sister. "We'll be having lunch downtown today, so you'll
have to get your own lunch," she had told me quasi-apologetically. I
didn't mind.

So, walking my favorite path through the park, I decided to stop and take
advantage of the cool shade. I sat down on one of the benches for a
while, probably three quarters of an hour or so, and watched the wildlife
and the occasional human creature. After a while, a pattern emerged. I
saw an old man leave the path and go into the woods on what looked like a
deer trail. Later, another old guy did the same. And then I saw someone
coming back onto the walkway at the same spot, another older dude. He
glanced my way - furtively, I thought - before hurrying off in the
opposite direction.

Curious now, I decided to investigate. I found the trail easy to follow
as it meandered through some pretty dense woods that eventually thinned
as I neared a clearing. I stopped and listened; I thought I'd heard a
voice. Was that moaning I heard? I stepped forward cautiously and that's
when I saw one of the guys I had seen entering the trail - a tall, lanky
fellow in a recognizably loud Hawaiian shirt. What was he doing?

I stepped to the side, behind a tree, to get a better angle. It felt
sneaky, but I didn't want to be noticed. I'd heard another moan and it
was coming from somewhere else. And now I could see what the man was
doing. He was masturbating!

He was standing with his Hawaiian shirt unbuttoned and his pants open,
staring across the clearing with his cock in his hand. I could see him
stroking its evidently prodigious length. What was he looking at?

I stepped farther to my right, around the tree, and spied what he was
watching. It was another man facing in my direction with his pants around
his ankles. He too was masturbating. He was evidently the source of the
moaning; he moaned again as I watched. He was bending forward a little
and I saw that there was another guy behind him. Very close behind him.
He was fucking him! I could tell by the way they moved together that they
were fucking. Right there in the open! And they were letting the other
man watch them fuck. And they were watching him watch them as they
shamelessly copulated like rutting beasts.

I felt a flush of excitement. My dick was hard, straining in the confines
of my jeans. I had never seen anything like this and was surprised by my
visceral, erotic reaction. Gays, I thought. And the short guy is letting
the big guy fuck his ass! Why did that turn me on? Gay sex had never
interested me in the least.

But I found it fascinating! There was a look of utter bliss on the face
of the guy getting fucked - did it really feel that good? - and the one
fucking him was beginning to thrust more forcefully. He grunted as he
accelerated, making his partner moan even more. "Yes! Fuck me!" he said,
as he thrust his ass back at his assailant.

My dick certainly liked what I was seeing even if another part of me was
saying, 'This too weird. No, don't look.' But looking is exactly what I
wanted to do! I felt a tremendous attraction to all three of these guys,
old guys like me, pleasuring themselves in the open air. What harm could
there be in watching a couple of old fags fuck? And if Mr. Hawaiian shirt
could take out his cock, why shouldn't I?

I unzipped and pulled out my dick. The fresh air felt liberating. I
gripped it and stroked a little, but my pants were kind of in the way, so
I unbuckled and pushed them down to my knees. There, that's better, I
thought. My dick felt big, hard, and very demanding in my hand. My balls
felt heavy, in need of release. Every part of me was getting excited,
like I was a teenager again.

The Hawaiian shirt guy stopped jerking. Holding his pants up with his
left hand, he crossed the clearing to the copulating couple and took hold
of the smaller man's cock, pushing its owner's hand away. They just kept
on fucking. The little guy moaned again. Hawaiian shirt guy dropped his
pants and then dropped to his knees and lowered his head to take the cock
into his mouth.

I watched, stroking my dick with growing abandon as the guy in the middle
started babbling, "Oh! Oh, yeah! Suck it, baby! Yes, yes, fuck me!" and
the like in various combinations, culminating in, "Oh, I'm going to cum!
Yes! Fuck the cum out of me, daddy! Eat my cum, cocksucker! Fuck me! I'm
cumming! Fuuuuck!"

I was on the verge of cumming myself. Maybe that's why I didn't hear the
guy coming up behind me from the trail, until a twig snapped sharply
under his boot only a few feet away.

"Heyyy, buddy," he said in a deep, soft voice, "Let me help you with
that..."

I turned my head and saw a burly man wearing denim overalls without a
shirt. In the second or two before he had his arms around me, I noted his
bulk and his beard. He was about my height, but bigger in every other
dimension.

I'm pretty average: 5'10", 165 lbs, fairly trim and in shape, though not
athletic. I have a fringe of white hair and a full white beard trimmed
short and neat.

This new guy must have weighed 220. He had a round, protruding gut and
thick, muscular, hairy arms that reached around me and pulled me back
against his chest as he gripped my 6-inch boner and squeezed it. I felt
his belly press into the small of my back. His bushy red-grey beard
tickled my neck. The scent of his musky man-sweat enveloped me like a
warm blanket. I felt his hot breath in my ear; it smelled of cigar smoke.
"Yeah, buddy," he whispered huskily, "let me feel your cock!"

My dick erupted almost the moment he touched it, prodigiously; copious
amounts of cum spurted from my pulsating organ onto his fingers, into his
hand. He cupped his palm to catch as much as he could. My whole body was
quaking. I almost swooned; my new buddy held me tight, keeping me from
collapsing. "Yeah! Yeah! That's it, baby! Cum for your daddy!" His deep
voice resonated loudly in my ear as my vision blurred and my head swam.

A deep breath cleared my head quickly. I was still excited. He let go of
my softening cock, but it didn't go all the way down, nor would it for
some time. He brought his cum-covered hand to his lips and tasted it; I
heard the slurp; I heard the "Mmmm," humming in my ear. "Here, have
some," he said, putting his hand to my mouth. The smell of my cum,
although not completely foreign to me, had a novel aphrodisiacal effect
on me. Far from being repulsed as I would have expected, I licked his
hand greedily, gratefully, savoring the nutty flavor, my first taste of
cum, as I cleansed his palm and fingers with my lapping tongue.

"Oh, you like that," he said matter-of-factly. "You want some more,
hungry boy?" he asked. He turned me around to face him. It seemed
effortless on his part; I felt the strength in his burly arms. He pressed
me gently to my knees. The huge bulge down his left pantleg caught my eye
while he unbuttoned the straps of his bib and let his overalls fall to
the toes of his big black boots. He was naked underneath.

Impressions come quick. I was instantly aware of the hairiness of this
husky man. It was not just his chest, which was dense with grey hair, but
even his belly had a dusting of reddish-brown fuzz that grew thicker and
darker lower down, forming a rich jungle in his crotch where his big
balls nested and out of which, like a mighty oak, stood an enormously
thick trunk of a cock. It must have been seven or eight inches long with
a most impressive girth. It was uncut; its foreskin was stretched by its
full erect state, showing a beautiful, pink head peaking out, displaying
its little round piss-hole, which I suddenly desired to explore with the
tip of my tongue.

"I got some for you right here, little buddy," he said, taking the back
of my head gently in his big hands and pulling me into him. "Help
yourself."

I did. I leaned in and for the first time in my life I tasted cock. I
licked the little hole with a tentative jab and then swabbed the head
with a broad stroke of my tongue. The flavor of his cock-flesh combined
with the heavy musk of his groin's ball-sweat made my head swim with
lust. Who knew? I had no idea cocksucking could be so seductive! I wanted
this huge slab of man-meat in my mouth. I opened wide and slipped my lips
around the wide shaft, caressing the head with my receding tongue as I
made room, welcoming him in, filling my mouth with it, though it was only
a fraction of his big cock.

I felt a palpable joy: the knowledge that I could give this man pleasure.
I wanted to make him cum. Not, as he implied, because I liked the taste,
but because I wanted to please him, to pleasure him, to be the source of
immense satisfaction. This is what a cocksucker feels, I realized. I
wanted to be doing this, to be his cocksucker.

I sucked hard and I twirled my tongue all around that mouthful of hard
cock as I tried to take him deeper, choking a little while swallowing the
excess of saliva that flooded my mouth. I felt his precum oozing from the
opening and I tasted it: clean and smooth and delicious. I swallowed that
too.

He must have wanted to go deeper too, because he was helping me. He held
my head still as he pressed gently, firmly into me. I thought of the
sword-swallowers I had seen on the TV variety shows of my youth in the
60s. I relaxed my throat, a supreme act of will, willing him to take me,
to fill my throat with his massive girth. My throat spasmed as he pressed
through. My eyes watered, my nose ran, but I succeeded! He was all the
way in! My nose was pressed hard into his fragrant fur. His balls bumped
against my bearded chin. Breathing through my nose, I was filled with the
scent of him; his musk was almost as arousing as the stretching in my
throat and the firmness of the shaft against my stroking tongue as I
sucked him.

My own dick was as hard as his now. We were one, united in this ritual,
Man and Cunt. Yes, that's what I felt like, a cunt. It was exhilarating.
But it got better! He withdrew his shaft; the head popped back out of my
throat into my mouth, precum flowing where I could taste it again. Then
he pushed back in all the way. The friction at my constriction point no
longer made me want to gag. It was an erotic tremor that went straight to
my dick. And soon he was fucking me, thrusting in and out, long-cocking
my face like the pussy it had become.

My dick throbbed with every stroke of his manly thrusting in and out of
my throat. And when he came, my dick jumped - I almost came too. His
thrusting slowed down, and then, with one last lunge, he held my face to
his crotch and pumped his sperm deep into me, breeding my gullet. I felt
each pulse from my lips to my tonsils, shooting down the thick shaft,
injecting his seed into me and making me his. it was an amazing feeling.
And I just kept sucking...

When the pulsing stopped, my feeder pulled his cock out of the depths of
my gullet and its head popped through into my mouth again where my
continued sucking milked out the remains of his cum. I could taste it
now; It was subtly different from mine: a little stronger and saltier. I
swallowed it gratefully. I looked up into the man's eyes. He looked
pleased and satisfied. He reminded me of my grandfather, I suddenly
realized, although I guessed him to be a year or two younger then me. He
had made me feel like a child, a child in his care, dependent on him. I
hoped I looked as grateful as I felt. He had opened a whole new world to
me.

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