Hey guys, I just wanted to say this is the first time I ever posted a story like this, well a story in general haha. I’ve read many erotic stories before so I thought I would give it a try.

This is a fictional story; all events are purely in my head running wild, like horny little thoughts. I wanted the setting to feel more realistic and believable to the readers. To me, it’s more of a turn on knowing things like this could happen. I don’t know if I will add on to this or create more stories so just take it for what it is right now.

Enjoy!

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I really don’t want someone to live with me that I don’t know Jessie.

Come on Derick, it’s only temporary. Kris and I were originally supposed to get a place together, but I ended up taking a job in a different city. I feel bad that I’m ditching him. You have an extra room, plus it’ll be cheaper for you since he’ll help split everything with you.

I don’t even know him. I understand he’s your roommate but I never met him. You never spoken much about him either. This feels pretty sketch. Are you sure you aren’t trying to dump him on me to clear your conscience?

I wouldn’t do that! You know me! After all this time, do you really think I would do that to you? I promise you, you won’t regret it. Listen, I lived with him for a few years now. I honestly haven’t had any issues with him. Come on, don’t you want a Polish stud to live with you? He’s 26 and in his prime! You just turned 30, wouldn’t it be nice to have a younger man around?

Polish?

That’s what you got from what I said? Ha! He’s very Polish. He has that dirty blonde hair, beautiful light hazel eyes, a sexy accent and let’s just say he had a towel mishap after a shower and god damn! I was craving Polish sausage all day! All I could tell was that he was uncircumcised and despite being soft, he was still pretty large.

I chuckled and pointed at his crotch. Yeah, I can tell you’re going to miss him so why don’t you take him with you!

Oh whatever, you know you miss this dick!

When we dated sure, but now that we’re just friends, I’m not so turned on anymore. It did take us awhile to establish a friendship after we dated.

Yeah, I don’t blame you. I was a mess and my anxiety just overtook me. I wanted to commit and put a label on us but in the back of my head, I kept thinking what if I make the wrong decision or if I didn’t live up to your expectations. I just hate the uncertainty and you know that.

I smiled at him and gave off a soft chuckle. It’s in the past Jessie. We’re here now, friends and NOW you trying to pawn off your Polish sausage onto me. I laughed. Did you even bring this up to him?

That’s the thing, I ugh, said you would like to meet and see if you got along before deciding.

Wow, of course you would. Ugh! Does he even know I’m gay?

Yeah, he knows. He doesn’t care. He’s just happy to potentially have a place lined up. I did show him a picture of you. He asked if you were Hawaiian.

That’s what everyone thinks.

Have you seen yourself? You may not be Hawaiian but you are a Pacific Islander. You’re 6’1, jet black hair, have a darker skin tone, your shoulders are so freaking wide on top of being pretty well built for someone that doesn’t work out that much. You look like a younger version of Dwayne Johnson before he got huge. Well, your coconuts are still huge though.

Alright, now we are getting off topic, ya horn dog. WAITT! Oh my god…. This stud of yours is going to bring all his bang dates back to my place isn’t he!

Jessie laughs. No no no, he actually doesn’t do that. He told me he has this body image distortion of himself, that’s why he would rather work out, instead of trying to take girls home. I don’t know why, that man has a body of soccer player. It’s soo tight and toned. It’s fucken fantastic to look at when he parades the house in his underwear.

Just to clarify, he is straight, right?

Yeah, as far as I know.

I stare at Jessie for a little bit then finally let out a sigh. Fine…. I guess I can meet him. It would be nice to be able to save some money for a vacation.

YES! I’ll let him know. He doesn’t have work today so I’ll tell him to stop on by right now.

Yeah that’s fine. It’s not like I had anything else to do today.

Jessie and I are in the backyard, relaxing in some lawn chairs and chatting. I notice a figure out of the corner of my eye walking towards the backyard and I look over. I smile as I eye him up. His hair is actually quite long, shoulder length. I’m not one to find longer hair as attractive but to each their own. He’s just as Jessie describes. He’s about 6 foot, his skin just kissed by the sun, scruff for facial hair as if he went a day or two without shaving. He gets closer for a handshake and I notice his eyes are actually really beautiful. When the sun hits them, it really makes that hazel pop out and it’s very entrancing. His clothes are pretty fit. You can tell his body is slim but toned through them. He reaches out his hand and you can tell he’s a very easy going guy as he has a warm inviting smile. He’s attractive, there’s no doubt about that but at least it doesn’t have an effect on me. That’s good because now I won’t be some cock hungry fiend lusting over him. A few hours go by and it’s decided that Kris and I will get along pretty well. He intends to move in, in a few months.

Kris now lives with me and it’s been just a month together so far. I’ll tell you what. I forgot how clueless guys can be when it came to cleaning up after yourselves. I mean, who chops up a watermelon on the bare kitchen counter and uses a dry paper towel to clean it up? He can’t even wash dishes properly. I keep finding food particles on the ones he “washed”. Not to mention that he has some serious body odor after working out. I don’t think the Polish know about deodorant. It’s so potent that when he passes through the kitchen to go shower, It lingers for a bit as it waits to catch some poor soul off guard. Man, this has only been a month and it sucks. I miss living by myself already.

Month two comes along and Kris walks into the house sporting a tank top and a new haircut. The sight in front of me made me stare without realizing. He’s sporting the fade on the sides with a little longer top which compliments him very well. The more I’m eyeing him up, the more my dick starts to wake up. Fuck me, why am I finding him attractive after a haircut? Am I really that shallow? Damn you dick! After gaining my composure, I compliment Kris and how he looks really good. He just smiles and says thank you. It was cute how his eyes lit up when I said that. Kind of looks like a puppy liking the attention. After a little chit chat, I then addressed some issues about his cleaning habits. He apologized and said he’s always in a rush to go do something or be somewhere that he didn’t realize he’s being a slob. He genuinely was apologizing so it was all good. I’m really not that big of a clean freak but I mean, you should have some standards to hygiene. I left out his body odor issue, didn’t feel like putting him down even more. I can just deal with that and try to get used to it. Anyways, Kris and I get along pretty well. He’s so friendly and social that it’s hard to not like this guy. I’m starting to enjoy having him around more and more. It’s nice to have someone to fill the time when there’s nothing going on at the house.

Month three comes along and I notice a weird smell emanating from somewhere. It seemed to be coming from Kris’s room. He wasn’t home so I opened his bedroom door to inspect and bam! I get smacked in the face with his man scent that’s been trapped behind those doors. As the smell was attacking my senses, I could see some clothes scattered on the floor along with a small pile in the corner. As I’m breathing in, I realize that this doesn’t smell bad at all. It’s still the same smell but I’m processing it differently. I don’t know why, but the musk from his sweaty work out clothes smell good. God, what’s happening to me? Why do I think this smells good? Why is my dick getting hard!?

I close the door immediately and go to my room. I just need to distract myself. I’m probably just horny since I haven’t jerked off in awhile. Ugh, who’s calling me?

Jessie called and we talked on the phone for a few hours as we catch up on how his move went and how the new city he’s in is. I definitely didn’t bring up that I got turned on by Kris’s man stench from his bedroom, god no! After hanging up with him, I could hear Kris roaming about. I open the door and greet him.

What’s up Kris?

Oh hey! I’m just grabbing some things. I’m going to be out of town for the weekend. Going to visit the fam since it’s been awhile.

Oh that’s cool. Hope you have a good time. Drive safe and I’ll see you Sunday?

Yeah, I’ll be pretty late Sunday so don’t wait up.

Haha, alright I won’t.

After Kris left, it was already late so I was went to go brush my teeth and take out my contacts. I decided to just go lay in bed and try to sleep. I did say “try”, but as I lay in bed, for some reason I could smell Kris’s room. I know I’m not actually smelling his scent. It’s all in my head but for some reason, when I close my eyes and breathe in, I can just visualize and smell his room. My dick is quickly reacting to what I’m doing. I turn over onto my stomach and put my face into my pillow to get out of my head. I took a slow breath in and fuuuuuuck! I’m just picturing myself on his bed now. I’m slowing humping my bed as a picture of Kris is in my head. Fuuuuuuck! My sense of smell is driving me crazy. It’s telling me that what I desire is behind closed doors. I’m trying to not give into my impulses and march right into his room but this is agony. The fact that he’s gone and all I want to do is bask in his musky aroma right now is pushing me over the edge. I’m getting soo fucken horny that it’s starting to feel primal. I start to clench onto my bedding, shove my face further into the pillow, I have a serious urge to bite down on something or someone. I then picture Kris on the bed laying on his stomach. I’m laying right on top of him, holding his hands above his head, my legs straddling over his, my chest pushed into his back, run my hand through his hair right before grabbing it and pulling it backward, exposing his neck where I then go for the kill! I go for his neck and bite down. I then relieve the pressure to have my soft lips greet his skin. My tongue swirls within my mouth onto his neck where my mouth is. I can imagine tasting his sweaty skin from a work out. I run my tongue down the side of his neck and up to his ear. He feels the warmth of my breath enter inside his ear sending shivers down his body. My grip on his hair doesn’t loosen. I own him, he’s mine, his body is mine and I’m going to take pleasure owning rights to his body. This overwhelming feeling taking over my body is uncontrollable! Fuck me!

I get out of bed and head to his room. I open up his door and I’m greeted by his scent which has been left brewing since the door has been closed all day. I look around and I see his workout clothes that he wore from the gym earlier. I’m practically drooling. I’ve never had an inkling to do this in my life but I know right in this very moment, I need this now! My dick is pulsating so hard, it hurts. It’s leaking so much, that it’s hard to believe that it’s me. I’m not even thinking anymore. My body is reacting on instinct. Before I knew it, I rifled through his gym clothes and had grabbed his briefs. I have his pair of black briefs in my hand and I could see the stretch in the fabric that his cock and balls filled. I hold his briefs in one hand where the outside of the crotch area is in my hand and the inside is now exposed. I bring it to my face slowly, unsure what’s to come. I take a hesitant whiff and just like electricity surging through my body, I instantly shoved them into my face as I inhaled deeply through my nose. OH MY FUCKEN GOD! I can’t describe it! How did this odor that once repulse me turn me this pervert!? I don’t fucken care! Just knowing that his sweaty cock and balls that were once in these briefs is now pushed into my face is making me go insane. His man musk that I’m religiously inhaling is bringing me into ecstasy. I’m rubbing his scent all over my face and I’m loving it.

I strip down to nothing and jump onto his bed. I turn face first into his bed so I can smell him even more. God he smells so fucken delicious! My senses are taking over me and I have no control. I have never seen this side of me and I can’t stop. I will not stop. I notice he has his nightstand ajar and I could see something that looked like a toy. I open the drawer and it’s one of those vibrating wands. I never used one of these before but I would see them in porn all the time. I wanted to know what all the hype is so I figured I would use it on my dick like he does his. Before I turn on the wand, I decide to go check out his pile of clothes again. I notice a pair of briefs tossed to the side of the room so I go grab them. This time they are navy blue. If I recall, Kris was wearing these right before he got ready to leave for his fams. Jackpot! I jump onto the bed and I go to open his briefs up to smell his crotch. Holy shit! Am I in heaven? Kris blew his load in these! NOOOOO! I CAN’T! Am I really that depraved that I want to taste his cum? It’s still soo fresh! You can tell it was a huge load, too much for the underwear to soak up and now it just puddles. There’s no turning back from this. I put them close to my face and I can smell his cum more and more as it gets closer to my face. I don’t know why but I really want to taste it. GOD DAMNIT KRIS! WHY!? HOW!? WHEN DID I GET ADDICTED TO YOU!? I took a big whiff and ughhhhhhh, I involuntarily stuck my tongue out and ran it through his thick creamy load. This was the most amazing thing I ever put in my mouth. My taste buds were shocked to to oblivion. My mouth is just watering, craving more. I take another lick into his fresh load. After doing so, I turned on the wand and took his sweaty gym briefs and shoved them in my face. I put the wand on my dick and a whole new sensation overtook over my body. WHAT IS THIS FEELING!? The vibration on my dick feels sooo fucken good! I’m precumming soo much that it’s getting all over the wand making it nice and slick for my dick. My dick, 7 inches, feels like a deadly weapon. It’s so solid that it feels like I can knock someone out with it. It needs a release so badly.

I can see the precum slowly slide down the side of beautiful brown cock. I’m circumsized, my dick doesn’t curve, when I fuck with it, it goes right for the kill, hitting the g-spot with every thrust. I took a whiff of the briefs again, feels like a high and then I place the wand underneath the head of my cock. Not even a minute goes by. HOW AM I ALREADY CLOSE TO CUMMING!?!?! Wtf!? The vibrations feel soooooo fucken good! I’m going to cum if I don’t pull it off! FUCK! It feels soo good that I can’t force myself to remove it. I then switch to his cum filled briefs and take another giant lick from his cum! I place the briefs on my dick and then put the vibrator over them so I can blow my load in it. I grab his sweaty gym briefs again and I shoved them so hard onto my face so that it was the only thing I could smell. I pictured Kris straddling my face right now, his manhood dangling onto my face. He’s slapping me with that meaty dick of his. It’s so thick and heavy that you hear a thud hitting my cheeks. Forehead, every where he whacks me with it. I can feel myself getting closer to cumming. I instantly just imagine his balls shoved onto my face, my mouth opening and tongue running all across them. I keep inhaling his sweaty used briefs and felt myself on the verge of exploding. My imagination runs wild. My face is now shoved into his balls and that glorious taint of his! GOD FUCKEN DAMNIT! I keep inhaling so deeply that it feels as if I’m truly nuzzled into his taint right now. It smells soo fucken good! His balls just resting on my face as he’s riding my tongue back and forth. I imagine sticking my tongue out so he can feel my tongue brush against his hole as his sweaty taint mashes into my face. HOLY SHIT! I’M FUCKEN GONNA CUM! My mind changes up the scenario. As I’m about to cum, Kris’s hairy pits came into play. I can feel the warmth radiating from them. He shoves my face into his sweaty pits and I’m breathing it all in. His man scent, my prize, it’s what started all this. It’s going to damn well be what finishes me off. I’m a fucken filthy pervert but I can only accept this new side of me. OH FUCK! I’M FUCKEN CUMMING! FUCKEN SHIIIIT! KRIIIIISSSSS! SHOVE THOSE FUCKEN SWEATY PITS IN MY FACE!!!!! The orgasm I felt was so intense my body seized up as load after load shot into Kris’s already cummed up underwear. By the time I’m finally cumming, I was out of breath and my heart pounding so fast. God damn, that was the most amazing feeling ever. 5 minutes go by and I finally decide to get up. I didn’t realize I actually worked up a sweat. Ugh, this bed actually has a sweat spot from me. Good! I hope he smells me now! I wipe off the wand to leave no evidence and place it back in his drawer. I put his clothes back the way I found them besides the extra treat I left in his undies. I grab my clothes and head to the shower. As I’m walking, I realize that this isn’t going to be the last time I become such a filthy whore. I just can’t believe that I’m now addicted to this man’s stench. I really hope he gets so horny that he wants to use and abuse me. I can only pray.

Sunday comes around, Kris comes home.

Hey Kris! How was your weekend?

Oh, it was a blast! It was nice seeing everyone again. I should really make more trips out there.

Haha, yeah, you really should! It’s nice having alone time here every now and then.

Did you do anything fun?

Me? Nah, I just enjoyed some alone time is all.

Well, don’t get too familiar with all that lonesome fun. You and I should really go out and have some drinks sometime! Get wasted! Have some roommate bonding time! I really don’t know you that well.

Yeah? That sounds like a blast! I can’t risk you learning too much about me so let’s not get carried away haha.

Whatever dude! I want to get to know you inside and out! We'll have a lot of fun!

My dick twitches after hearing that.. Fuck…. Me….. I’m soo fucken screwed.

Yeah, same here. I want to discover more about you as well………

[True]
Taking clients out for drinks is the most tedious thing I can imagine. Having to get drunk with people you only associate with because they pay your Agency a fee is not my idea of a good time. But a job is a job - so a few Thursdays ago that's what I did.

We took four clients out - 3 woman and an older gentlemen. Nothing to get my cock stirring. We were 3 people. Myself, my boss and a my direct report - a girl. Nothing to get my cock stirring again. We decided to take them to some swanky bar midtown and met up with them at 6:30.

The night started unremarkably as expected. The bar was semi-crowded, we began some small talk, my boss thankfully monopolized the conversation with some dull observations about politics and work. I just smiled and acted interested.

It was then that our waiter came by. A beautiful specimen. Blonde, crystal blue eyes, chiseled chin, his white shirt hugging his chest tightly so I could see the nice definition of his pecs. He was wearing dark pants with pleats so they naturally tented the front of his crotch setting my imagination wild. His looks were a beautiful compliment to my Hispanic features. Me being, brown-haired, brown eyed and beefy (not fat) in build.

He gave us the rundown of drink specials and my boss was showing off his "knowledge" of alcohol by asking him questions. The waiter, who was standing opposite from me next to my boss caught me rolling my eyes and smirking and stifled a small giggle. I realized that I needed to be more careful with my expressions.

The waiter than walked over to me. "And you, what would you like?"

He said it low enough so only I could hear. I looked around the table and saw that the conversation had resumed and everyone was paying attention to my boss. It was a bizarre scene as if I the waiter and I were the only ones in the room. I responded, "Surprise me."

He smiled back at me and walked away. A few minutes later he brought the drinks. My drink was in a metal cup and tasted like ginger ale. Quite delicious. So he brought me a couple more.

After the third drink he came by again and asked us how we were all doing. Everyone ordered another round. I stood up and announced that i was heading to the restroom and was going to make a phone call. No one cared.

I walked behind the waiter, brushed him gently, and asked for the restroom.

"There are two. One across the lobby, but a smaller one downstairs. I would recommend the one downstairs."

I took his recommendation.

I slowly made my way to the stairwell and reached the bottom floor. There was not much there, a kitchen to the right and a storage area to the left. I walked down the corridor and reached the restroom. As I reached the door, I heard footsteps behind me and glanced back to see my waiter. He smiled when he saw me.

I entered the restroom. It was tiny. It had a urinal and a toilet. I approached the urinal, pulled out my cock and began to pee.

He entered and walked up the sink next the urinal. He reached back and locked the door.

I finished peeing which was getting harder to do, because I was getting harder. He looked over at me and said "Don't put it away. I want my tip."

He sat on the toilet and motioned me to come over. I walked over and he ravenously grabbed my uncut cock and began to devour it. His mouth expertly wrapped around my cock head and would eventually slide down my shaft down to the base until I felt the tip of my cock in his throat. I glanced past my cock and saw that he had pulled his cock out of his pants and was stroking his nice pink cock.

After a few minutes I heard him grimace and his body convulsed while he began to shoot - he cupped his other hand and caught his cum as it shot out. He then took that hand and slathered my cock with his cum and continued to suck. That put me over the edge and I began to shoot my endless load in his mouth. He slurped it up and sucked my cock dry.

He looked at me and smiled. I just bent over and kissed him gently on the lips. He said, "Too bad we don't more time."

I said, "I'm sorry, I hope you don't get in trouble."

He smiled, "Don't worry. My friend Gregorios is covering for me. He knows what I'm up to."

I did end up enjoying the rest of my evening. Luckily for me, my very efficient waiter took me home that night for a nightcap.

[Please see my post at the end of the Size Academy thread; this is my attempt at continuing Alysen's wonderful story. If you haven't read her posts on this forum, please do. You won't regret it. Later, I hope to introduce some new themes and new players, but the basic scenario remains the same.]

So Tiffany passed her final exam with Jason and became a full member of his ‘harem’.

That first fuck was one that none of those who had the privilege of witnessing it will ever forget: when Jason finally came, sprawled triumphantly and heavily on Tiffany’s exhausted body, it was one of the longest and most violent cums I had ever seen him produce. He yelled as he came, over and over again, ‘FUUUUCK!’ … ‘FUUUUCK!’ … ‘FUUUUCK!’. I had never before seen him enter so fully into his triumph.

Once, when I had pressed him, he had told me just a little of what a really powerful orgasm meant to him. He said he would feel his shaft surge forward to its absolute maximum length, his cockhead swell up to bursting point, and that this was the moment when he felt a massive compulsion to ram as far in as he could possibly reach, grabbing his partner and pulling her back mercilessly into the force of his still deeper penetration. He had said each great rope of semen hurt his distended cum tube as it forced its way up to his slit. Sure enough, today it was obvious that his tremendous ejaculation didn’t come without a cost to him in terms of pain and urgency. What it must be doing to Tiffany, however, was of another order. She was utterly spent.

When he had finished cumming, Jason’s shouts died down. He lay there, not moving, as exhausted as Tiffany, who was making little moaning noises to herself, as she waited for the colossal invader to withdraw at last. But Jason made no move. He was letting his cock take its full enjoyment in being where it wanted to be and demanded to be—driven up to the hilt in the overstretched pussy of his beautiful new conquest, revelling in the knowledge that no other cock could give her an experience like this.

And why shouldn’t it stay there? After all, getting there, winning its way in inch by inch, had taken so much patience and so much effort, and it had taken a very long time—probably an hour or even two, though we had been so focused on Jason through all the stages of his laborious penetration that we hadn’t noticed how much time had elapsed. Why shouldn’t Jason’s magnificent conquering dick not enjoy the luxury of its victory and remain where it was for as long as it wished, rammed into Tiffany’s beautiful soft flesh right to its very hilt?


We watched, waiting for him to withdraw, fully expecting him to tell us that he needed to eat, or to sleep for a few hours. But he stayed still, letting his full weight rest on Tiffany, who must have been in a lot of pain.
At last Jason did begin to stir, and as he struggled onto his knees he began to pull his monstrous cock out of Tiffany’s poor overmatched cunt, which began to make loud wet suction noises as he withdrew. I could see that wads of viscous semen were leaking all over the bed sheet.


I waited until I could get a proper sight of Jason’s spent cock, as it emerged inch by inch into the light of day. Perhaps even more than the spectacle it made in its fullest and proudest erection, I loved to see it and fondle it just after a massive climax; when it would be losing its rigidity a little, but still massively swollen, still leaking cum, looking totally, luxuriously satisfied, arrogant in its own pleasure, the image of full contentment.

But this time, we got a surprise—instead of the familiar post-fuck sight of Jason’s tired heavy soft cock, streaked with blood and cum and sweat, pulling out after another victory, ready for its well-earned rest, we could see that it was still fully erect. When he had pulled only three or four inches out I could already see that it seemed to have swollen up still thicker—if that were possible!—than before.


Granted, the blood and the cum and the sweat were coating it as always, but however exhausted Jason was, his cock clearly was still fully and magnificently awake.

He drew out about six inches, very slowly. Then he stopped, while we gazed again at the size, the impossible thickness, the crazy maze of veins swollen even more insanely than before, the whole flushed the darkest red I had ever seen it. Then he resumed, pulling, oh so slowly, another two inches out of Tiffany’s tortured pussy.


Then he waited. No one could say anything, we were just staring at the point where their bodies met, wondering what he was thinking.

Please let me know what you think of this story- any and all feedback, grammatical and otherwise, is greatly appreciated....





“I think we're ready to go. How about you?”

Glen yelled his question in Mark's ear, forced to raise his voice over the loud thumping dance music of the bar.

“Sure. Let's get out of here.”

Glen tapped Marilyn's shoulder to get her attention and motioned with his head that they were leaving. The three of them made their way through the gyrating throng of people out into the cold winter's night.

“You wanna get a cab with us, Mark? We have more drinks at our place.” Glen had his arm around Marilyn's shoulders as they hunched against the freezing cold winds.

"Yea sure. I have to take a piss really bad though.”

“Just go use the bathroom inside,” Glen suggested.

“Nah, it's too packed man. I'm just gonna go over here.” Mark pointed towards a chain link fence that met with it's adjacent building to create a small, dark nook that was set off from the street.

Mark typically tried not to urinate in public. He always worried about pedestrians or police officers showing up and making it awkward. However his bladder was full with a long night's drinking and the cold weather wasn't helping to hold it in. He walked briskly to the enclave and unzipped.

“Mark! Mark! We got a taxi!” Marilyn was calling his name loudly. She was a little tipsy and was putting more urgency in her voice than was necessary.

“That was quick” Mark thought, desperately trying to shake out the last of his stream so he didn't get urine on his underwear.

“Mark, c'mon!” Marilyn shouted again. Mark turned toward Marilyn's voice to let her know he would just need half a minute more when he realized that she was standing much closer than he'd thought, his ears still humming from the bar's loudspeakers.

Marilyn's eyes went directly to Mark's crotch where she could plainly see the beefstick he held in his hand, still sputtering piss on the brick wall of the building and, consequently, the sidewalk. Mark watched as her eyes grew wide, her mouth agape.

“Just hold on for a sec. I'll be right there.” Mark was saying this to Marilyn but he could tell something else had her attention. Normally he would have felt embarrassed but with Marilyn, since he knew her so well, he didn't consider it such a big deal.

“She was probably going to see it at some point.” Mark ruminated happily.

Marilyn shook her head a little bit, as if coming out of a reverie.

“Yea, ok. He's right on the corner. Hurry up!” With one last glance at Mark's glans Marilyn turned and walked swiftly to the cab where her boyfriend Glen was waiting. Glen, who'd had more drinks than any of them, had been carrying on drunkenly with the cabbie and was completely unaware of what Marilyn had just seen.

Mark finally finished up, frantically stuffing his penis back into his pants, and joined the other two in the cab, Marilyn sitting between the two boys.

“So, back to our place?” Glen ventured.

“Umm. What time is it?” Mark was debating whether he really wanted to continue partying or enjoy the warmth of his bed on this frigid night.

“Oh, just come back with us- we have a ton of food and drinks. And we have a ton of weed!” Marilyn urged, knowing that the prospect of marijuana would prove too strong an enticement for Mark to pass up.

“Ok! Let's do it!" Mark was feeling rejuvenated by the knowledge he would soon have a fat joint in his hand as Marilyn gave the cab driver their address.

The back of the cab was dark, save for a television monitor built into the back of the passenger seat that played commercials and local news on a loop. The three friends were quiet, watching out their windows as they drove through midnight in Brooklyn.

Bzzzzzzz. Mark felt his cellphone vibrate in his pocket. He pulled it out and saw that Marilyn had texted him. He turned, confused, to look at his friends. Glen had fallen asleep with his head against the window while Marilyn had seemingly done the same, her head resting on her boyfriend's shoulder. It was too dark to see if her eyes were open and he didn't feel like trying to find out. Instead he clicked on the message fully expecting to delete whatever gibberish had been sent by Marilyn's butt dial.

“I want your cock.”

Mark stared in disbelief at the small bright screen. After a minute he turned to look at the couple again but nothing had changed. They were still snuggling together and somehow able to seem far away on the other side of the mid-size sedan. Mark didn't know what else to do besides delete and ignore it. If it was a joke he didn't feel like playing along.

Bzzzzzzzz. Mark looked at his phone that he hadn't yet returned to his pocket. Another text from Marilyn.

“I've never seen a dong so big. And it was so floppy!”

Mark turned his head quickly expecting to find Marilyn and Glen laughing at him. Nothing had changed though as the couple still looked sound asleep. Mark leaned forward to see if he could glimpse their hands. By the light of the passing streetlamps he saw both of Glen's hands resting on his thighs. Marilyn's hands, however, seemed to be shoved deep into the pockets of her heavy down coat as she nestled with Glen.

“What the fuck?” thought Mark. “This is weird.”

As he looked out the cab window trying to make sense of the crude texts he heard a quiet rustling sound. A few seconds later he realized the sound had been Marilyn's hand emerging from her nylon pocket as he felt her walk her fingers across his thigh. Mark turned to look and see, again, if this was all a joke being played on him by his friends. What he saw was funny but certainly no joke: Marilyn, still pretending to be asleep with her head resting on her lover while she extended her left arm, trying to reach Mark's fly.

After a long day, I was ready to get home, take off my shirt and tie, grab a beer and just fall asleep in front of a tv. I hit send on my last e-mail and headed for the subway at around 7:30.

The subway station was scattered with all types of people. The stairwell at my destination subway station is by the last car so I waited patiently for the train to come. I loosened the neck of my tie and looked out for the train to see if it was coming when someone caught my eye. Actually it was that feeling that I was being looked at that caught my eye so when I looked in that direction I was shocked to see that the person staring at me was a nice looking guy.

Nice looking as in 20 something, piercing blue eyes, short buzz cut hair, slim-ish build. He was wearing an untucked t-shirt and jeans. Our eyes connected but we heard the train coming so we both looked away.

We both got onto the subway car and no seats were available and there was a somewhat dense throng of people. I found a spot leaning against the subway door while he situated himself holding on to one of the middle poles. There was an older gentlemen in between us, but as we were both taller than him, we were still able to see each other's faces. I was also lucky enough to have a view of the bulge in his jeans.

At this point I wasn't exactly sure if we were really connecting yet so I made it a point to hold his gaze next time he looked at me. He didn't turn away and threw me a smirk. He then lowered his gaze down my body and widened his smile. I made sure that he saw my eyes lower to his crotch area. He then casually put his loose hand in his jean pocket and "casually" adjusted himself. It was quick (as to not to garner the wrong attention) but I noticed it. So we reached the next station and when the doors opened and people were about to get in, I walked around the older gentlemen and held on to the same pole he was holding on to. There was a nice throng of people around us holding on to the overheads, but he and I were the only ones on this pole.

So I lowered my hand on the pole so it was at crotch level and he stood close to the pole so I could feel the bulge on his crotch through his jeans. My heart was racing as the risk of the moment had me on excitement overdrive. He then pulled away and then lowered his hand, so I returned the favor. He was a bit bolder as he squeezed my crotch quickly through my pants.

The announcer came on as we were approaching the next stop and announced the next station. He began to walk to the door and looked back at me. This was not my stop, but I couldn't let this end here. When the doors opened he stepped out and looked over at me, so I rushed off the train.

On the platform I walked next to him and he says to me "I know a place we could go." I said nothing as I just am captivated by his icy blue eyes and that bulging crotch.

He leads me to a hotel lobby toward the restroom on the second floor. The restroom has stalls that have doors that go all the way to the floor. No one's in the restroom so he walks into one stall and I follow him in. He locks the door and then quickly turns around and brings his lips up to mine. We begin to make out like mad, our tongues licking each other's mouths passionately. He's rubbing my chest through my shirt and unbuttons my shirt behind my tie and whispers in my ear "your chest is so hot". He reaches inside my shirt and begins to pinch my nipples while we are kissing. I am leaning against the wall so he's in total control and I'm fine with it.

He grabs my hand and puts it on the front of his jeans and his cock is rock hard. And it feels huge. My head is going nuts with passion as he takes his tongue and starts licking my nipples. My own cock is tenting my pants. He pulls my shirt opens and out of my pants without taking off my tie and unbuckles my belt. He unzips my pants and then pulls down my boxers. My cock is at full mast and he says "awesome uncut!" and pulls my foreskin back before wrapping his mouth around my meat. He cups my balls and then pulls my foreskin over my head and sticks his tongue inside my foreskin. I am going mad. He then proceeds to jerk me off quickly with my cock head in his mouth and his tongue massaging the bottom of my cock head. I feel that I'm about to cum and I whisper it, but he just goes faster so I shoot my load into his mouth. It feels like it shoot forever. He then stands up and begins to kiss me with my load his mouth. He sits me down on the toilet and then seductively pulls his belt opens and unbuttons his jeans. He is wearing briefs and I can see the outline of his cock already. He pulls them down and out comes a mammoth cock. Potentially 9 inches, it curves slightly up.

My eyes are transfixed on this beauty , he takes a step towards me and then waves it in front of my face. He pushes me back so I'm leaning against the toilet back - he straddles my hips and starts rubbing his cock against my nipples. My cock gets rock hard again. He takes a step back and guides his cock into my mouth.

Sucking his cock was heaven. He let me deep throat him a couple of times (as I just learned this technique) and he loved it. He continued to fuck my mouth while rubbing the top of my head. He then began to breath heavily and i knew I was going to get my reward- and I did. His cum shot directly down my throat and he pulled out in the midst of cumming so some of the cum shot on my chin and chest. He squeezes the rest out his cock head and then puts it in his mouth. He then licks the cum that's on my chest and chin and then wraps his lips around my hard cock. I feel him squishing his cum in his mouth around my cock as he sucks. He rubs and squeezes my balls urging me to cum again and then I felt it coming again. But this time he wants to see me shoot so he pulls his mouth off of my cock as I shoot my load and it flies on my stomach and down his fist. He begins to lick his fist and my stomach clean and puts his mouth on my spent cock.

We begin to kiss passionately and he whispers in my ear. Next time I see you on the train, I'm going to fuck you.

Unfortunately I have not seen him since.

I arrived again around 22pm walked the paths at first was pretty quite, not many cruisers, some Arab guy on a step with a hoodie over his head was cruising me, so i went in the bush, got to the fallen logs, they guy was behind me, i got in position face down ass up, he came behind me & fished his semi hard cut cock out, he asked me for some poppers, so i shared them with him, he was jerking his cock, getting it hard & ready for my hole, i perked up my bottom for him & he lined up & fucked me for 5 mins, he held me closer at one stage & started to unload deep in my guts. Felt good the 1st fuck of the night, had my sticky swimmers planted in deep too, when he was done, he thanked me & moved off with his step.

Later on i saw another fucker from a few weeks back, a bit nerdy but always a nice fuck, when he saw me, he said hello & i said wanna fuck me, he said yep that's why i came, we went to the fallen logs, i got in position & for the next 15mins he fucked me deep & on the end he pumped me full of cum too.

After that we had a little chat & parted ways, till next time.

I decided to take a break on the bench, there i saw the Turk who has fucked me before, so i asked him if he wanted to fuck, he did & we went again to the fallen logs, he came behind me & fucked me for a good 10mins, he pumped 1 x times full of cum but just kept fucking me. After a while, i needed a break my knees on the logs was giving me hell, so i said lets fuck later.

Walked around some more & went back in the bush, 3 guys were having a circle jerk, i went over to them in the dark, i started sucking one guy, his cock was getting rock hard, i turned around & guided his cock to my wet cummy ass, he was soon pushing inside & fucking me, not much later & he held my waist & was pumping me full of more cum in the dark.

After all that i decided to call it a night, till next time, when i got home it was 02:20am.

Barry and I were old friends. We’d met in high school, and drifted apart a bit in high school, only to mutually discover our attraction to boys in our sophomore year. He went to college out west, and I went out east, and once again we drifted apart only to be reconnected again in our late twenties after a mutual friend’s wedding.

And in all that time, I’d never acted on the crush I’d had since day one.

Barry, back in school, had been a husky boy, which is a kind way of saying he was chubby and out of shape. I, however, was skinny and out of shape, being the sort of naturally lean kid whose shape owed more to genetics and an aggressive metabolism than to any effort on my part.

But college had changed both of us. For my part, I had been persuaded to put in a little time at the gym by a roommate, and had managed to finally pack on a few pounds of lean muscle. It took a while, but I finally filled out enough to look less like a refugee from North Scrawnistan and more like, well, I suppose a track or cycling or swimming sort of jock. Which was funny because I hated running and was hopeless on a bike.

Barry, however, had gone the opposite route at first, putting on double the usual freshman fifteen, and then some. And then he spent a summer building houses and all that flab converted to bulky muscle. He wouldn’t be picked to model underwear packages any more than I would, but he got strong and solid, and stayed that way with relatively little effort afterwards.

All of which we mutually discovered about four months after graduation when we found ourselves back in our sleepy little home town for a party.



“Ty? Is that you, man?”

I hadn’t heard his voice in over two years, though we had texted a few times for birthday and Christmas wishes. I spun round.

“Barry? Damn, you look good!”

“Look who’s talking! You finally put a little meat on those bones!”

The big lug went in for the hug, and I gladly obliged. It was a good hug, sincere and comfortable, and I was oddly reluctant to let it go.

Barry had to be 220-240 pounds, which is a lot for someone who is only 5’7. But his bulky build wasn't flabby these days, it was solid, and he’d sprouted a fair bit of hair on his arms and sticking out of his shirt collar. He looked bearish, in a white button down camp shirt. It suited him.

As for myself, at 6'3” or so, I was about 180, and if I’m honest, looked like a very tall twink who was just starting on his way to being a twunk. I was wearing a tight shirt and skinny jeans, and with my spiky brown hair, I’d been favorably compared to the guy from Doctor Who, if he got hired by Marvel. In fact I had chosen this particular shirt because my pecs were finally coming along and I liked the way they stretched the material — and because it was snug enough to show my abs.

Though we were surrounded by people we had gone to school with, it felt like we were alone as we eagerly caught up. I think we probably annoyed our host by basically ignoring her party, but it was always so effortless to talk with Barry.

Eventually the party wound down and we ended up a few blocks away at the sole all night diner, nursing a couple beers and letting the discussion wander through the 20 years we had mostly in common.

And then, because we were buzzed and feeling nostalgic, we ended up going back to the hotel, and chatting in my room until entirely too late. The bottle of Jameson’s we grabbed from the bar was likely a factor.

Seriously, I was never one of those guys staying up until 2am. Sensibly asleep by 11 was my preference. But there it was, 230am, and we were still finding excuses to keep the vibe going…right up until I stifled a long suppressed and very dramatic yawn.

“Sorry, man, it’s not the company, I swear!”

“Fuck, it’s late, isn’t it? I can’t remember the last time I had this much to drink,” Barry said. He wasn’t alone, I thought, spying the quarter bottle of whiskey we had not yet finished off.

“You can crash here, if you want,” I offered, gesturing at the second bed.

“Damn, I might have to. I am going to have enough trouble getting to the bathroom.”

I shucked my pants and crawled into one of the beds, and knew I didn’t have much time before I passed out. Which is when I felt him crawl under the covers — of my bed.

“Um,” I said, bleary eyed.

“Dude, don’t over think it. I missed you, man.”

“I missed you too.”

“Nah, I mean…” he pulled me closer, and I could feel his boozy breath in my ear. “I mean, really missed you. I fucking love you, bro.”

“Uhhh..”

“Just…. Just tell me for real. Did you ever think about fooling around?”

Oh shit.

“Because I did. And it scared me, back in school. Then in college, I figured some things out. Important things.”

I was silent, and terrified.

“I really liked you, bro. And I figured out why. So I gotta know if you ever felt the slightest—“

I was kissing him before he finished the sentence.



Unfortunately, whiskey dick is a reality. But fortunately, what we were feeling for each other I was not just horny lust. We made out very aggressively, and we hugged. It was all rather sweet, but inebriated exhaustion doesn’t lend itself to passionate frottage or bed based acrobatics. There was a bit of giddy giggling and some blurry eyed intense eye contact.

Then I needed to get up and pee, and then he did.

“Fucking beer tax,” he groused.

“Probably for the best, I’m too tired to do much more tonight,” I replied.

“Or too trunk. I mean drunk.”

“Yeah. Up for more cuddling though.”

He snuggled up against me in the little spoon position. “Don’t read too much into this, I’m just kind of cold,” he laughed.

“Heh.” I wrapped my longer arms around him, enjoying the warmth and the scent of my long-time friend, and the feeling of his well padded muscles. “You know, you got pretty solid.”

“Yeah? I hate it, man. I was hoping to lose the flab, but at least there’s some muscle under it.”

“Lucky. I can’t seem to add any mass.”

“You’re kidding, right? Lanky boy. You look great.”

“I would rather be bulky and a little chubby over that kind of muscle.”

“Dude, you have visible abs. Shut the hell up,” he said.

“I’m serious.”

“Pity we can’t just trade a little.”

“I’m game if you are,” I said, nearly asleep already.

“You got it,” he agreed, and then snuggled back into me.



****

“Hey.”

I knew that voice.

“Dude, wake up,” it said. Sounded like Barry.

Oh shit, it *was* Barry!

I sat up a bit too fast, and was punished for it by a very painful throb in my head. I blinked slowly.

“Yeah” I muttered.

“You awake?”

“The fuck kind of question is that? You just woke me up.”

Yeah, I’m not a morning person at the best of times, sorry.

“Well, wake up some more then. Something weird is going on.”

The world swam into focus as I aimed my eyes in the general direction of the sound of his voice and stifled a yawn.

“Like what? Is this about last night?”

“Maybe? I don’t know, but….well, maybe I better let you finish waking up a bit.”

I peered at him, still groggy. Something was weird, he was right.

Then it hit me. He looked… leaner.

“…the fuck?”

“Yeah,” he said, grinning. “I noticed it when I got up to pee.”

“How the hell did…. But where did it go?”

“Guess,” he said.

I looked down…and suddenly, I knew.

“Bingo,” he said. “I’d guess about twenty pounds or so. But man, you’re a lot taller so you spread it around a bit.”

I took in my torso with confusion — my abs were still there, but they had some fuzzy padding that hadn’t been there last night. My arms were just a bit thicker, too.

“You’re saying that you lost twenty pounds and I…somehow found it?”

“Don’t need to say it. Unless you have a better explanation, this is what we got right now, Ty. And I ain’t complaining. Looks good on you!”

“But what…when…why…how?”

“You got some of my mass, overnight. Why? We talked about trading. How is anyone’s guess.”

I stood up carefully, realizing that my center of gravity felt a little off. “I don’t remember any wish-granting genies or fairy godmothers.”

“Me neither. I guess the universe was listening,” Barry said. “Guessing you need to —“

“Yup,” I affirmed. The urgency of my bladder made me cut the chat short, and I felt a little dizzy, so I sat and took care of business. I let Barry know I needed to freshen up, and set to brushing and gargling the previous night’s poor decisions out of my mouth. Then I took stock in the mirror as I stripped to hop in the shower.

Shit, Barry was right. Twenty extra pounds looked good on me.

***

“It’s all yours,” I said, exiting the bathroom.

Barry sat at the small table with a cup of crappy hotel room coffee, lost in what seemed to be literal navel-gazing.

“Ok,” he said. “I may need to borrow a spare pair of boxers and a t-shirt, if I can.”

“If you think they’ll fit,” I said. “And I do briefs.”

“At least they should get me through breakfast and to my room,” he said.

“Small mercies — speaking of which, this room has complimentary toiletries, so help yourself to the toothbrush.”

Nodding, he bounced over to the bath and got to work. I couldn’t help but notice he didn’t fully close the door, so I could see him check himself out as he brushed his teeth. And much as those twenty pounds looked better on me, their absence from his body made him look a lot fitter.

I liked what I was seeing.

***

Once we struggled our way into clothing that, while not ideal, would at least keep us from being charged with indecency, we mutually agreed that a drive through and a quick trip to Walmart or Target was probably in order. Without Barry’s usual pudge, it was pretty certain that the boxers he had packed were not going to fit properly.

That’s when the next weird thing happened. We ordered our customary McMuffins, and practically inhaled them on the way to Walmart. I had the opposite problem to Barry’s — my briefs were bought for a skinny person with no ass to speak of, and Barry informed me that I was now the proud owner of “an actual butt”.

As if pointing it out had some magical power, I became intensely aware that he was right. Suddenly the confused signals my body was sending began to make a bit of sense.

“Seriously bro, you got some cakes going on now. Maybe cupcakes, but before — no offense — they were pancakes!”

“Nice. Glad my nonexistent butt has been entertaining to you.”

“Well, I’m certainly entertained now. Can’t wait to follow you into the store.”

But the thing is, he was right. I’d had a flat ass for years, and suddenly I didn’t. I wasn’t sure what to do about that.

Not that I’m a fashion conscious sort of guy, but I was glad our purpose was limited to purely utilitarian needs because the selection wasn’t great. And of course, we needed to figure out our new sizes, so we brought some jeans and shorts to the fitting rooms. Turned out he’d gone down a size, and I had gone up one. And I bought the chinos I’d tried on because they fit me better than what I was wearing. Barry grabbed some sweat pants.

“At least it’s cheap,” he said as we got into the car.


***

"The Horny Club"
(gay, interracial, muscle, old/young, first time)

a story by posingstrap



See, what happened was...Tom, Jeb and I were out in the barn with Juan—Steve’s hired-hand--at a time when lifting weights was kind of new. And before I go any further let’s get the messy background shit out of the way…

Steve’s like a dad without being my dad, cuz I don’t even know who my real dad is. And my mom? She’s long gone after, first, dumping my actual dad, then having Steve become part of our life and then dumping him and running off. I never hear from her—even when I turned 18 last month. I haven’t heard anything from her since ‘58. Nothing. And now it’s 1959, and still not a peep.

What makes it all even crazier is how she decided to send me to this strict Christian school run by some Mormons instead of just the regular old elementary school everyone in town goes to—she’s not even Mormon herself, and neither is Steve for that matter. I’m going to graduate soon, so there’s no point switching schools now.

But anyway, Tom and Jeb go there with me, cuz their folks are super-sized Mormons—like crazy strict—and even tho we’re all 18, we can tell others our age in town know way more about life than we do. They just stare at us whenever we walk by the movie theater—stare, cuz of how we’re dressed and how we always walk by, cuz they know we go to that school and aren’t supposed to go to the movies.

Now that all that crap is out of the way, I’ll just say that being farm kids, we couldn't afford any of those Joe Weider barbells we saw advertised in the back of magazines at the drug store. So Steve suggested we go ask Juan to help us cuz Juan had made his own set.

"I dunno, Steve--Jeez. Can't you ask him for us?"

I watched him rub his solid, unshaven jaw.

"He don't talk to me much, is all,” I added, hoping I didn’t have to talk to Juan directly.

"That's because you don't talk to him, Todd." He pawed his open-collared, lumberjack shirt, me watching his hairy pecs roll around underneath. "Just take Tom and Jeb with you and ask him. No big deal--he'll be pleased."

Pleased? I never saw Juan pleased in my whole life.

I took one last, lingering look at the body I hoped I'd one day have--at how the bulk of his lumber-shirted shoulders and chest V-ed down his torso into his full-crotched jeans.

"You gonna stand there gawkin' all day, or go ask him?" he sipped his mug of coffee.

Not having a mom or brothers and sisters was fine by me--Steve was more than enough of a stand-in dad to love and admire. I was so lucky that when my mom left us, he wanted me to still stay with him. Only seventeen years older than my 18, he looked hunkier than Rock Hudson and the Marlboro man put together. Just being near him did things to me and my buddies we didn't understand--intense, heart-racing, lump-in-our-throat feelings.

I mean, you gotta understand right off the bat that being farm boys in 1959 Utah meant that we knew absolutely zip about what made us feel that way--we only knew that we did.

And Juan? Juan, if anything made us go mute in total awe. Half Latino and half African-American, Juan was dark-skinned, six-foot-two, maybe 240 lbs, with biceps and chest and shoulders his faded work shirts simply couldn't seem to contain. So we were way spooked over having to interrupt his workout and stammer out our hope that he could help us develop our teen bodies before it was too late.

"No problem," he'd said, wiping his brow. I was so relieved Steve had been right, and Juan didn’t mind us asking him. "--but you're going t'have to make your own weights. Mine'll kill you kids."

That's when the fierce-looking giant showed us how to choose different-sized tin cans and mix cement, and make our very own barbells using leftover pipe. He did this with a toleratin’ smile in the heat-sheltered coolness of the barn.

"Put 'em outside in th' sun now to set--there's nothing more you can do until they're dry n’ solid."

"This one looks ready now, Juan. It's been over an hour."

He gazed at me as if looking right through me. "Cement don't dry in an hour, ok? Now put 'em outside an' go off swimmin' or something."

Jeb quickly began doing as he was told, but Tom and I stood there staring at Juan's button-popping pecs.

"C-can we watch you?" Tom's eyes were darting all over Juan's body. "You know--get some pointers?" He gave out a breathy laugh, tryin’ to act natural and not so worshipful.

Juan put his hands on his hips, framing his 30" waist, sizing us up. By then Jeb was back, wondering what was going on.

"You three really want 'some pointers', or just want'a stare at my body?" The smallest of smiles played over Juan's wide, full lips.

We looked at each other, Tom suddenly breaking into an impish grin. "A little'a each!"

Jeb punched him, a resounding smack on his muscled, t-shirted shoulder.

"Hey! Just tellin' th' truth!"

Juan silently began undoing his shirt, watching us go catatonic as his chest came into view.

"Who sent you's over here?"

"My ‘Poppa Steve’. He said you'd 'be pleased'."

Truth be told, n’ like I said before, I'd never seen Juan 'pleased' in my life. He kind of smiled to himself, though, hearing that. "Oh, ‘Poppa Steve’ sent you, huh? Well, ‘Poppa Steve’ ain't gonna be too pleased that I'm way behind in m' chores..."

When that old, torn work shirt fell open, so did our mouths. We saw the carved valley between his gigantic pecs--the undulating ripples of his velvet-skinned abs--and stared at the way even his bellybutton looked muscular, the deep hole stretched open, a stream of black hair going down his brown, muscle-stretched lower belly.

An’ below that? Below that was a massive bulge mounding-out his jeans.

"Oh, man!" Tom whispered as Juan pulled his shirt clean off, flexing his pecs--making each one jump and dance--his nipples sitting smack in the center of each slab, poking out like two rivets.

"Like that, do you?" He smiled grimly, then raised his right arm and flexed his bicep into a gargantuan, three-tiered boulder.

"Jeezums!" Jeb stared.

"Sh-i-i-t!," Tom murmured, daring to swear in front of Juan. "I'll do anythin’ to have arms like that!"

I just memorized every mountain and valley--the way his deep armpits sheltered a sexy pocket of black manhair--the way his triceps punched out--how his deltoids striated.

"So now," Juan relaxed his pose, "let's see what you three got."

"U-us?" Jeb stammered, his angelic, freckled, pug-nosed face turning pink.

"You want us to....?" I looked down at myself.

"If your so-called ‘Poppa Steve’ wants me t' train you, then I gotta see what I'm workin' with, don't I?"

"Hell--I'll show you," Tom said, "--I ain't shy."

Of the three of us, dark-haired Tom was the most built. All of us had bodies more developed than most teens our age, just because we lived on farms and did physical labor. The 'townies' called us 'hicks'--but knew better than to say it to our faces.

Tom began pulling off his t-shirt, Jeb and I following suit.

"Well now, whadda'ya' know," Juan looked down from his towering height, arms folded.

"What?" Tom pushed his chest forward, his well-developed pecs on display. "So, tell us--how do we look?" He even raised his right arm and made a muscle.

A full-fledged grin transformed Juan's rugged, big-boned face. He looked more Latino than African-American, except for his sexy full lips and short, almost-shaved kinky hair. "Not bad--not bad at all. Hell, how old're you three?"

"Jeb’s not eighteen yet, but both me and Todd is," Tom went into a double-biceps pose. "—you’ll be eighteen soon, tho', huh, Jeb?" Tom examined his own muscles adoringly.

"In two weeks," Jeb's eyes kept darting over Juan's naked torso.

"I was skinny as a rail at your age--except down here...." Juan suddenly cupped his bulging jeans. "...got tired of being teased--wanted a body to go along with what I got born with, I guess." We stared at how he just left his hand right there—right smack over top of his mounded-out fly.

We fell silent, Jeb blushing like a tomato—me staring ‘tween Juan's legs--Tom not only staring, but absently feeling up his own crotch.

The silence went on a long time, the only sound the barn swallows chattering as they sailed in and out of the overhead loft.

"Oh, I see--you're eighteen, but you don't even talk about how other guys are hung?”

“How they’s what?” Tom squinted up at Juan.

A look of surprise crossed Juan’s smooth and cheek-boned face. “Christ,” he swore, us raising our eyebrows at it. “Those Mormons sure know how to mess with your heads. How we’re hung—what we got goin’ on…”, he took both hands down and used his first fingers and thumbs to circle his huge mound, “…here.”

"Lordy. Heck, no," Tom's eyes ran from Juan’s face to his half-melon pecs--down his endless abs--to stay fixed on Juan's mounded fly. "--but I sure wish we could!"

Tom kept pulling at his crotch. "M' Daddy tells me it's th' 'devil's playground'--keeps tellin' me to take cold showers, whatever th' heck that’s supposed to do!"

Juan actually laughed then--a low, deep chuckle. "He means he can see you're horny, boy--but he’s too religious to use the word!"

"Some of the guys say that word in the swimming pool change room," Jeb piped up, his brow furrowing, eagerness in his voice. "--but I don't know what it means."

"They don't either," Tom scoffed.

"Neither do you, O'Rourke! None a’ us does," I felt my heart pounding--the same feeling I get whenever Poppa Steve gives me a little hug goodnight.

"Seriously? Eighteen, and you don't know what 'horny' is??" Juan's large eyes grew larger as he smiled and shook his head in disbelief.

"Nope," Tom looked at him challengingly. "We're farm boys--ok? We go to Mormon school! No one tells us nothin'!" He spat on the barn floor.

Juan's smile evaporated, a look something close to apology on his high-cheek boned, broad-nosed face.

"Then it's high time you heard it from someone!"

"Good! C'mon--tell us!" Tom’s dark eyes flashed with frustrated need.

Juan cleared his throat, my eyes memorizing the size of those wide circles that were his bullseye nipples, planted smack in the center of each, enormous pec. "You three are horny right now, just lookin' at my muscles."

Again we fell quiet. No one had ever spoken like that to us in all our young lives.

"All I know is, I can't hardly breathe," Jeb said, looking like he was confessing a dark secret.

"Bingo," Juan pointed at him, even that small gesture making his tits jump. "--and you're getting’ all hard in your pants, ain't you?"

A prolonged silence met his open, outspoken query.

Finally, Tom looked at me, then at Jeb, a scowl on his cute, handsome face. Tom was Irish--dark Irish--with a wide, full mouth, angular cheekbones, and big, almost black eyes.

He looked tough, even when he smiled, which he wasn't then. "Shit! I'm hard as a fencepost!" he stared at us. "And so're you two. C'mon! Admit it!" His eyes flashed fire, then shot down to our jeans.

"Yeah--I am, I guess," Jeb's face was scarlet.

"Me, too," I murmured. "I get hard a million times a day! In study hall--in the library--at night in my bed..."

"Is THAT 'horny'?" Jeb asked wonderingly up at Juan.

"Yup. Horny's them ripe feelings in your balls, when your cock shoots up like horns on a bull," Juan used his first fingers on each side of his forehead as pretend horns.

My jaw fell open, disbelieving a man like Juan was using words only the townies used in the pool change room—words so far from our vocabulary, we actually looked over our shoulders to see if anyone else heard him.

"Oh God," Jeb breathed, his voice all shaky. "I want to talk about this...I do. Don't get me wrong...." He looked almost ill, his jeans looking like he had a lead pipe shoved down them. "—but this being 'horny' drives me crazy!--like I'm going to die, or something!" He looked nearly close to tears.

"Yeah," Tom nodded at him, suddenly gripping Jeb's shoulder. "--like having a heart attack, huh?"

"I DO take cold showers," I admitted to the group, "--but even then I'm still hard."

"Goddamn!" Juan swore some more, his face looking confounded. "You mean you seriously don't know what to DO when you feel horny???"

We looked up at him, mutely shaking our heads, with me then saying, “Whoever says to take a cold shower is nuts. I take ‘em but I’m still hard as a fencepost after. Plus, it’s…. you know, it’s cold!”

Juan's huge biceps flexed as he ran his hands over his scalp. He looked up to the rafters, shaking his head, then back down at us. "You mean to tell me," he looked straight into my confused face, "—Poppa Steve, as you call him, hasn't taught you how to whack OFF??"

Okay went out again 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.

(Not a real story, just in our imaginations)

I was scheduled to go out of town for some training for my job. The only thing I knew is that I would be sharing a hotel room with another employee from a different location. I was wondering to myself how my roommate would feel being around a dude that was 44 years old. Knowing I had gotten into this field when I did, most of the other workers were younger than me.

After the first day, we checked into the hotel. I walk into my room and see my roommate. We make some small talk. I learn his name is Josh and he is 24 years old, 20 years younger than me. I make a joke about him being around an old dude like me and we laugh. He tells me he is use to sharing a room at the dorms, I joke that no one as old as me was in the dorms. Told him I live alone and been a while since I shared a room with another dude.

We get to know each other some. He says he is going out for a bit. Much to my surprise, he strips down to his boxers. He walks around in them some. He looks at me and asks if I mind him stripping like that. I say no. I look him over a bit, but do not stare. When he stripped to his boxers, my cock jumped in my boxer briefs and shorts. I am sitting there with a semi hard cock as he stands in his boxers.

Josh gets dressed and goes out. I sit there, smiling and waiting for my half hard cock to go down, wondering what other things will happen during this week.

The story I am telling today happened two nights ago. My brother and his best friend had agreed to watch a soccer game they were looking forward to. At first, they were going to watch it with their group of friends at a restaurant, but at the last minute, his friends canceled, and then the two of them decided to watch it at my house.


My brother and I were alone since our parents had been away for two weeks because of work, so it would only be my brother Lucas, Henry (my brother's friend), and me.


Lucas proposed I stay with them and watch the game, and the truth was I didn’t want to because I wasn't a soccer fan, but since I didn't have any plans for that night, I accepted.

The plan was to watch the game while they drank beers and smoked weed. I was only allowed to watch them do that because, being the younger brother, my brother overprotected me and forbade me many things. I was in charge of preparing food and snacks for the three of us, which I did before Henry's arrival.


I knew Henry a long time ago; my brother and he were childhood friends, but despite that, we had never been close. We were very different and had nothing in common. I was openly gay, and he was the typical straight guy who seemed to be afraid I would give him my "disease." I had heard comments from him where he told my brother that I looked at him kinda sus and that he preferred not to befriend me so that I wouldn't confuse myself and try to flirt with him. Absolutely stupid reasoning, in my opinion. He didn't want to hurt the heart of his "best friend's little brother" since he loved pussy and he couldn’t fuck me.


I should mention that Henry was one of the best-looking guys I had ever seen, but certainly the biggest jerk. He was tall, close to 6'2", and had dark hair with gray eyes. He had an extremely well-groomed beard and mustache, and he also had a scar across his left eyebrow that gave him a bad-boy vibe that really turned me on. He was a typical str8 guy who loved to look like a bad boy and inflict fear on others. He liked to raise eyebrows with his appearance; therefore, he was always neatly dressed. That night, he was wearing Adidas joggers that seemed to cling to his legs and show a nice bulge. He wore a tight-fitting white T-shirt and white sneakers.


As they walked in, he slapped me on the cheek in greeting, and we quickly sat down to eat on the couch in the living room while we watched the game, as Henry had arrived 8 minutes late. The game went on amidst euphoria and anger from my brother and his friend, while I didn't fully understand anything and just ate as I watched them jump, scream, punch the air, and drink beer after beer. The team they were supporting won, and both of them had unbearable energy. My brother went to the kitchen and came back with a bottle of tequila he had bought, setting it on the table.


"Alessandro, go get the lemons and salt," Henry said.


"What lemons?" I replied.


"You didn't buy anything to drink the tequila shots?" my brother asked, with a tone of annoyance. "You were the one in charge of buying everything."


"You didn't tell me to buy anything, just to get dinner ready."


"Fucking shit," Lucas said angrily. "We're not drinking anything then."


"Don't be pussy, mate," Henry said, opening the bottle. "Let’s drink this shit like men."


"No fucking way, I don't drink tequila without salt and lemons," Lucas interjected.


"Well, it is what it is, pussy; don't be a faggot," Henry said, taking his first shot of tequila straight from the bottle. "We play never have I ever, and that way we drink that bottle of tequila faster, and then I can go to sleep or to fuck a bitch."


I got up in search of three shot glasses, not wanting to put my mouth on the same bottle those two were drinking from. When I returned to the living room, it was my brother who was drinking straight from the bottle as he wrinkled his face, and Henry was rolling a joint of weed, which seconds later he smoked.


"Why are you bringing three glasses, Alessandro?" my brother said as he saw me enter the room.


"There are three of us, aren't there?" I said, knowing where the conversation was going to go.


"You can't drink alcohol; don't be stupid," my brother replied angrily.


"Leave him alone, Lucas; he's an adult now, not a kid you can control," Henry said, interjecting himself. "Besides, we're the only ones here, and we can take care of him."


"Just this once; don't think this will always happen," Lucas ended up agreeing.


Definitely, the one who held the pants in that friendship was Henry; he was the one who always influenced my brother's decisions.


"Sissy, you start first; what do you say?" Henry said, turning to me as he filled the glasses with tequila.


It wasn't the first time he'd called me 'sissy'; it was a nickname he'd been calling me ever since he discovered my sexuality, and he said it was 'out of respect'.


"Mm, I don't know..."


"Never have I ever been drunk," my brother said, taking my turn. "Let's start easy."


The three of us grabbed our glasses and drank the shot of tequila. My brother gave me an "I'm going to kill you" look as he watched me drink the tequila without wrinkling my face. He hated it when I smoked or drank alcohol, but I didn't think much of it and ended up doing it anyway. He was not my father.


"Stop it, mate; I saw the face you made," Henry said. "He's old enough to do whatever the fuck he wants."


Henry refilled the glasses as he thought about what to say because it was his turn.


"I've never fucked anyone in the same room with someone else there."


The three of us drank from the glasses again. I think we were playing it completely wrong, but we didn't care. My brother was back to killing me with his eyes; he was finding out a lot about his little brother, while Henry was laughing as he found out I wasn't as much of a saint as he thought I was.


"Hey, sissy, I want to hear that story," Henry said as he grabbed his stomach, still laughing.


"It's no big deal. A guy and I fucked in my friend's room, with my friend Ana sleeping next to me," I said, getting completely flushed.


I was embarrassed to talk about these topics in front of my brother and lowered my gaze. Even though everyone in my family knew my sexual preference and sex was a normalized conversation between our family, Lucas' protective attitude made him want to ignore my active sexual life, and the idiot wanted to believe that I was still a virgin.


"And who was the lucky guy that rearranged your guts?" said Henry, winking at me and throwing me a kiss in the air, which my brother couldn't see because he was focused on killing me with his gaze.


"It was my... friend’s boyfriend..."


"Holy shit, that one friend that was sleeping next to you?"


I just nodded as Henry gave me a half-sideways grin, and my brother put his hands to his head in complete frustration.


"Wow, what a crazy bitch the sissy has turned out to be," Henry said, turning to Lucas. "While you're getting pussies to fuck, he's getting his boy pussy fucked."


Lucas didn't respond; he just glared at his friend. We continued to play for several more minutes, and the three of us were getting so drunk, with Henry being the one who had drunk the most but handled the alcohol the best.


"Let's see, what about your story, guys?" I said, remembering after many shots that they both drank as I did when I confessed to having sex with my friend's boyfriend.


"We what?" Henry replied.


"I don't even know why I'm asking if, with how manwhores you guys are, it would be weird that both of you hadn't participated in an orgy," I said to them, knowing they didn't know the context of my sudden question.


"Actually, before we came here, your brother and I were having a fucking great time."


"How's that?" I said, not quite managing to understand what that last confession Henry made meant.


"Don't make that face; it's not what you think; we're not homos," Henry said, making a disgusted face. "Just your brother and I fucked a bitch in a threesome, right, Lucas?"


We both turned to look at my brother, discovering that he was completely asleep on top of an armchair, his arms drooping and touching the floor, and his mouth half open. He was completely asleep from how drunk he was.


"It looks like he's going to leave you looking like quite the liar," I said to Henry with a smile on my face.


"Never bitch! I have videos..." he replied with a sly grin on his face.


"Did you record it?" I asked with a shocked expression.


"I always record my jerk-off sessions and sexual encounters; I create content for OnlyFans, you know?"


"No way!" I said, more surprised than before. "Is that where my brother's sudden income comes from too?"


"Your brother doesn't have OnlyFans, but when he collaborates on threesome videos with me, I give him part of the earnings."


I was silent, processing the fact that my brother wanted to ignore the topic of my sex life while he was recording videos of his best friend fucking girls and then uploading them to an adult platform.


"Do you want to see it?" said Henry to me, making a flirtatious smile.


He didn't wait for my answer; he stood up and took his cell phone out of his pocket, then sat back down and searched for a few seconds in his cell phone gallery. He found one of the videos, as they had recorded several that same afternoon, and handed me his cell phone. On the screen, you could see a white dick going in and out of a girl's pussy, while you could hear the girl's moans drowned out by the blowjob she was giving to another dick. Definitely, the dick fucking that girl's pussy was not my brother's because he was the guy getting the blowjob; you could only see his face and abdomen.


"Your tattoo looks so hot," I said without thinking, looking directly at the tribal tattoo on the forearm of the hand Henry was grabbing his dick with to direct it to the girl's pussy.


"You're looking at me instead of the girl?" he said it with a knowing smile. "What could you expect from such a homo..."


"You know I like dicks, not pussies..." I said, laughing nervously at what he just said.


"So what? You liked my dick?"


"Not bad, actually, but I've seen better..."


Henry simply laughed, understanding that what I said had been just to annoy him and hurt his ego, failing miserably, as he was a man very sure of his attributes.


"And so, you upload them to OnlyFans?" I said, not wanting to let go of the conversation because I was getting a little horny.


"I censor your brother's face because he doesn't like to be seen, but yes," he told me as he looked at his cell phone screen. "In fact, I was supposed to upload a jerk-off video today, but I can't."


"Why can't you?" I said, wishing he would show me the video where only his dick was showing.


"Man, I'm not jerking off at your house."


"You haven’t recorded it then?" I asked him, stroking my dick over my pants because I was starting to get hard. "Don't stop yourself; there are worse things this house has seen."


"Well, because you’re being too annoying, you're going to help me," he whispered.


"What?" I said, instantly getting nervous.


He got up and started unbuttoning his joggers, causing them to fall to the floor and him to be left only in slips, which not long after he pulled down as well. He had an erection; he wasn't completely hard, but I think the situation, in combination with the alcohol and weed, had him horny. His dick wasn't the most gigantic I've ever seen, but it was big, that perfect size to lodge it in any of your holes and enjoy it greatly. He was completely shaved, and that's something I liked. I couldn't take my eyes off his crotch. He had big balls that hung down and aesthetically adorned his sex appeal. Henry took a seat on the couch again, putting one leg over my lap while the other rested on the floor.


"Here," he said, tossing me his cell phone.


I instinctively caught it in mid-air, and the phone already had the camera app open, so I just hit the button to start recording, finally understanding his intentions when he said I would help him. I stupidly thought he was going to ask me for some other kind of help.


His dick reached its greatest length and girth as he noticed me starting to record him, and he was focused on the movements he was making on his dick. I think it made him horny to expose himself completely naked and for me to be watching him with lust. He was looking directly at me, not at the camera, and with his mouth half open, he was emitting moans and sighs that had my dick completely hard. The rubbing of his leg against my crotch had me completely crazy. My dick was rock hard, but I didn't want to pull it out in case it messed up the moment I was enjoying so much with my brother's friend.


Speaking of my brother, I looked at him in a corner of the phone screen as the camera was recording; he was completely asleep while his friend was masturbating his dick so close to me that I only needed to stretch my arm to be able to touch it or bend over a little to be able to put it in my mouth. If my brother knew what I was doing for his friend, he would surely get very angry and beat us both.


I turned my gaze back to Henry's beautiful dick. I wasn't even looking at his phone screen anymore to make sure the shot was right; I wanted to see it directly without a screen in between. He threw a spit in the direction of his dick, quite hard, which might have woken my brother up, but I looked at him, and he was still sleeping and snoring. His spit impacted directly on the head and, from how abundant it was, slid all over his shaft down to his balls, which were bouncing from the aggressive movements Henry was making to his dick.


It was magnificent the view I was having at those moments; I was completely mesmerized by the whole thing. His balls were moving in such a way with each jerk of his dick that it had me completely stunned. Henry was moving his leg over my lap due to the pleasure he was experiencing, and that rubbing, plus what I was witnessing before my eyes, had me almost cumming from horniness. Henry took off his shirt, put it over his right shoulder, then grabbed the hand I didn't have occupied with his phone and placed it on his dick. I understood that he wanted me to help him with the handjob, and so I did. I did it smoothly and gently to enjoy the touch of his dick with my hand. I alternated my gaze between his dick and his face, and he did not take off his gaze from my face while he half opened his lips due to the pleasure that my hand was causing him. I began to speed up my hand movements on his dick, and Henry began to ejaculate big loads of cum. Without a doubt, this was one of the biggest cumshots I had ever seen in real life or porn. He moaned so loudly that I thought my brother might wake up, but no, he was still completely asleep. I finished filming the scene, giving a close-up shot from the head of his dick down the shaft until I got to his balls, which were completely soaked with cum. I handed him back his cell phone, which he threw over the couch next to him.


Henry took one of my brother's feet, stripping it of a sock, and with that, he wiped his dick, his balls, and part of his abs where he had remains of cum. Then he passed the sock to me to clean the hand, with which I gave him the handjob since some drops had fallen on it. I wiped it off (although I should confess I would have preferred to clean my hand, his dick, and his abs with my mouth, but I didn't want to ruin the moment), and then I carefully placed the sock over his dick. He was so drunk that seconds later he fell asleep with my brother's sock covering his dick, completely naked, and with nothing but his T-shirt over his shoulder. I left them both sleeping in the living room and went up to my room to give myself one of the best handjobs of my life, and then I fell completely asleep on my bed.


The next morning, I woke up with a hell of a hangover and went downstairs to the kitchen to get some water and a pill for the headache, realizing that no one was there. I went back to my room for my phone to call my brother and saw that I had a message from an unknown number.


Unknown: "For you to enjoy while you think of me."


He attached a video that I thought had been one more of my craziest dreams, but no, it was completely real, and the video was proof of it. In the end, he put a link that redirected me to his OnlyFans page and a last message that said, “Thanks for helping me."

Late Tuesday night i headed to the park late at night again, i arrived just as it was getting dark, i went lightly dressed because it was still warm from earlier in the day, i had a light sweatshirt on a cap on my head, jeans & sneakers -

I headed in to the bush, saw a guy wanking in the dark, i went over to him & started sucking his cock with a wet sloppy blowjob, while i was sucking him, he was fingering my wet lubed hole open with his finger in the back of my jeans, he was soon rock hard & ready to fuck, i turned around dropped my jeans & let him have access to my ass.

He lined up his raw cock & starting pushing inside, he was soon fucking me deep & after 5mins his held me closer & started blowing his load deep inside me, when he was done, i thanked him & moved out the bush.

I went for a walk around to see who else was cruising in the park, i headed in to another bush, some tall student looking guy with blond hair started to follow me in the bush, i went to a dark bushy area & he was right behind me, he was stroking his meat through his jeans giving me an eyeful. I went over to where he was standing & started feeling his cock up, it was getting harder, i fished it out of his jeans & sucked his cock harder still, when he was ready, i turned around & dropped my jeans & bent over, he first fingered my ass, he must have felt the cum that was still in there from the other fucker.

He came behind me & lined up his cock to my hole, he held my waist & pushed inside, i ebnt over more to give him better access, he was groaning & grunting & then he held me close while he let go, he pumped me full of cum, i felt 5-6 big squirts being pumped deep inside me, when he was done, i thanked him & he moved off.

Another guy was standing in the shadows watching me get fucked, i knew him as a regular fucker of mine, a bit nerdy looking but he fucks always so nice, he was wanking his cock in the dark, i just turned around & leaned up against a tree & bent over, he came over really quick & was soon pushing his bare cock in my cummy ass. The position was not great so i said to him follow me & we went over to some fallen logs. I got in the position face down ass up, i had my open ass briefs on, he came behind me & started to fuck me, he has the stamina & was fucking me for a solid 15mins, when he was ready to cum, he held me closer & started to flood me with ropes of cum, he later told me he was so horny & needed to fuck badly, wwe said our thanks to each other & headed out of the bush.

I took a break on the park bench, i needed to catch my breath again.

I decided to go back in the bush, no sooner than being there a black guy in shorts was stroking his meat watching me in the dark, i went over to him & felt his bulge, he had a pretty huge cock, i fished it out & wanked him harder, he was moaning & enjoying the attention, when he was hard as a rock, his cock must have stood at 9-10 inches of thick man meat, i dropped my jeans & leaned against a tree & guided his cock to my asshole, he was slowly pushing his bare cock all the way inside, man did his cock feel good. At one stage i stopped him & took him with me to the fallen logs.

He was soon balls deep inside me fucking the hell out of my ass & after 10mins he was pumping me full of cum too, while he was unloading inside me, another guy came to watch, he came with his bike, he was masculine looking Latin guy, he was watching me getting fucked & he was already stroking his meat, when the black guy was done cumming inside me, he moved aside & let the Latin guy take his place.

This guy started pushing inside me in the dark, i was still ass up & my hole was cummy & wet. The guy had a massive tool too, easily 9-10 inches too & damn his cock was thick too. he was soon balls deep inside me, my ass was getting sore from all the fucking, at one stage i had to stop i could not take anymore & my knees on the logs were giving me hell.

So i thanked him but said i'm sorry i just can't take anymore cock. Soon after that i called it a night.

Hey guys, I've been around for a while, so I think it’s time that I share the story about the first time I did anything with a guy. Now for me, the only time I seen another guy naked at this point was in a gym locker room. Nothing sexual at all. Just guys changing out of their uniforms to put on their normal clothes. But of course, I've watched porn before, so I was always curious about the shape of a guy's body. During my college years Tumblr was at its best. At the time we were able to see explicit NSFW content so that's how I got my "fix". But sadly, after a while Tumblr announced that they were getting rid of NSFW images, so a lot of people had to move over to Twitter. When I moved to Twitter, I noticed that there were a lot of guys modeling there too. After a few months of contemplating if I should or shouldn't make my first nude post, I built up the courage and did it. I have my own dorm room to myself at the time (plenty of jerk off sessions). In My room I had a huge floor mirror that went all the way up to the ceiling. So, I took my first picture. I had a pair of navy-blue Converse on, absolutely no pants or underwear. Just my hard dick lubed up, and you could see my vein popping out too. 10/10 pic. I had a blue button-up shirt that was open with a black T-shirt under, in a very distinguishable backpack. Though you couldn't see my face in the picture I was confident in it and that was my first ever Twitter post. Post it around 9:00 a.m. in the morning and go on with my day. Kept checking it periodically through the day and I noticed that the like numbers were going up like crazy. I was at my last class of the day, so was around 4:30 and I wanted to see my professor for some extra help on my final project and final exam coming up. His office was in the same building, just three floors above from where his class was so I ran up there quickly. He was in there, nothing out of the ordinary. I scheduled this appointment so nobody else was coming to talk to him because I was the only person on his list. I walked in and sat down and he helped me solve the problem that I needed for the project/final. I'm packing my computer and notes away, and he asked me a question. I looked up at him ready to answer and I noticed he was holding his phone. And on his phone was a picture of a guy wearing navy blue Converse shoes, no pants on with a raging boner, vein popping out, blue button up with a black shirt under, and a distinguishable backpack.



Fuck



My heart dropped, I was dumb enough to wear the same outfit out that I posted the picture in, and I was caught. He looked me dead in the eyes and said he knew it was me the moment I walked into class. I wanted to die at that moment. Didn't know what to think or what to do. Honestly, I didn't even know what he would do. But then he smiled on his face and told me, “Looks like we follow each other". He then went to his profile, and it was a guy I was following already. And I liked a lot of his content before. He also never showed face pictures on Twitter, so I had no idea it was him. But my mind wasn't working at that moment and all I could do was sit there speechless. He asked me "have you ever done anything sexually with a guy before." After a few seconds I just said "no". I don't think he believed me at first. I told him all I ever done was watch guys jerk off on video and I would jerk off to guys making out and jerking off together, but I never done anything physically with a guy. At that moment the professor stood up. Walkes to the door, locked it, look me dead in the eyes and say, "do you want to?"



I'm still sitting in the chair at this point. And I can see that he has a full-on boner through his khaki pants. He walked up to me getting closer to my face. Bent over in front of me, next thing I know I feel another man's tongue on mine. And it tastes so good. We made out for a good while. He was rubbing all over my body, started kissing on my neck and licking on me. Feeling his beard brush against me. Next thing I know I feel my pants getting undone. He pulls my cock out and I'm rock hard. He stuck his tongue out and swallowed all the way from the tip of my dick all the way up to the base... and made sure to suck up the precum. And that was the first time I ever had a blowjob from the man. It felt incredible, better than what any woman have given me to that point. I'm not going to be ashamed to say it, But I came quick and hard. It feels so good! Words cannot describe the sensation I was feeling when this professor was on his knees, pants undone and shirt off, swallowing every drop of my load. Pure unadulterated Bliss!



He looked up at me, slobber and cum in his beard, "Your turn". I got on my knees, and he sat down in the chair. I pulled his pants down and I just remember his cock. Thick and a great bush. I did the best I could as he coaches me through it. "Take your time, go slower, watch your teeth, you’re doing such a good job". Hearing him moan was so damn hot to me. Next thing I knew my mouth was flooded with a warm salty taste. He was moaning, whimpering, face red. That man just dropped a huge load in my mouth. Absolutely incredible. Thick load too. "Damn you're a natural.”

For the Rest of my time in college we would hook up on an off. Sadly, after I graduated, I moved away, and the pandemic happened shortly after that. But I still think about that first meet up to this day. So, Professor Williams of you see this, thanks for giving me my first hard cock to play with

This is my first extreme size story, its simular to doctorro's story Project: Grower but Its a gay version. I hope I can carry it on because the story isn't going in the same direction as doctorro's and it may go abit Scifi-ish. Sorry if its crap.

Chapter One


Australia is beautiful, I came here with my friend Connor a die hard surfer with the body of a god. Connor 6 foot 5 inches, blonde scruffy hair that just touched his shoulders. He has the most amazing blue eyes that you have ever seen, you can get lost in them for hours. His body was pure raw muscle.


Then there is me, Matt. I'm his little sidekick of a best friend. I'm the one that just follows him everywhere. I love him like mad and he knows it but he thinks its brotherly love. I have known Matt most of my life, we were almost exactly the same in every way until the end of high school, I gave up surfing for science at a University. I wasn't any good at surfing even though Connor always tried to get me to try harder I just gave up. We didn't see each other for a long time and then he just left and just moved away. It wasn't until recently I found him and he had changed for the better. So we decided to come to Australia rekindle our friendship.


So there he was Connor riding a wave almost commanding it like a god two hours later we left the beach and headed back to the hotel. “How are you liking the trip.” he asked.


“Its only been one day Connor, but it has been nice.”


“Sweet” he chuckled, “We are going to have a relaxing week. Just you, me and the waves, ok?”


“Ok, awesome.” I looked at him “What no girls?”




He looked away for a second and when he looked back I could tell something was wrong. “Nope,dude just you and me, ok.” Something was definitely wrong, Connor was always with the girl always in bed with them. This was strange, maybe a couple of years can change someone, but something was wrong and I'm going to get to the bottom of it.


What I hadn't known then was that I really was going to get to the bottom of it.


Chapter Two


Me and Connor on the balcony just watching the stars go by, we hadn't done this since we were 10. “Deja vu” I smiled at him.


“Yeah I know, I miss this. The simple things in life.” he just smiled out towards the sky.


“Okay Connor, what happened?”


“What? Err nothing it doesn't matter.”


“Connor tell me.”


“Okay, I'll show you” he stood up and pulled down his board shorts to reveal his cock. It was small nothing special it looked like he shaved as well, but he had really huge balls. He then pulled out some Viagra, which just really confused me. He took the pills and just laid there on his lounger. His cock got harder, that was normal. But it just kept getting bigger 4 inches 6,7,8 and he moaned like he was having an orgasm but their was no cum then by the time it finished growing it was huge almost 16 inches his balls where tiny he had a huge mushroom as well. I just sat their as this huge cock had placed it self on Connor. He looked at me and said that people ether laugh at me when its small or laugh at him when he pulls out Viagra.


“How is this possible?”


“I dunno, the doctor said that its a one in a billion genetic thing and he just gave me the Viagra.”


“Wow, ermm ok.” I was almost speechless.


“Do you want a ride?” he smiled.


I dashed into the apartment and found the lube and poured it on the cock. He just laid their as I sat on his mushroom and I slowly moved down his cock. He just filled every bit of my ass. The size was too much I was over whelmed and faint and I slid farther and farther and he got deeper and deeper into my body. He was apart of me he just moaned and so did I. I was getting to the base of his penis and he just started to suck me off he was amazing I just kept sliding I knew It should hurt but it didn't. I got to the bottom and my cock was getting sucked still I was feeling amazing, I could feel he balls getting bigger instead of tightening they were like a bean bags and they were just getting bigger I cummed the orgasm was intense both of my ball just kept pumping cum. Then his balls suddenly harden and began to twitch and he started cumming he flooded my insides the force sent wave after wave through my body. I looked down and my body was changing my muscles where getting bigger and my cock was getting thicker like it was building up to something. I let the force of the orgasm just take over and shoot through me body I felt amazing then I orgasmed again and cum just shot out of my cock again like a shotgun which wasn't stopping it was too much. His cock was slowly shrinking in me as I was cumming. It travel out through me then just came out and just shrunk back to normal size, then I just fainted.


I woke up the next morning with a headache. I got up and stood in front in the mirror for a few seconds before shouting “CONNOR!”. My cock too had shrunk to the size of a nut but my balls were massive and heavy and there wasn't a single hair on my body the only hair was only on my head, which was the only bit that hadn't changed. My body was so muscular my arms when I flexed just got massive. I looked like I was a Greek god or something. He came into the room and smiled kissed me on the cheek and slapped my ass. As he was walking past I realised that I was the same height now too. Their was a lot of explaining he had to do...

The following is all true about some recent fun I had. Enjoy...

My boyfriend recently was given the opportunity to go on a 2 week long backpacking trip with a mutual friend of ours. Unfortunately, I couldn't make it, so while they had the chance to head out and have fun, I stayed at home and worked my ass off. Truth be told, I was pretty jealous; the trip sounded like it would be a lot of fun, our mutual friend is pretty good looking (tall fit blonde guy with a big dick...I know having seen it one drunken night), and I am not convinced he's entirely straight. So, all in all, I was a little sore over it. Nevertheless, I knew my boyfriend really wanted to go, so I didn't put up much of a fight. Now, you might be wondering, who am I and who is my bf? We're both fit latin guys, him in much better shape than me on account of being a former Marine. While I have a dusting of body hair, he's smooth all over, except for a little patch above his thick 7" uncut cock. So as he left I went about my day as normal as possible, while they backpacked and had their adventure.

By the third day or so I was bored out of my head, not to mention insanely horny. I came home from the gym, downed a protein shake, threw my clothes off, and grabbed my set of black butt plugs. It had been a while since I'd had anything in my ass, so I needed to loosen myself up. I coated the 2nd biggest one in lube and slowly slide it inside my hole. As I sat there, waiting for it to open me up, my mind wandered away from the hot porn I was watching and I started to imagine the hung top in the video fucking me. I realized it had been a while since I had a truly hung cock inside of me. As I worked the plug in and out I swapped it out for a realistic dildo, sliding in and out and thinking about the hot jock stud on screen fucking me. The insatiable part of me wanted the big thick 8x6 white boy dildo, but it was a little too much too soon.

Eventually I couldn't take it anymore. I reached over, grabbed my phone, and downloaded Grindr; hoping I'd be able to find someone to come over and take care of my insanely horny ass. I scrolled and scrolled, texting different guys as I felt the 7" dildo slide in and out of me. Finally I made progress. His name was Marco, he was a young latin/white mixed dude with a nice smooth muscled body, not totally cut/chiseled from stone (but still hot as hell), but what made it even better was the big 8" cock on him. Even better: he was bi and very DL and his girlfriend (a nurse he claimed) had the nightshift at a local hospital. We texted back and forth a bit, trying to feel each other out, after a while it seemed like a good match, so I invited him over.

About 15 minutes later Marco showed up, and as promised, he was hot. He came in and I brought him upstairs. The mood was electric and tense, at least on my part. I hadn't had sex with anyone other than my bf for quite sometime, but the idea of this muscled jock bending me over and pounding me senseless was all I could think about. We got to my bedroom and i sat on the bed, slowly undressing him, feeling his pecs, biceps, triceps, and abs under my warm hand. He leaned in to kiss me, our tongues going at it as I slide his shorts down, revealing a nice, uncut dick. It was thick, but not huge like my dildo, which was fine by me since I didn't want to get wrecked tonight. "C'mon, you promised you'd taste it," he said, grabbing the back of my head and drawing me towards it. As advertised, I licked and teased his cock, pulling the skin back to expose his purple throbbing head. Marco moaned as I sucked on his cock, reassuring me I still knew how to work a big dick. "Yeah baby, keep sucking it, just like that," he encouraged as his hips started to rock back and forth, more and more of his pole sliding into my mouth, getting closer to the back of it. As his dick grew, and his thrusts deepened, I started to gag, feeling his cockhead poke at the back of my throat. Marco pulled on my hair, getting a little rougher, holding me down on his cock to try and get me to deepthroat him. As horny as I was, I didn't want to disappoint - so I focused, held my breath, and tried to relax my throat...failing. He pulled his cock out, slick with spit, and smiled. Lightly slapping my face with it, "Show me that ass, I want to get in it."

I did as he told me, turning around, on all fours on the bed. As Marco rubbed his precum and spit covered cock on my hole I grabbed the fresh bottle of poppers and took a long sniff. The warm wave of lust washed over me as I felt him press his cockhead inside. I handed him the bottle and he sniffed, moaning as he thrusted in and my warm hole took his hard cock. "Oh fuck you're tight...fuck it's so tight" he gasped, rotating his hips and pressing in. My own hard cock hanging between my legs waving and leaking precum as he pushed inside of me. "You like it?" I asked, arching my back and pushing my ass out more to slide over his throbbing dick. He nodded, hands on my hips as he pushed in more. "Yeah baby your ass is so tight, no wonder you wanted this dick," he laughed and slowly pulled out a bit, starting to pump in and out of me. I moaned, toes curling, as Marco grabbed my shoulders and started to take charge, picking up the pace and fucking me deeper now. "Mmmm fuck yeah, fuck me, fuck that tight hole," I begged as he worked me from behind. My body tingling and ass aching but feeling so good as he stretched it out. He took another hit of the poppers and then put a leg up alongside my body, mounting my ass to get better leverage. As he mounted me i felt his cock slide deeper in until I felt his low hangers slapping my ass. Marco started to hit his stride, giving me a fucking worthy of a porn star. As he spoke dirty to me in Spanish, asking me if I liked his big Mexican cock, if I wanted his dick in my pussy, and if I was his bitch, I gave in to his animalistic fucking, collapsing on the bed and letting this stud drill my ass like his life depending on it. I could feel his abs and pecs flexing as he leaned into me, sawing that big cock in and out of my hole. "That's what you wanted huh baby? You wanted papi to come fuck you with his big dick huh?" He whispered into my ear as I moaned and screamed into a pillow, begging for him to fuck me more. "yea papi, I wanted your cock so bad, fuck my tight pussy," I replied, totally taken over by the feeling of lust.

As he fucked me I could feel his cock jabbing my prostate, bringing me closer and closer, doing my best to hold back. Working in and out of my hole, Marco pinned me down, slamming into me hard. I could feel his body and nuts tightening as he fucked me, breathing heavily as we both took another hit and felt our bodies pound with passion. he grabbed my waist and turned me over, his dick still inside of me. With my legs on either side of him he leaned in to kiss me, me warning him I was about to cum. As our tongues I let go, my ass tightening as ropes of cum started shooting out all over my chest. My tightened hole clamped down on his meat, and he let out a stifled moan into my throat, as his body shook and he started to cum, cock throbbing even harder in my hole. We both came for what felt like an eternity, until he laid down on top of my cum soaked torso, his own cock pulling out of me and the very full condom full of his spunk.

"Fuck baby, u took that dick hard" he laughed. "I told you I wanted it," I said as I caught my breath. We laid there and kissed and made out some more before he stood up and showered with me, washing the cum and lube off each other. We toweled off, he got dressed, and kissed each other good night as he left. He texted me again, thanking me for the good fuck, and said he hoped he would do it again. Between his gf and my bf, who knew if it would happen, but given the empty feeling in my now very sore ass, I hoped we would.


That's chapter 1. Hope you enjoyed. I haven't really done this much. There are a few more stories to share from the 14 days I was alone and horny. I'll come back with chapter 2 soon.

[This is intended as a continuation of Part 2: http://www.lpsg.com/292464-the-size-adademy-2-[fan.html
which is itself based on Alysen's wonderful story. This new series won't make much sense unless you glance at the previous two. For now, a few more adventures of Mark and his oversized middle leg, 'Junior', before I branch out, maybe, in one or two new directions. I'd be delighted to get suggestions and comments:]


Mark came to at 6.30am. His sweet fiancée Karen was already in the shower, calling though to him that she had some work to do in town, and that she'd fixed up to meet with some friends for lunch later. Would he mind her taking the car? She leaned round the bathroom door, still dripping, hair tousled ... but even like that she looked gorgeous. He felt a familiar spasm: Junior waking up. Oh hell. Please don't leave me! Don't leave me with this! He didn't need to point to the commotion proceeding apace under the bedclothes - it was all too obvious. Junior's first erection of the day always came at breakneck speed, fast enough to make him dizzy with the huge diversion of blood it entailed.


"Hey! I'll see Junior later! And after his magnificent performance last night I can't imagine him being left alone for two moments together all day in this house. I'll have to fight them off you. Anyway, Jason said he'll take you to the gym first thing. Love you!"


He was still too groggy for coherent speech, but as she relented and came to give him a quick peck on the cheek and Junior a much more lingering caress, he had to let Junior's involuntary mighty surge do the talking for him. She was gone before he knew it.


Junior. Yesterday! Last night! Just five or six days after that amazing night when Junior had finally come of age and publicly shed every inch of his many inches of virginity in the full sight of everyone in this house: male 'instructors' and female students alike. Alysen, the mistress of size herself; Tiffany; and Chloe: all three of them, speared to the root of his monstrous fence post of a cock. Every last inch of it, buried, driven right in, out of sight, in three delicious pussies, which from now on could belong only to him in those deepest recesses which only he could fill and probe and stretch. Something he had thought for years could never happen. Granted, it had happened a few days before with some older ladies: three wonderful older ladies whose experience of child-birth, and of course their regular fucking by his new best friend Jason, had helped them manage the appalling challenge of his outrageous size. But with Alysen and Chloe and Tiffany, it had been public. The impossible had happened, and over the space of two or three hours he had overcome every obstacle and fucked all three of them to the hilt, flooding each one repeatedly with cascades of his sticky gunk. And then paraded each one round skewered on him to rounds of applause.


Oh fuck. That was never to be beaten, that night. But damn: now it had been. Another set piece for the whole Academy had taken place just last night. It was a variety performance of a sort that only the Size Academy could mount. First Joe had taken centre stage and to roars of approval from the other men and to the shrieks of the girls had sunk his sturdy eleven-incher into Sophia - that girl who one short week ago had declared herself equal to any man - sunk it and sunk it again it so many times that she was begging him to stop. He did stop - eventually - but only to ask whether she would like to graduate to the big boys' league. Between her groans she gasped that she'd like nothing more; well, here a lady's wish was a gentleman's command, at least that sort of wish was. So allowing no time for her stretched and gaping pussy to begin to close up, Tim with his brutally thick fourteen or fifteen inch 'Torpedo' was closing in on her, and beginning the next stage of Sophia's education, with noisy delight. To the accompaniment of the sound track typical of this establishment: moans and shrieks, obscene pussy farts and balls slaps, as Tim began the long process of resizing her. At the end of it all, despite the fact that she still had come nowhere near conquering the cruel bulge at his midriff which was Torpedo's special claim to fame - there was a smile on her face as she limped away. She knew she was exactly where she wanted to be.



The second act of the programme was very different. This time three of the most experienced students worked with Jason - certainly the most experienced and inventive cocksman at the Academy even if no longer the largest - to show the newer students all the possibilities that a truly enormous penis offers once a partner is fully adjusted and adapted to his size. Alysen, Chloe and Tiffany fucked Jason from every angle, in every combination, in every position. 'Alexander the Great' was in a tremendous state of erection as he was plunged into one pussy then another. It was a tangle of hands and fingers, mouths and pussies, always with Jason's enormous erection as the focus of the dance. It made Mark dizzy to watch; once again he was spellbound by the sheer stamina and the inventive talent of his friend. Not to say his amazing control. Hell, Junior would have had to shoot five or six huge loads already after that sort of display. As he watched, Mark was above all delighted that the further repeated stretching he himself had been administering to all three girls on at least a daily basis since last week was not preventing Jason's enjoyment of them, nor theirs of Alexander. Even better, later Jason told him that the huge further expansion and reshaping Junior had imposed on Alysen, Tiffany and Chloe had helped Jason himself risk being more adventurous.


"Man that Redwood of yours has hollowed them out: but hell: it gives me even more space for Alex to have his fun without risk of trouble. Good on ya, buddy!" And after that, he gave Mark his usual high five, before Mark himself stripped off for the grand finale of the evening.


How had it been? Well, you could say that it had all gone according to plan; that it had all been very much as expected. He was well used by now to the gasps of consternation from the three or four new entrants who hadn't seen Junior before. And indeed who hadn't imagined in their dirtiest dreams that anything like him could exist. He was well used to letting the sight, the length, the bulk, and the sheer vulgar extravagance of Junior, subvert and overwhelm not only the newcomers but also people who'd seen him before and who had wrongly thought they had the measure of him. No, Junior always retained the power to shock; no wonder, because Mark knew very well that however weird this was for a 24 year old cock, even one like Junior; he was still steadily growing. He was well used to the gasps and sighs he evoked as he underwent the lengthy process of erection, and he kept confounding those who thought that he couldn't possibly add any more length and bulk with yet another convulsion and stiffening and swelling.


And yes: he knew that Kathy and Erica were ready after all their demanding practice sessions with him, ready at last to pull the single remaining 'donut' off his mighty base and make the attempt to take him all the way. When Erica invited him to come in all the way, and the guys braced her against him so he could take her doggie style, he felt Junior tingling with lust and pride from base to tip. And yes; he had plunged in, implacable inch after inch after inch. What matter if he shot a huge stream of baby juice into her even before he was nine inches on his way? What matter if the vocal admiration of the onlookers and the colossal friction as he plunged in deeper drew another come from him seven or eight inches further on? No matter if a few minutes - and inches - later Erica's wonderful warm cunt contracting around him and flooding him with joy drew yet another, and drew such an inrush of blood into Junior that he felt ready to explode. He had the stamina and the commitment to persist; ten minutes later he had the wonderful confirmation of those final fat inches, squelching their way in. Home at last, and where he belonged. He cuddled Erica to him as he lay on top of her, pushed Junior in as deep as he could, and told her again and again how amazing she was.


And it wasn't surprising that Erica's best friend Kathy had repeated the miracle of putting Junior out of sight. Mark thought that it would have been very awkward, not to say sad, if one had failed where the other had succeeded. Though Kathy decided to take a different path, and asked if she could take Junior from on top, with Mark on the floor. Each fuck is different, as Jason was always saying, but it's all good. But, with help from the boys, supporting her, then pushing her down, inch by fat inch, she made it. Oh fuck, he'd forgotten just how great it was to let a girl make love to Junior, while he was free to absorb all the delights as more and more of his vast length and bulk was warmed, squeezed, cherished and titillated. Fuck, he hadn't done this since ... when? Yesterday, with Jill. Joe and Brandon asked Kathy if she was ready to go the final distance ... she groaned that it was now or maybe never ... they pressed down ... then one great rasping juddering pussy fart and she was sitting on his fat balls.


Another great night. Mark knew what the onlookers didn't ... he now had a 'harem' of no less than eight, all able to take his appalling penis to the hilt - five here in this house, two fifteen minutes away, and one, sad to say, the other side of the country. What a great night! Surely now he could put his fears and reservations about Junior firmly behind him. And he knew that the best thing of all was that he and Karen were making it work between them, that fraction by fraction, their love was 'deepening' every day. Once Kathy had been helped off Junior, Mark clambered to his feet and limped over to the front row of students, so they could give him a little TLC and maybe get acquainted with him as he gradually calmed down from his excitement. Mark looked over to Karen to smile his love to her. She winked. But not at him. Her eyes were on Jason and Alysen. They had some secret plan in store. The evening was not over yet.


The door opened and in came Jasmine. Tiny, sweet Jasmine. All four feet eleven of her. Oh Jasmine, you can't. Look at you, you are far too small. How can you find room inside your tiny body for that monstrosity? OK, you have managed Jason, all of him, and he loves fucking you, and you love fucking him. Yes, you have taken a lot of Junior. But not the whole of him. He's too much for you. I had been thinking of telling you to stop trying; it's too dangerous. Oh fuck. Sweet Jasmine. I can't. I won't.


But next morning as he lay in bed, Mark - and Junior - couldn't stop thinking about what had happened next.

It was the end of another hard day on the oil rig and Bob was feeling pleased with the
work he had done. There was that satisfying ache in the muscles that told him he had
done a good job. But as he sat in the bar and sank a quick beer he realized there was a
part of him that was far from satisfied.

He was feeling as horny as fuck and there was still two weeks to go before his shore
leave. It was hard to get enough privacy on the rig to have a really good stroke off session
but he would have to try somehow. There was no way he could hold out another two
weeks without some form of relief.

'Hey, what's bugging you?' his friend Jack asked.
'I'm just so fucking horny I don't think I can make it until I go on shore leave.' Bob
replied.
'You should do what I do.' Jack replied softly.
'What's that?' Bob asked.
'I get me a piece of ass.' Jack replied.
'But there aren't any woman...' Bob started 'no, please don't tell me that you...'
'I do.' Jack replied. 'A hole is a hole is a hole.'
'That's disgusting.' Bob said.

'Nah it aint.' Jack said. 'I thought so the first time, but once I stuck it in there...I tell you
it's just as good as any pussy I've ever had, even better if the guy really knows what he's
doing.'
'So who are you getting it off?' Bob asked. He couldn't really think of anyone who might
be into that sort of thing.
'You know Chris, the chef?' Jack asked.
Bob whistled out loud in surprise. Chris was six foot four and built like a brick shithouse
and with an attitude to match. Nobody fucked with Chris. Well, nobody but Jack, it
seemed.
'I don't believe you.' Bob told his friend.
'It's true. That guy's ass is the hottest thing I've ever fucked in my life. I don't really look
forward to shore leave that much since I started poking him.'
'But how? here?'
'He's got the keys to this store room that nobody else has access to. I tell you what, I'm
about to go round for a poke in half an hour's time. Why don't you come with me?'
'No way am I doing that!' Bob protested.
'Well, just come along and watch.'

To Bob's surprise he found himself agreeing to go watch Jack fuck Chris' ass. It was the
craziest thing he had ever agreed to but he was so fucking horny he figured any kind of
sexual activity was better than none. Chris was a little surprised when he saw Bob in tow
but Jack soon persuaded him to let Bob join in.

'Not a word of this to anyone on this rig or I'll bust your ass.' Chris growled, and Bob
knew he meant it.

After checking that the coast was clear and that nobody had seen them Chris lead the two
men in to his store room and locked the door. There were several sacks of flour stacked
on a pallet on the floor. Chris spread several tablecloths over the bags and Bob realized
he was preparing a bed of sorts.

Chris sat his big, bulky frame down on the sacks of flour and pulled Jack towards him.
Jack was about six foot tall and slender, but built tough as nails. There wasn't an ounce of
excess fat in his body. Not the handsomest of men, he had one thing that more than made
up for it in Chris' eyes. When he unzipped Jack's pants and tugged them down to his
knees he caught sight once more of that length of hose that flapped down over his big,
fuzzy balls. Jack's cock was eight inches long in the soft and even Bob was impressed.

Bob watched in amazement as Chris wrapped his meaty paw around that long fleshy cock
and then milked the foreskin back, revealing a waxy layer of yellowing cock cheese.
'Oh yes! I see you've been saving your cheese just for me!' Chris said. He sounded
breathless and strange.
'Damn! That is disgusting.' Bob cried.

But that isn't what Chris thought. He greedily lapped at Jack's cheese until he had licked
the whole head clean. It was now almost a plum colour and glistened with Chris' spit. To
Bob's amazement that already large cock grew another two inches, putting his seven
incher to shame. Large vein's bulged along the length of the shaft and Chris was going
crazy now feeding on that meaty fuck stick. Little gurgling sounds of pleasure rose up
from his throat where Jack's formidable weapon was now lodged.
'Hell! How d'ya do that?' Bob asked, but got no reply. Not that Chris could have given a
reply when he was being so royally face fucked.

Bob's own cock was now fully rock hard. He might have been disgusted by the thought,
but his cock had a mind of its own. He whipped it out and started to pound it as he
watched Chris devour cock like he had never seen it happen before. If only he could
teach Jenny how to do this. He wasn't too sure, though, about the way Chris' hands were
tugging on Jack's asscheeks and prying them apart. Every now and then Bob caught sight
of Jack's asshole and wondered why the sight excited, instead of revolted, him.

Chris got up off the sacks of flour and stripped off. His big beefy ass was covered in fur
as were his solid, tree trunk like legs. The man was like a mountain. His cock was beer
can thick but rather short and stubby, perhaps just three and a half or four inches long. He
had huge, monster nuts that were surprisingly smooth set against that hairy crotch of his.
Bob watched as he got a plastic bottle out of his pocket and then started to apply
something between the cheeks of his ass. Jack winked at Bob as he worked his angry red
snake, ready for its journey into the depths of the chef's meaty maw.

'Do you want first go?' Jack asked Bob.
'Can I?' the words seemed to escape from Bob's mouth. That wasn't what his head had
meant to say.

But before he knew what was happening Chris was rubbing some of that slippery stuff all
over the head of Bob's thick, circumcized cock and making it feel so incredibly good. As
if it had a will of its own Bob found himself standing behind that pale, hairy man mound,
as the chef bent over the flour sacks and pushed his rump up in the air, and then guiding
his hard straining cock into the crack and towards the bull's eye. He cried out in surprised
delight as his flared cap pushed past the guard of Chris' ring and started to slide into his
hot ass. Jack was right; to a sex starved oil rig worker this was the best fuck in the world.

Bob went crazy, gabbing hold of Chris' hips and pistoning into his fiery interior like he
was a blow up doll. But Chris was built to take it. This thick cock felt so incredibly good
as it bit into his ass. Later he planned to take Jack's abundant length, but right now he was
loving Bob's fantastic girth. The harder Bob fucked the more Chris responded; never had
Bob known sex like this. Usually Jenny was so silent during love making; even the
professionals he occasionally visited were never this vocal. This man's ass was born to do
it and it was doing it real good.

Bob was vaguely aware of Jack stroking his back and starting to slip a hand between his
cheeks. He thought he'd tell him to stop in a minute or two, but when he suddenly felt
something wet and warm on his ass lips he lost control. Fuck! What was that. It was just
the most amazing thing in the world and he bucked back against Jack's face eager for
more. Jack greedily ate his buddy's butt out while stroking his warm solid thighs. The trio
were lost in a world of hot, forbidden man sex and Jack wanted it as good as the other
two had it.

He gently eased a thumb into Bob's surprisingly loose hole. He waited for the howl of
protest but none came so he grabbed the lube and worked a dollop into Bob's brown ring.
Bob shuddered as the lubed up finger invaded his virginal hole. It felt so amazingly good,
like the finger was sliding up inside his cock and making it even stiffer than it already
was. Jack worked steadily on Bob's relaxing hole until he judged him ready for the next
step.

He got up and greased up that ten inch pole of his and gently rubbed it up and down Bob's
spit and lube slippery crack. Each time it brushed against his pucker Bob whimpered with
delight. He knew what he wanted but masculine pride prevented him from saying the
word. Fortunately Jack also knew what Bob wanted and soon began to gently inch that
hard fucker into his ass. Bob groaned as he felt the pressure on his ring. It felt as good as
having a really big, satisfying crap, only this time the traffic was going the other way.

After Jack had eased about six inches into Bob's ass he kept still and let Bob ride his hog.
The chef was babbling now as he edged closer to orgasm, with his hand flicking madly
over his stubby dick. Bob bucked against the ramrod in his ass, inflaming his nerves and
senses. His cock was so hard it hurt and he could feel the soles of his feet start to tingle.
Each time he stroked back and forth on Jack's slippery shaft it took Bob closer and closer
to the point of no return. When he heard Chris' animal grunts and growls as he off loaded
his ball juice it triggered Bob's own explosion. His knees buckled as he lunged all the
way into Chris' ass and cursed and shuddered as his cock erupted, spewing forth the
heaviest load of his life.

At that moment Jack whipped his cock out of Bob's gaping ass and quickly started
stroking himself off. Ten strokes later he was there, shooting jet after jet of steaming man
goo onto Bob's back. He smeared the fresh cream with its chlorine like smell into Bob's
smooth skin while the three of them struggled to get their breath back.
'Man, that was hot!' Bob said as he withdrew his happy cock from Chris' spunky wet
chute.
'Same time next week?' Chris asked.
'You bet.' Bob replied with a grin.

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I lived in Philadelphia for a glorious 20 years. The city has the Delaware river that Borders New Jersey and the Skuklow that runs in the middle of the city. Between the river and the railroad tracks there is walking path with great views or the river and some are hidden with trees and shrubs that the men and woman use to have indiscriminate sex.

I started walking the path for exercise but one day i ventured into the shrubs to take a piss and their was an absolute vision of manhood standing there with his running shorts down to the ground and a hard on like most of these men show on this site. The guy must have measured at least 10 inches and a great width. I stood there in awe and expected him to either arrest me or beat to death for starring at him. I started to feel a rise in my own pants when he approached me.

I went totally out of breath when he directed my head down towards his gigantic organ. I swear to U I have never had anything in my mouth before of since as large as his organ. He moaned slightly and only let me work on it for a minute. Then he lifted me up and took my slacks down and starting massaging my prick while he worked his finger into my ass. I really never liked fucking anyone but this guy had me so messmerized that I did not stop him. He then proceeded to turn me around and wet his prick with spit to try and attempt anal sex. I thought that this is not going to happen but he was so gentle and skilled that it only hurt for a second. He totally shot within a few seconds and that was it. He dressed and was on his way.

From then on it was like we were meeting in the bushes and this went on for at least a year. I am sure that he was doing the same to others but never a word was spoken between us. I mean never a word was spoken. I never did find out his name and when the spring rolled out from winter of the next year I never say him again.

I am sure that he was most likely a student of the University of Penn and graduated and then went on with his life. I must say that this chance sexualmeeting was a part of my life that I will never forget and have actually never told anyone until now. I hope that somehow he reads this story and to Him I want to say Thank U for all the wonderful sexual times and memories and U dear fella had the most beautiful cock and body that I have ever seen and lucky for me experienced

I thank U forever.

it just started to rain a little when i was leaving the house, i thought if it rains harder i will turn back but luckily for me it was light rain & soon it stopped, i went lightly dressed, sweatshirt & cap, jeans & sneakers wearing my open ass briefs under my jeans to give the men good access to my fuckhole.

I started by going in the bush, it was pretty quite again last night, not that many cruisers, but got involved with this big guy, when he saw me he fished out his soft cock, it was a thick piece of meat a good 8inches too. i started to suck him hard & then dropped my jeans & let him fuck me bare in the dark bush, at one stage i stopped & said to him, shall we take this to a bench, he agreed so i took the lead & took him to where there were benches in the dark, when we got there.

I positioned myself on the bench face down ass up, he was soon behind me stroking his thick meat getting it ready for my fuckhole, he lined up & slowly started to push inside balls deep, it felt so good, i sniffed my poppers & shared them with him, he was now pumping me deep, there was another guy who came by to take a look & when my fucker moved aside this other man who was black & i think he was homeless looking too, he started to finger my wet ass, it felt good, my fucker told him, get in there feel his nice hole, the black fucker lined up his cock, he had about 8 inches too but not such a thick one as the other fucker, he started to push inside me raw, again it felt so good being used ass up in the dark, i felt like a sleazy whore, getting nailed by 2 big cocked fuckers in the dark.

Over the next 30mins they switched places a few times & i was filled up with cum more times by these 2 fuckers. My fuckhole was now feeling pretty wet & full of anon cum, it felt nice. After they were both exhausted from filling me up like a willing whore, we thanked each other & parted ways.

Later on i was in another bush cruising & along came 2 men, they were younger & looked like from Afghanistan, i thought at first not more prostitute boys, they asked me if i was gay & if i was there for sex, so i said yes, The first guy said to me you want sex, i said yes & said to him follow me, i took him to where there were some fallen logs, his friend came to watch, i got face down ass up on the logs & this fucker was behind me real quick, his cock was nothing special but he got hard pretty quick when i dropped my jeans showing him my cum hole in my open ass briefs, he lined up & pushed inside bare, he fucked me roughly for the next 10mins & then when he was ready he pumped me full of cum.

His friend had gone for a short walk in the bush, when this fucker was done using me, i said to him, tell your friend he can fuck me too, i stayed ass up on the logs, the fucker went to find his friend & a few mins later his friend was lining up his bare cock to my wet cum filled ass, his friend had a thicker cock, he held my waist & pushed his cock in my wet cumm filled ass, he fucked me real quick & 5mins later he pumped me full of cum too, when he was done, he patted my ass cheeks & walked off, i was still on the logs ass up & full of cum.

After all that i decided to call it a night, it was late again around 03:00am by the time i got home.

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It had been the talk of the college ever since Mr. Baltimore came up with the crazy idea. Personally, I thought it was completely insane, but it was all in the name of charity, so what could I say?

I didn't plan on taking part, because a human auction sounded rather medieval, but I was in the minority, and as people began swiping up tokens, it was my best friend Cole who seemed the most interested.

"What's the worst that could happen?" He asked, as he purchased five.

"Uh, you could be stuck with a pretentious asshole for an entire weekend?" I scoffed, being shoved out of the way by students who seemed ravenous.

"Or" Cole grinned, sticking the tokens into his bag, where there were already ten waiting, "you could be stuck with Mason Creevey for the weekend" he nudged me and winked, and my face burned.

"Shut up" I scowled, and looked around to ensure that nobody had heard. "Besides, every girl in college is going to bid on him".

Cole nodded as we walked through the packed hallway. "Yeah" he said, "you're probably right, but wouldn't that be something?"

"He'd beat the fuck out of anyone who bids on him who doesn't have giant boobs and blonde hair" I laughed, and he agreed.

Mason Creevey was that guy. You know the one. Every college has that guy. He was popular because he was so damn handsome, and he was handsome because he was so damn good at sports. He played football, soccer, wrestling and I'm pretty sure he tried out for the hockey team just to prove that he'd be amazing at that, too. And he was.

Everything about the guy was ten out of ten, and of course, he didn't even know that people like Cole and I existed. He was so carefree that I don't even think he realised where he was most of the time, but that just made him even hotter.

His hair was almost as golden as his skin. He had those big, deep blue eyes that sparkled in the light. His features were sharp and stunning, and Christ, he was ripped. He was so fucking hot that it actually irritated me. Nobody should be that hot. Nobody.

Cole was the only one on the planet who knew I was gay. We told each other everything, and we were as close as brothers, so I came out to him when we were younger, and he'd been incredibly kind about the whole thing.

"Who knows" Cole shrugged, "maybe you'll get lucky".

"I won't get lucky" I scoffed, "because I'm not buying any tokens".



The auction was on Friday night. Ten students were up for grabs, and the rules were simple. Tokens were purchased for cash, all of which went to charity, and whoever had tokens could bid on the students. Five guys, five girls, and they had all agreed to spend the entire weekend with the winning bidder.

Mr. Baltimore hadn't thought it true too well. His innocent little mind assumed that the bidders would have the students doing chores or other mundane activities, but it took about three seconds before everyone turned the thing into a ferociously sexual ordeal. It was almost called off when one of the seniors explained, in great detail, how he planned to spend his weekend with Cara Lennon, one of the cheerleaders up for grabs, but alas, the night arrived, and the hall was filled with excitement.

"Who are you going to bid on?" I asked Cole, and although I wasn't partaking, I was rather excited myself.

"Not sure, Cara or Leanne maybe" he shrugged, though he didn't seem bothered.

"You've bought about a million tokens" I laughed, "and you don't even know who you're gonna bid on?"

He shrugged again, and I laughed again. He could be pretty weird sometimes.

Joseph Burrows was up first. He was a pretty hot young man from the swimming team, but he was a total douchebag. The one thing that I liked about Mason, other than everything, was that despite his popularity, and despite the fact that he was drop dead gorgeous, he seemed like a pretty decent guy.

Burrows stood on stage and flexed his muscles as people whistled and cheered. His own girlfriend had a vicious bidding war with some other girl, and stormed off angrily when she lost. The crowd seemed to love that.

"They're like wild animals" I sniggered to Cole, until Cara stood up and Cole made the first bid. "You're all like animals" I laughed.

Strangely, he only bid once and lost when the majority of the male students bid everything they had on her. The same thing happened with Leanne, and every other girl after that.

"You idiot!" I spat, as the last female was whisked away by the winning bidder, "you've wasted all that money for nothing".

"It's for charity" he laughed, as I shook my head.

Finally, Mason Creevey stepped onto the stage, and I could almost hear the sexual excitement from the ladies.

"Five tokens!" Someone called instantly.

"Ten!"

"Eleven!"

It mightn't have sounded like a lot, but each token was ten bucks, and for a bunch of broke college students, those tens added up! When it reached thirteen, even Mr. Baltimore looked excited.

"Wow!" He beamed, "it looks like Mr. Creevey is very popular" he called, and the girls all giggled as Mason flashed his beaming smile.

"Going once... Going twice..."

"Fifteen tokens!" Cole bellowed, and every single head in the room turned toward us.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I hissed, sliding down the chair, "are you crazy?!"

"Oh golly!" Mr. Baltimore gasped, "fifteen tokens?!"

I stared at Mason through my fingers, and expected him to be glaring at Cole, trying to decide how best to murder him, but the cute young man was smiling.

"Going once, going twice, SOLD to Mr. Grimes!"

The room fell almost completely silent until some awkward clapping sounded and Cole leaned over to me.

"Happy birthday" he whispered, and my jaw dropped.



There were very few things in the world that left me truly speechless. This, was most certainly one of them.

I sat in my living room and sitting across from me, Mason fucking Creevey lay with a bag of potato chips in his hand, munching loudly and nodding.

"You've got a nice place" he said, tipping the packet into his mouth, "are you an orphan or something?"

I was still trying to work out if this was real. Had my best friend really purchased the most beautiful man in the world, for me? Even speaking to the guy was magical. I felt like I'd met a celebrity, and my brain was wildly struggling to process that.

"Um... No" I managed, "my parents are uh... They're gone away for the weekend".

Mason nodded and chomped. "So do you want me to do anything?" He asked, in that sleepy tone that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. "Laundry or something?" He added with a laugh.

As mouthwateringly hot as the idea of having Mason as my slave was, there was no way in hell that I was ruining anything. In fact, I was almost prepared to switch places and pamper my handsome guest for the entire weekend.

"We could just chill tonight" I shrugged, trying to play it cool, "it's late, so... We could start tomorrow?"

Mason took a long sigh and smiled. "I was hoping you'd say that, man" he said, kicking off his trainers, "I'm exhausted".

"Oh yeah" I nodded, "I can leave you to get some sleep if you want. You can take the spare bedroom, or, I mean, whatever you want".

"Thanks" he half laughed, "but do you wanna watch a movie or something?"

My heart almost exploded. Of course, it didn't mean anything. People watched movies all the time! But watching a movie with Mason Creevey? My mouth began to water.

I handed him the remote and got the lights. I wasn't about to humiliate myself by choosing some stupid movie that he didn't want to watch, but I would have watched three hours of paint drying if that's what he decided. Thankfully, it was some old horror film.

Naturally, my eyes were more on him than the film. At some point throughout, Mason asked a question that I had dreamt about more than once.

"Hey, man" he whispered, "it's pretty warm in here, do you mind if I take off my shirt?"

Did I mind? The idea alone nearly gave me a boner, but once again, I played it cool and shook my head. Then I watched as Mason sat up on the sofa, peeled his t-shirt over his phenomenal body, and lay back, nude from the waist up.

By the time the movie ended, I had absolutely no idea what it was about. My eyes were strained from glancing over at the muscular young man, and even though I would have spent the rest of my life there, we were both tired.

"That was fucking scary" he laughed, sitting up so that his bare torso was fully visible, "probably shouldn't have watched that right before bed, huh?"

I forced a laugh as we got to our feet and Mason followed me down the hall.

"This is your room" I said, pushing open the door to the spare, "I'm right down the hall, if you need anything just knock".

"Sweet" he said, and stepped inside, "I'll see you in the morning, then".

"Yeah" I swallowed, "see you".

Mason was right about one thing. It was warm in the house. I stripped down to my underwear once I was in the safety of my bedroom, and squeezed my wet erection through the fabric. As embarrassing as it had been to walk from the college with a guy in tow, I'd never be able to thank Cole enough. God, I loved that guy.

I didn't usually sleep naked, but given the circumstances, I knew I was about to explode if I didn't crank one out before bed. I dropped my pre-cum stained boxer briefs onto the floor and slid into bed, gripping my dick as I pictured Mason once again.

I had truly never met anybody as attractive as him before, and the best part about it was that he was here until Monday morning! I wasn't sure how the weekend would play out, but shit, I was excited anyway.

My cock slipped through my wet fist as I thrust upwards and moaned silently. Even knowing that Mason was in my house was enough to cause an orgasm, and just as I reached that sweet point, a loud knock sounded and I dragged the sheets up to my shoulders.

"Um... Yeah?" I called shakily, my heart slamming and my face damp.

The door creaked open, and standing in the frame, wearing only his underwear, Mason Creevey grimaced.

"Sorry, man" he whispered, "this is gonna' sound fucking stupid".

I gawped at him. I could feel my eager cock twitching under the covers, desperately wanting me to finish what I'd started.

"W... What's up?"

"I should have mentioned" he continued, "I'm a bit of a wuss when it comes to horror films, would you um... Would you mind if I stayed in here with you?"

My brain exploded with excited panic. For a moment, it was so preoccupied with the question that I almost forgot to breathe.

"Yeah" I said, "I mean, no... I wouldn't mind. You can... If you want, I mean... It's up to you".

Even in the darkness, I could see Mason's perfect smile.

"Thanks" he said, shuffling in and closing the door behind him, "I can watch that gory stuff, but see ghosts and shit? Creeps me the fuck out".

Sure, my bed was a double, but Mason was a big guy and when he walked across the room, lifted his side of the sheets, and slid his solid body underneath, he instantly pressed against me.

I froze. The one night I lay there naked, I had company. I considered my options. How on earth was I going to spend an entire night next to the hottest guy in college, naked?!

"You're a cool guy, you know that?" He mumbled, grabbing a pillow and burying his head in it so that he was facing me as I stared at the ceiling.

"T... Thanks" I stuttered, wide eyed.

It took hours before I eventually managed to sleep. I had a bad case of blue balls. I was naked, and to top it all off, Mason Creevey was snoring in my ear. The snoring wasn't a problem, the fact that his warm, chiselled body pressed against me for most of the night was the problem, but at some point the exhaustion became too much to handle, and I drifted off.



When I woke, I almost forgot that I had suddenly become the luckiest young man in the world. I lay there for a moment, my eyes closed and my body exposed. I reached down, in a state of blissful unawareness, and rubbed my stiff, morning wood, and then it hit me, and I bolted up in the bed.

Mason wasn't there. I looked around, he was nowhere to be found, and I'd kicked the sheets off me in the middle of the night.

"Fuck!" I hissed, scrambling for my underwear.

Had he seen me? Did he get creeped out because I was naked? Hell, that would have creeped anyone out. I rushed out of the bedroom, stumbling as I tried to pull a sock on, and when I reached the kitchen, I almost cried with relief.

"Morning" the bulging hunk grinned from the table, lifting a cup of coffee as he sat there in his underwear once more.

"Oh" I said, sounding just as shocked as I actually was, "I um... I thought you'd left".

Mason sniggered. "You bought me, remember? Coffee's in the pot".

I wasn't much of a coffee drinker, but I would have drank dirty dish water if it pleased Mason. I sat down on the other side of the table, and he smiled at me with his eyes.

"Do you always sleep naked?" He asked, and I gulped.

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

"I'm really sorry" I said, my cheeks burning as a wave of embarrassment washed over me, "I didn't know you would um... You would... I mean, I just..."

"Relax" he laughed, "it's your house, man".

I didn't know what to say. There was nothing I could say. He probably thought I was some type of sick pervert, yet he wasn't acting like it.

"So" he said, swallowing the last of his coffee, "you've got two full days of my services, what would the young lord have me do?"

If I didn't know any better, I would have almost thought that there was a hint of flirtatiousness in his voice. But I did know better, so I put it down to him being polite.

"I... I um... I really didn't think about it beforehand" I winced, rubbing my neck, "I uh... I don't know".

Mason stood up, and I instinctively glanced at the large bulge inside his tight underwear. I swallowed, hard.

"Let me at least wash the cups then" he said, and his perfect eyes seemed to narrow slightly as he smiled and took both cups.

I shivered and watched him walk toward the sink. His ass was the most amazing one I'd ever seen. It filled out his underwear until they looked ready to rip, and through the fabric, I could almost see his flesh.

"You know" he continued, scrubbing, "Mr. Baltimore is a real smart guy".

"Is he?" I scoffed.

"Well, he pretends to be some innocent, air head college professor, saying words like ditto and golly, but I think he knew exactly what he was doing with this whole auction thing".

"You do?"

"Sure" he laughed, "giving a bunch of horny teenagers a chance to make their biggest fantasies come through, but doing it in a way that seems completely innocent? Yeah, he definitely knew what he was doing".

I smiled. Perhaps Mason was right.

"So what's your biggest fantasy, Matty?"

The words barely registered. I sat there, frozen to the chair as Mason dried the cups with his back to me.

"Oh... Uh... I don't really have any" I lied.

"Mine is that I'm taken to a house by some hot, horny housewife" he said, his back still turned, "kept there as some sort of domestic sex slave who she uses again and again, and again".

My cock stiffened once more. Hearing him talk like that was making me leak into my underwear.

"Maybe her husband ain't giving it to her" he continued, his hands now on the wet countertop and his ass cheeks clenching as he rubbed himself against the edge. "Maybe she needs a young, horny guy to fulfil her darkest desires".

I swallowed slowly as I watched him thrust.

"I could go for hours, you know? Over and over again until she'd cum so hard that she couldn't even speak".

A breath escaped my mouth sharply, and my eyes remained firmly on Mason's buttocks.

"I'd fuck her in every room of the house" he continued, dropping his head back, "every surface, every floor, every table. I'd fuck her so much that her husband would beg me for my secrets".

Mason turned around, and when he did, a large erection was pulsing violently against the inside of his underwear, and a large, dark, wet patch was visible at the tip.

"And then maybe I'd fuck him, too" he whispered.


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I had previously a posted a story, “My First Gay Experience,” that described how my roommate and I became lovers in our last year in college. I’ve decided to rewrite that entire story, changing the emphasis of some of the material, deleting some material and adding entirely new chapters. Below is a new chapter that I’m posting by itself before I soon post the entire edited and rewritten story. To put this chapter in context, I and my college roommate, after living as platonic roommates for four years, finally admitted to ourselves the emotional and sexual feeling we had for each other. We had jerked off for the first time just two days before, thinking this might might have been just a casual JO session between buddies. The next night, we realized that our feelings for each other ran deep. We fell into a deep embrace before heading into the bedroom for a passionate JO session and intimate exploration of each of our bodies. The chapter below begins at the end of that night.


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Jim and I were absolutely exhausted. We lay on the bed, quietly panting to ourselves until our breathing slowed down to a calm, steady rhythm. We rolled over and snuggled against each other, and after a few minutes fell into a deep, comforting sleep, our bodies against each other’s in a tight embrace.

My favorite part of the day is in the early morning before it’s time to get up, and I’m totally relaxed in a state somewhere between being sleep and awake. I’m aware of my surroundings but not really part of them, and I may still be in the middle of an ongoing dream which seems all the more real. This morning in the predawn darkness I was in bed, spooning Jim, my chest and abs against his back, our knees bent against each other’s and one of my arms draped up and across Jim’s chest, pulling him gently against me. At first, I wasn’t sure if this was a dream that I longed to be real, but then I remembered our last two nights and the sweet realization that this was, indeed, real. I began to feel myself getting hard, my penis swelling, becoming stiffer and stiffer, nestled in the crack of Jim’s backside. I reached my hand down from his chest and found Jim’s still soft penis. It’s kind of funny that over the last two days I had held his erection in my hand and had jerked him off, but this was the first time that I held his flaccid penis. It felt so warm and tender in my hand.

His penis didn’t remain flaccid for long. As soon as my fingers encircled his penis, he slowly bloomed into a glorious, rigid erection. I was aware of a slight, throb-like sensation as each heartbeat sent a new pulse of blood into his cock, hardening it even more. When we had jerked each other off before, there was that contradictory feeling of wanting to bring each other to orgasm as quickly as possible and yet wanting the sensations to last as long as possible without cumming. Now, I, and I suspect, Jim too, were in that delicious, semi-conscious state where we could savor every touch and let it last with no rush to climax, a dream come true.

When the two of us were absolutely rigid, I became aware that I was slowly stroking Jim’s hard-on with my hand while my cock was sliding up and down in the groove of his butt. Precum was leaking out of me, and my strokes becomes virtually frictionless and more pleasurable as my wetness spread . At the same time, Jim’s precum had filled the space under his foreskin, and I could feel his precum beginning to drip from the pucker at the the tip of his foreskin. With a seemingly mind of their own, my finger tips began to rub his loose foreskin around, letting me insert a finger underneath and run it in circles around his glans. Jim’s breathing became heavier and quicker, and he let out an occasional soft moan. He gave no sign of being awake, just one of lightly tossing around in his sleep. Whenever I found the sensations of my penis sliding within the groove of Jim’s crack becoming too much, I stopped moving , and I stopped stroking Jim hard-on. I wanted each of us to savor these moments of absolute stillness and pleasure as long as possible.

I felt no sensation of time passing or whether we were in this passionate embrace for just a few seconds or many, many minutes. I could feel Jim’s erection ever so slightly throbbing, almost trembling, in my hand, very different sensations from the rapid, powerful contractions of an ejaculation. This was my last recollection until we both woke up an hour or so later, still locked in our embrace.

As the morning sunlight broke through the window curtains, I slowly opened my eyes, aware that my soft penis was nestled in the cleft of Jim backside and was covered with a sticky wetness. Jim too began to awaken and was surprised to find the sheets by his pubes saturated in a pool of wetness, the edges of the area beginning to harden as it dried out. For a few seconds, neither of us realized what had happened, and we just lay there, close together. “I guess I had a wet dream,” Jim said. I replied that I must have had one as well, and we were both pleased with the coincidence. Then I became vaguely aware of the memory of what had happened. I described it to Jim but confessed that I wasn’t sure whether this was a dream or something real. The wetness surrounding my cock and on the sheets by Jim’s pubes betrayed what happened. “That was no dream,” Jim whispered.

We lay there for several minutes, savoring the memory of a dream that was oh-so-real. Surprisingly, neither of us could remember ejaculating or experiencing an orgasm, despite the tell-tale evidence to the contrary. I guess that sometime before the sublime moment of cumming, we each fell back into a deep sleep and were on total autopilot, rushing to relieve ourselves of the tension that was building inside our bodies before it exploded into what must have been the most fantastic, satisfying orgasm either of us had ever experienced. We are now eager to recapture those feelings again when we are awake.

Decided to go out Tuesday night for a change, it has been a while since i went out on a Tuesday night because the weather has been pretty crap, i went lightly dressed, sweat shirt, cap, jeans & sneaker.

No sooner than arriving in the park late i saw a previous fucker on a bench from a few months back, when he saw me he greeted me, he was away on holiday to visit friends & family in Turkey, he is a small framed masculine Turkish man with a good 8inches cut cock, good fucker too if my memory serves me well. I suggested to him - Does he like to fuck me again, his reply okay lets do it, i took him in to the bush where the fallen logs were, i got face down ass up on the logs, i was wearing my open ass briefs, he came behind me & got in between my legs & started to push his hard cock inside, it felt so good, being fucked raw by this man, he has serious stamina too, he fucked me very roughly for 15 mins non stop, grunting while he pumped me full of cum 2 x times. After he was done, i suggested let's take a break & fuck later again, he agreed & i left the bush full of his thick cum swimming inside me.

I decided to take a walk around the park, there was not much happening, some guy approached me, he again was small framed but masculine, he was obviously giving me eye contact, so i just asked him, you want some sex, he said yes, i said follow me, i took him to where the fallen logs are & got in the assumed position, he came behind me & said to me do i have a condom, i unwrapped a stealth condom & handed it to him & said put this on, he rolled it over his hard cock, i got face down ass up & he positioned himself between my legs, he pushed my legs further apart to give his body & cock better access, he was now pushing inside & started to fuck me, he was quite rough in his fucking, not sure if he noticed the cum in my ass from earlier but while he was fucking me, i could feel the condom splitting & then i felt his cock head inside my cummy ass, it felt so good, he fucked me pretty relentless, i think he had not shot his cum in a long time because for the next 30 mins he fucked me something silly, pumping me full of cum 4 times i felt him dumping his cum deep inside my now very wet cummy ass, i think he was aware that the condom had split & now he was going to use me to take his cock & cum.

When he was done using me, he pulled out, said thanks & moved out of the bush, i started to get up & my fuck hole felt very full of cum but it also felt good too, i had now at least 6 thick loads swimming around deep inside me.

I decided to take a break on a bench, i need to catch my breath after all that fucking.

Later on i decided to take a small walk up to the hill, when i arrived there the Turkish fucker was sitting on a bench next to another man, there were obviously friends together, i sat on a bench close to them, they both started to rub there crotch area & quite obviously looking at me, i think the Turkish man must have told his friend, i am a fucking cumdump, i stood up & turned around on the bench, i lowered my jeans & exposed my fuck hole for them both, face down ass up, they both came behind me real quick, for the next 5 mins they took turns fucking me ass up on the bench, i suggested let's take this back to where we fucked before, the Turk agreed that is a better place, so we all got up & started to walk back to the bush where the logs were, when we arrived at the logs, i got face down ass up again.

They both fucked me for the next 30mins, when 1 was done using me & fucking me full of his cum, he would slide out & let his friend take his place, this went on a few times & i think they both shot 2 x times deep in my cum filled ass. it was good being used like this, my ass was seriously full of cum now too, i find cum is the best lube too, when they were done, we all said our thanks & said till next time. I decided to call it a night, it was already late, it was 3am in the morning by the time i got home & my ass had been seriously fucked & was very full of cum. As always your input & sex stories are very welcome too.

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We both just got off work and were dog tired. "Let's go get a 12 pack on me" he said. Roland always was a drinker and nothing made him happier than beers after work, "cool let me call cassi and tell her we're gonna have some beers" I told him. "Pussy, she's got you in check!!" Said Roland. I told him "you see how hot she is? She sucks my balls after the gym all sweaty and licks my asshole fresh out the shower, you're damn right she's got me in check!!!" We both laughed about it, I told my wife about what we had planned and she said it was fine and that she was going to stay with her mom for the night anyway, so the beers started flowing!!! I was always curious about what Roland had between his legs because he had Sex with PLENTY of girls in hs, and anytime I asked him he'd laugh and just change the subject. I thought no way could he be average or smaller like me, he had to have a huge cock to get the girls he slept with. Soon we were finished with the 12 pack and I went and got an 18 pack, I kept in touch with my wife the whole night so she didn't think I was neglecting her, but halfway thru the 18 pack we both had a good strong buzz, and we decided to et something to eat, well after we went and got food Roland passed strait out on his bed, I was bored and horny. (I get horny every time I'm drunk or had a buzz) I looked at Roland and he was knocked out, I smacked his face a couple times, nothing, I flicked his package, not a single movement. So I told myself "now is the chance to see that cock!!!" I gently unbuttoned his pants and unzipped his zipper and he was freeballing!!! I could feel the precum leaking from me. I pulled his pants down a bit lower and I couldn't believe my fucking eyes... HE WAS THE SAME SIZE AS ME, MAYBE SMALLER!!! I kinda laughed about it thinking in my head, stocky and muscular Roland and you've got an average dick!!! I was expecting so much more lol!! I had never done anything with another guy but I told myself "I'm going to suck his dick and see how it feels to suck instead of being sucked" so I gave his small head a quick kiss to see if it would wake him up and of course, nothing he was out like a dead dog. So I started sucking and I enjoyed it!!! I started licking his balls and going pretty fast but decided to slow down because it may wake him up and I'd have no idea what to say!!! Well I thought I was done, BUT I WANTED MORE!!! He was a little under average fully hard, I deepthroated him with ease and could even lick his balls at the same time!!! So I went back to sucking and what happened next took me by complete shock....