When I was 19 I started drinking at a bar in a small town that I lived in and for a few months it took a while to meet and get to know a few people etc, eventually I got to know Vicky behind the bar quite well at the time she was married with 2 children she was much older than I but the more I went to the bar and had a couple of drinks most days of the week the more we got to know each other and enjoyed each others company,
Eventually she left her husband (who was quite a controlling person, didn't let her go out with friends or let her have much of a social life etc ) and started to come hang out with me on her nights off from the Bar which was usually a Friday, We had many good nights with some good laughs and it really seemed to cheer her up and we started getting closer,

After one Friday night out she decided we should go back to her place for a few drinks so we got the Courtesy Van to her place and we barely got in the door she grabbed me and gave me the most passionate intense tongue lashed kiss I had ever had and it literally blew me off my feet, she said she had been wanting to do that since we met because she thought I was cute, but it didn't stop there,
Vicky continued to kiss me as we both caressed each other and she slipped her hand into my pants and felt my hard cock through my underwear and she stopped in total surprise at what she had her hand around and continued to pull my pants down for a closer inspection, I knew you were cute but I didn't expect you to have a cock like this you sexy bastard she said...

She took me to her bedroom where there was absolutely no hesitation for us to tear each others clothes off each other and she gave me probably one of the most incredible intense blow jobs I have ever had almost like she had been starved of cock for her entire marriage, she took no time into getting on top of me and slipping me into her unbelievably wet pussy as she slid down slowly on my big hard cock she was letting out sexy little squeals as she took my entire cock into her pussy as well as ramming her tongue down my throat as she rode me slowly feeling every inch going into her biting my lip every time she slid down on my cock then she tensed up came all over me and my hard cock, I could feel her warm pussy juices all over my cock as she sped up and held on to the headboard and rode my cock like a woman possessed once more she tensed up but this time she was shaking in pleasure and bit my bottom lip as she came all over me for the second time, "I've never come this hard before you sexy hunk "

As we rolled over and I took her in missionary position all I could feel as I re-slid my Cock into her sopping wet pussy she wrapped her legs around mine and locked me in as I thrusted into her as she came for the third time her ass bucked up and she clawed into my back with her fingernails with her biting me on the neck as she let out a sexy moan, this was enough to send me into orbit with the combination of my cock thrusting deep inside her, her not letting me go and her nibbling on my ear I started to come and she knew it as her legs locked me in even harder and I was deep inside her I could feel the come fire out of my cock deep into her pussy as she kissed me and we locked eyes...

That was fuckin amazing she said as she kissed me once again as we were still locked in with each other, as we fell asleep like this until morning...

Let me know what you think. How's the pace? Too much detail? Enough action?

All Male College, 1957

I had the terrible feeling I had made a disastrous mistake that was too late to fix. Now that I had arrived at Middlebury to start my freshman year of college, I felt a rising sense of panic that I should have gone to NYU instead of this small, preppy college in the mountains of rural Vermont. The thought of living amidst the grit and tumult of Greenwich Village had scared the suburban Connecticut 18 year old kid in me who had grown up surrounded by expansive green lawns and shady trees. Now, at this moment, the thought of living in the middle of nowhere with all of these college aged young men – and no co-eds – scared me even more.

I stood in the window in the second floor student lounge and looked down through the panes of glass at the curb below. My father opened the passenger door of the car for my mother. It was her ’55 Ford Country Squire station wagon, the model with the wood-paneling on the sides. The way-back was now empty. The books and clothes and winter jackets and starched sheets that had shared the ride with me were now neatly arranged in my dorm room upstairs. My mother hesitated for a moment as my father held the door for her and said something to him I obviously could not hear. Would they look up at the building and search for my face? Would they give me one last wave good-bye? How could they leave me here?

Only a few minutes ago, I just wanted them to hurry up and go with the hordes of other parents who had dropped off their sons and left without fanfare. I had been eager to rip off the bandage of their departure so that I could get on with the new life that awaited – and terrified – me. Now, at this moment, I wanted nothing more than to get back in the car with them and return to West Hartford, the place from where I had wanted to escape for as long as I could remember.

My mother checked her hair in a hand mirror she pulled out from her purse. My father flicked his cigarette butt on the sidewalk. He looked up at the sky as if he were a pilot about to climb aboard a plane and fly it away. He lit another cigarette and got in the car. They did not look up at me for one last wave or one last look at their only son. Instead, they sped off without looking back, and I was left only with the memory of our awkward farewell.

“Good luck, son,” my father had said as he had shaken my hand.
My mother had pressed an imaginary crease on the lapel of my blue blazer and straightened my tie. “Your father and I are very proud of you.”
“Yes, Mother.” I had responded with an ersatz formality I had summoned from deep inside, because I thought the situation and my parents were calling for it. The forced stoicism all seemed so ridiculous. The sad part of it is, I desperately wanted to be hugged and held by both of them, if even just briefly. I am a different kind of parent than mine were and would have hugged me tight if I had been them. But, back in 1957 when I was 18 and starting college, parents were afraid their sons would turn into fairies if they showed them too much affection.

The truth was, my biggest fear was that I just might be a fairy. That thought terrified me to my core, more than the fear that the Russians would drop an atom bomb and start a global thermonuclear war. Yes, I genuinely liked girls. I had even creamed in my pants as I finger-fucked Alison, my girlfriend, just last weekend. It had been in the back seat of the Ford Woody that had just whisked away my parents and my former life. Surely, that meant I wasn’t a fairy or a homosexual or a gay or a fruitcake or whatever people called people who shared some of the same feelings that people like me sometimes have, right?

It was also the truth that Alison had a diabolical way of stringing me along to the point of my extreme sexual frustration, but never giving me exactly what I wanted or needed when I wanted or needed it. For someone who was bored by baseball, she marked the boundaries of her sexual limits with bases, and it was pretty clear to me that she was protecting “home base” for as long as she could. The pattern was simple. First, we would kiss. Then, I would spend a few minutes rubbing my hand against the rigid wire undercarriage of her bra. She would pretend to resist by whispering me for me to stop while kissing me even harder.

After she dispensed with the faux resistance, she would let me go to second base. I would unhook her bra and release her large, but firm breasts. I would bury my face in them and savor the cool smoothness against my face. I would suck her nipples until they were hard and wet from my tongue. My cock throbbing like a hound at a tether, I would press against her and move my hand to reach under her dress.

Sometimes, she would reach down and give my boner a squeeze. The first time she had felt it, she had gasped. I had never seen a hard cock other than my own. But, I knew from my furtive knowledge of The Kinsey Report, that the 7 ½ inches I have is bigger than average and that I should be proud of the handful that I have going on. I would continue to press my rod against her while we kissed, each time hopeful there would be more. Then, invariably, she would stop me, and I knew she meant it. The passion would ebb from my body and brain. Soon my boner would subside, my balls still aching. I would drive her home, the silence laden with my sexual frustration.

This past weekend, however, she let me take matters further than she had all summer. She let me unbutton the top button of her jeans and let me slide my hand down through the top of her underwear. In the darkness, I slid my middle finger over the wetness while she moaned quietly. She did not put up any pretense of resistance or tell me to stop as I lingered on third. It felt so warm and wet and good. I was sure I was about to slide into home base.

“Maybe at Thanksgiving, if you still love me,” she had said. “We’re both going away to college, and we are both only 18.” I kissed her and continued to slide my finger over her wet slit and gently inside her. That was the most hope I had ever been offered of losing my virginity. My cock throbbed even harder in my khakis in a way that seemed to match my pulse. The more I kissed her and slid my finger over the slippery opening of her pussy, the more aroused I became. My hips moved back and forth in a slow grinding motion against her leg. Soon, I felt that all-too-familiar feeling and knew I was passing the point of no return.

There was no hope and no thought of stopping it. That churning, rushing, dizzy feeling came over me, and I was shooting burst after burst of warm semen into my underwear. I stifled a moan, because I was embarrassed at what was happening. I was afraid Alison would be repulsed and think I was a pervert. My breathing increased, but otherwise I did little to give away what happened. My cock was a pulsing, gooey mess, and I hoped the mess wouldn’t leak through my pants. In the darkness, there was no way to tell. I didn’t care. It felt too good.

I pulled up in front of Alison’s house, which was dark. We kissed again, and she said how close she felt to me. I said I felt the same way. I held her hand as we walked up the pathway to her door in the darkness and made plans to see each other at Thanksgiving. Just before we reached the porch steps, the lights at the front of the house suddenly snapped on and blazed the steps with blinding brightness.

In an instant, the front door opened, and there was Alison’s father. He smiled disingenuously. He was always polite to me, but not-so-deep down, I know he despised me. In his mind, I was not the responsible college boy next door with the bright future. I was just some guy who wanted to fuck his daughter. He had just started to ask how our evening was when he stopped mid-sentence. He had caught sight of the shameful semen stain that was now the size of a slice of baloney across the crotch of my rumpled khakis. My stomach lurched in fear and I placed my hand on the wet stain. But it was too late, and the stain was too big to hide.

His eyes narrowed to slits. “Good night, Jack. Good luck at Dartmouth.” He pulled Alison inside and slammed the door shut.

“Actually, it’s Middlebury,” I muttered to myself as I walked back to my car, wondering how I could ever face either of them again.

I was really horny for Alison and desperately craved for more than she was giving me. But, my other undeniable truth was that I also liked men. It scared and confused me to think that as much as I ached to distraction for pussy, I also had the “devious homosexual tendencies” you would sometimes read about in psychology text books or in newspaper articles about police raids of bars that catered to the homosexual. If I was your normal, clean cut, wholesome boy next door, why did I sometimes have the abnormal, deviant desire to look at and maybe even touch a guy’s cock, preferably a big one? It had never happened yet. But, as I looked at all of these undeniably good looking guys who would be my classmates for the next 4 years, could I trust myself to keep those thoughts safely to myself?

This story is a sequel to My First Year in College which you can read entirely on this thread.

The action takes place around 9 years later in a whole different setting. You don’t have to have read the first book to enjoy the story but I would still recommend to do so as it will for sure better your experience.

Tyler is happily engaged when his life takes a dramatic turn. After a couple bad decisions, he ends up in California State’s Prison. Surrounded by bad boys, hot guards, and a lot of testosterones, is Tyler going to manage to keep himself out of troubles?

This story is purely fictional and all characters featured are above the age of 18.

The complete story of My First Year in Prison (all 24 chapters) is already available on my Patreon. You can subscribe for the price you choose and it helps me a lot keeping up with writing. There are multiple other gay erotic stories, bonus chapters and spin off content available on there. Thank you for the support! https://www.patreon.com/thomaslodge

All of that being said, I hope you will enjoy reading all about one of Tyler's craziest year of his life.

Charlie sat in class struggling to pay attention to his lecturer, his mind kept going back to the thought of what awaited him back at his dorm room. He had recently purchased a new fleshlight, one designed to accommodate his rather modest cock, and even though he had only had it for two days he had used it over half a dozen times, abusing it as much as he could with all 4.5 inches of his thin dick. Even the thought of it sent blood surging to his meat, and at first he was concerned someone might notice it if he stood up but even as he thought of that he knew no one would. Charlie was 6’8” tall with short cropped black hair, he had a solid muscular build honed from years on a lacrosse team, but having such a big build made his already small cock appear even smaller, something that always vexed him.

He was always having girls approach him, as he knew he was an attractive target, but after a handful of disappointing hookups in his first year of uni, where he failed to satisfy any of his sexual conquests, and even a few humiliating scenarios where a couple of girls laughed at what he was packing and wouldn’t even touch him, he had all but given up trying to fuck and instead resigned himself to the fact that if he wanted to put his dick in something then he would have to use toys instead.

Now, sitting in class, the fleshlight was all he could think about and his small cock was filling his boxers with precum. The lecture ended and he packed up his stuff with lightning speed and was the first out of the door. He raced back to his dorm room and straight upon entering he kicked off his shorts and freed his short but throbbing dick, he knew he wasn’t going to last long, his cock was already on the verge of release. He opened his bedside drawer and was shocked to find that his fleshlight was missing. He was instantly confused and tried to remember where it could be, then he suddenly remembered that he had left it in the shower that morning after cleaning his out from his morning wank. Charlie started panicking then, his dorm room connected to a bathroom that was shared by the dorm room, Boyd, on the opposite side of it. Charlies heart raced as he thought that maybe his bathroom dorm mate had seen it.

Entering the bathroom, Charlie was horrified by what he saw, his fleshlight was sitting on the sink on its side, the entrance hole was gaping wide and even torn, and there was a huge pool of fresh cum pouring out of it. Charlie raged with anger and he picked up the fleshlight and barged into Boyds dorm room.

“What the fuck did you do to my toy you little--” Charlie began to rage at Boyd who was seated as his desk, but his anger was halted as he took in the scene in front of him, Boyd was completely naked at his desk, showing off his short and very skinny frame. But what shocked Charlie was the gigantic cock that was sitting between Boyds legs. At least 7” long even completely flaccid and it was as thick as a red bull can, with 2 huge veins running its entire length leading up to an uncut mushroom knob, and at its base was a huge bush that looked very out of place on the otherwise hairless twinky body.

“What did I do to it?” Boyd replied calmly, trying to hold back his laughter as he saw his dorm mate, who had over a foot of height on him and was way more muscular, struck dumb by the sight of his own cock. Boyd couldn’t help but notice Charlies own cock was miniscule compared to his own.

“Ye-Yeah! Why is it like this?” Charlie answered, recovering himself from the initial shock and renewing his anger.

“Because I fucked the shit out of it,” Boyd laughed, “It was crazy tight too, I’ve fucked fleshlights before but that thing was sooo tiny wrapped around my massive dong bro, that’s why I filled it up with so much jizz!”

“What made you think you could use it, dude?” Charlie replied, his anger subsiding as he was shocked by his dorm mates comments.

“Look man, my dick needs to cum like 4 times a day just to be kept at bay, it drives me nuts but its just so big that it calls the shots, not me,” Boyd said, standing up and letting his cock fall between his legs as he approached Charlie, the difference between Charlies rock hard small dick and Boyds fully soft huge cock were crazy, “You’d understand if you had a real dick bro, not that little nub you got throbbing there!”

“What the fuck man… what do you mean?” Charlie replied, suddenly overcome with intimidation by the sheer confidence and cockiness of this short skinny nerd in front of him.

“What I mean is you have a tiny dick, that thing is just sad bro! Fuck I cant even remember when my cock was that small! This thing here is a mans cock,” Charlie said, grabbing his huge softy and slapping it against the palm of his other hand, making a loud thud sound with each smack, “And that little thing you’ve got is a bitch dick!”

“Fuck you…” Charlie responded, his eyes transfixed on the huge cock in front of him, unknowing to him his own small cock was freely pouring precum from the scenario.

“You know it’s true man, you must have realised when you bought that fleshlight, I looked it up when I was done with it and saw it was designed for guys like you with tiny dicks,” Boyd was laughing as he kept swinging his cock around, feeling it start to get harder and harder as his dorm mate stared at it, “guys with dicks so small that they couldn’t get a piece of pussy even if they tried, I bet any chick that’s ever seen that thing wouldn’t be able to stop laughing long enough to even get it off!”

“That’s not true…” Charlie stuttered, “I-I didn’t even know it was for… small dicks…”

“Oh really?” Boyd laughed again, “So you don’t think you have a small dick?”

“No I don’t… I’m average! Hell I’ve fucked chicks who couldn’t even take how hard I could pound them out!” Charlie lied, trying to regain control of the situation.

“We both know that’s a lie man,” Boyd chuckled, “You’re really gonna stand there in front of me with that tiny dick exposed, and try and say that you’re average and some big man on campus?”

“Just because I don’t have a gigantic freak dick like you, doesn’t mean that mine is small! Yours is just massive!” Charlie defended.

“Yeah it is massive isn’t it?” Boyd said, his cock getting bigger and bigger by the second as it grew harder and harder, “It’s a massive fucking dong, that split your little dicked toy in half and then spewed a bucket of cum inside it, because that’s what a real cock does.”

“Fuck you… I do have a real cock…” Charlie said, uncertainly.

“Take a look at the difference between our cocks bro,” Boyd said, holding his huge and fully hard cock out in front of him, “Now tell me these even look like the same organ! Mine is big and fat and hairy and veiny and just plain massive, and yours is skinny and ugly and short! I mean how big even is that thing? Like 4”??”

“Its 4 and a half!” Charlie defended, instantly regretting it as Boyd burst out laughing.

“Oh wow!” Boyd struggled to say in between laughter, “you said that with such confidence! As if you were so proud of it!”

“Come on man…” Charlie said, his cheeks turning red with embarrassment even as his cock throbbed out another huge glob of precum onto the floor between them.

“Man my fat donkey dick is over 9”!” Boyd said as he finally stopped laughing, “I’m over twice your size! And my cock is easily twice as thick as your skinny dinky nub! So I’m probably 4 times your size! No wonder your little fleshlight split so easily!”

“Man whatever… yeah your cock is huge and yeah my dick is small… but come on man, did you really have to ruin my toy?” Charlie pleaded.

“Like I told you bro, this thing calls the shots,” Boyd said, stroking his long pulsing cock, his hand not even reaching around it because it was so thick, “Every time it gets hard like this, I have to drain it, even now its throbbing and I’m gonna have to bust a load or it won’t go away, and I cant exactly walk around with this thing pulsing, everyone would see it straight away, I can’t exactly hide it like you could!”

“Dude can you not stroke your huge cock in front of me, that’s gay as fuck…” Charlie said, his eyes glued to the hand sliding up and down the massive pole in front of him.

“You’re the one looking bro! You could’ve left ages ago, but you cant take your eyes off my massive pussy-splitting fuck meat!” Boyd laughed as he continued stroking, “I bet you’re wondering what it feels like? What a REAL mans cock feels like… aren’t you?”

“Fuck you!” Charlie said, even as his cock pulsed again and he could feel himself strangely getting close to cumming, even though he hadn’t even touched his cock.

“Go on man… I don’t mind…” Boyd said, letting go of his dick and stepping closer to Charlie, swinging his hips side to side so his huge and heavy meat swing back and forth, “Feel it… you know you want to… you know you want to know what a proper big fat dick feels like to hold in your hand… I bet you’ve spent countless nights tugging away at your puny little pathetic dick wishing it was bigger, hoping one day it would grow and that you wouldn’t have to beg real men like me to not fuck and ruin your toys just so you can simulate fucking, because you know that you will never find a chick that will let you fuck her properly…”

“I don’t—that’s not true—I-I-I… fuck…” Charlie sputtered as he felt his tiny dick throb with each commanding word from this short, scrawny, yet so hung and so superior guy in front of him.

“You’re so sad dude… all those muscles and all those looks, yet you’re just a little dicked wimp who deserves to spend his days on all fours with your ass in the air getting fucked by real cocks like mine…” Boyd laughed, “you know that’s the only way you’ll ever be able to please anyone right? Not with your tiny, useless, skinny, pitiful penis, but instead with your tight, warm, deserving fuck hole.”

“Fuck…” Charlie grunted, knowing its truth, “That’s not true!”

“Oh yeah?” Boyd asked, “Then why are you still here? I think you love this, you love hearing how inferior you are to me, I bet it’s a relief to finally accept what you are… go on… this is my last offer… stroke my giant, fat, throbbing cock… or fuck off.”

“Goddammit…” Charlie whispered, and he tried to turn away, to leave the situation, to just turn around and go back to his room, but instead he found himself dropping to his knees and being eye to eye with the giant cock in front of him, then he felt his hand reaching forward and then his fingers wrapping around the shaft. It was so big, bigger than he expected, and harder than his own cock, the only way he could describe it was that it was more meaty than his own. And before he knew it, he was stroking it, feeling how superior it was over his own cock. He knew in his heart, that whatever he had between his legs, it wasn’t a cock, it wasn’t designed for fucking. This cock was a real cock.

“That’s right bitch… right where you belong… on your knees serving my huge hole stretcher…” Boyd laughed.

“Thank you…” Charlie heard himself say, and he knew he was truly thankful.

“Good boy… Tell me what you feel…” Boyd said, teasing his new cock worshipper.

“Your cock is so big, it just feels so different to my little penis… it’s fatter and harder and so much longer, and just better…” Charlie moaned as he now stroked the huge pole with both hands, his own small penis throbbing and pulsing, begging to cum.

“That’s right… it IS better than your little dick… you don’t even deserve to fuck… that thing between your legs is no good to anybody, is it?” Boyd asked, feeling his cock churn with cum.

“No it’s not… it’s useless… even I don’t like playing with it… it’s nothing compared to THIS…” Charlie moaned back, stroking the superior cock faster and rougher.

“This is what you deserve isn’t it?” Boyd asked, knowing the answer.

“Yes…” Charlie replied, overcome with lust, and giving into these new feelings awakened within him, “my place is to serve real cocks like yours dude…”

“That’s good slut… I’m getting close to cumming now… where do you want me to shoot?” Boyd asked, feeling his balls ready to explode.

“All over my smaller dick bro… shoot your hot jizz all over my small dick… please.” Charlie heard himself pleading.

“Fuck! Here it comes bro! don’t stop milking my giant fat fuck stick!” Boyd roared as he felt his balls tighten and his cock start to erupt with cum, Charlie stroked faster and faster, aiming the massive knob at his own pathetic penis, Boyd grunted with pleasure with every shot of cum, “Take every fucking drop of my thick jizz from my fat. Fucking. Huge. Monster. Dick!”

“Fuck! Yes sir!” Charlie cried as his own cock erupted with cum all over himself, without ever being touched, as it itself was coated with load after load of fresh, warm cum from the superior dick in his hands, “Thank you!”

“Fuck!” Boyd grunted after what felt like an eternity of cumming, before slumping back into his desk chair, his huge dick finally leaving the grip from his dorm mate, “You really know how to work a huge dick, never having owned one bro!”

“Thanks…” Charlie grunted, getting to his feet, completely covered with a bucket of cum from both his and Boyds cocks.

“Well you don’t sound too enthused now that you’ve cum bro?” Boyd asked, putting his hands behind his head, his huge cock softening but still twitching in Charlies direction.

“I don’t know if I should have done that…” Charlie answered, the reality of the situation hitting him like a brick wall.

“Oh bullshit… you loved it!” Boyd laughed, “I bet even know a small part of you knows that you’ll be giving up your tiny little asshole to me in a few hours when my giant, fat cock gets hungry again… and you’ll beg me for the opportunity to ruin your little cunt just like I ruined your fleshlight… aren’t you?”

“Fuck…” Charlie said, his eyes yet again focusing on the huge cock in front of him before looking at his own tiny shrivelled up penis… “Yes.”

Hi,

I am looking for a very specific story or anything that fits this description: Guy has small penis, gets embarrassed in some way, grows larger penis, gets revenge.

Anybody know of any stories that fit the bill?

Thank you!

This will be a collection of stories about daddy/boy types. Hope you enjoy.


Part 1

“Mr. Andrew! It's so good to see you again.” I said excitedly to him.
“It's good to see you too Ty,” he answered back with a bright smile.
It had been nearly eight years since I saw Mr. Andrew. Last time I was 15 and he was about 37 when we both were living in the same neighborhood in New Orleans. Katrina changed all that, but he was always in my mind. As a kid with much older brothers away at college and busy parents, I kept myself entertained by reading and other inside activities. Mr. Andrew lived a few houses down with his elderly mother. He seemed like a cool guy and I had enjoyed visiting and talking with his mother. This was back when I didn't fully understand my sexuality nor was I really attracted to him. He just seemed like a cool father figure type. I remembered there were a few times he took me to football and baseball games though I wasn't so into them. He had kind of a father son relationship. I had some good memories with him and his mother though.
“It has been such a long time,” he said to me as his strong muscular arms hugged me. His hair was short and he had a nice stubble around his face, which I liked. I felt my face getting red, because I didn't remember him looking this hot last time. He had aged well and was in better shape than before too. He was about 6'1, nice muscles, a strong jawline, and I had definitely noticed that bulge.
“It has. I was really surprised when I got your friend request on Facebook. It took me a long time to figure out who it was!”
He laughed whole fully. He put his hand on my lower back and lead me into the house.
“You look really good Mr. Andrew,” I said without any pretense.
He smiled, “Me? How about you kiddo. You're not so chubby or a kid anymore. Quite the young man. And looking good too.”
I blushed. I knew he was referring to me when I quite chubby with my bowl haircut. We sat down on his sofa and he offered me a beer.
“So what have you been up?” He asked taking a sip of his beer.
“Nothing much. I finished college last year. Now I'm working on my Masters.”
“That's wonderful.
“How about you Mr. Andrew.”
“You don't have to call me Mr. Just call me Andrew. Well, as I told you, my mom passed about two years ago. My company is doing well and I guess that's about it.”
“So there isn't a Mrs. Andrew?” I joked and he gave a laugh. “Well, I'm sure there are a lot of wanna be Mrs. Andrews then.” I knew a man who looked as good as Mr. Andrew probably had a different woman every week in his bed.
“No, there isn't a Mrs. Andrew. I'm quite single and haven't met anyone in awhile.”
“What about you? Any girls?”
I laughed and then looked down at my beer. I felt comfortable enough with Mr. Andrew to let him know, “Well, actually, no. Cause I'm gay.”
“Oh,” he simply said nodding his head.
In that moment I felt awkward and wasn't sure if he was going to say something to me. To my surprise, he put his arm about my shoulder and said, “Hey, it's fine.”
He gave me a smiled and asked with pretended seriousness, “So any guys then?”
“No, but I wish,” I joked.
“I'm sure you'll find someone, or at least have some fun soon.” I took a peak down at his crotch and damn that bulge was tempting. If he only knew.
“Come on, let's have dinner.” With that we ate and caught up on old times. He showed me to my room and I got ready for bed.
I was stripped down to only my tight and short boxer-briefs, debating what shirt I wanted to sleep with. I was average build, but I knew I had a nice bubble butt any guy would want to take for a ride.There was a knock at the door. Without even thinking and completely forgetting how under dressed I was, I said, “Come in.”
The door open and I swallowed hard. There Mr. Andrew was in also a snug grey boxer-briefs. His shoulders were wide and strong. He had quite muscularly arms. His thighs looked strong as though he played rugby or something. And he has amazing pecs that were lightly dusted with dark hair. His abs weren't super defined, but they were enticing nonetheless.
“Hey, sorry. I just wanted to see everything was okay and that you had everything in your room.”
I blushed trying not to get a hard on. “No I'm fine Mr. Andrew, thank you.”
“I told you that you didn't have to call me Mister,” he smiled.
I gave him a bit of sass and said, “Alright, thanks daddy.”
He laughed hard, “Daddy huh? Then should I start calling you son?”
I kind of rolled my eyes and smiled.
“Hey, is your shoulder alright?” My shoulder had a slight cut of it from hitting a cabinet door the other day. He came closer to take a look at it and he rubbed it with his fingers. He was so close to me that our bulges slightly brushed against each other. He needed to leave or I was going to embarrass myself.
“No, I'm fine, I hit something the other day.”
“Okay, night son,” He joked as he walked out and closed the door. I lied on my bed and I had a tent up. Fuck, I thought. This was turning out to be a bad idea. All I could think of was Mr. Andrew and how I wanted him to fuck the shit out of me. I wasn't sure if it was the weather or Mr. Andrew that was making me so hot.
I woke up some time later to see it was just barely 1am. I was covered in sweat. My room as hot. I got up and went to the kitchen to get some water. I heard his room open and he came into the kitchen too.
“Sorry, did I wake you?”
“Nah, I was doing some work and couldn't sleep. Everything's okay with you? You look like you've been exercising.”
I shook my head, “No, it's just really hot in my room.”
He gave me a confused look, “Oh, let's go take a look at it then.”
We walked back into my room and it was noticeably hotter in my room. “Damn, it's hotter than outside in here!” He said while putting his hand up to the vent. “Yea, I think there's something wrong. Sorry about that. Let me see... You can sleep on the sofa, it's big.”
He looked at me then added, “Well if you don't mind, you can just sleep in my bed for tonight until we can fix the AC in the morning. I have a king size bed.”
I wasn't' sure what to do. I didn't know if I could handle myself in a bed with this hot man. I guess I wasn't thinking of all when I said, “Okay if you're fine with it.”
He shrugged his shoulder and said, “It's fine with me. Come on, let's get to bed.”
We entered his room and it was so much cooler. We hopped into bed on opposite side, but there was no way I could fall asleep.

This is a story that has been going around in my head for awhile. All characters are 18 or over and for the most part the story is m/m but there may be an occasional m/f chapter depending on how many chapters I put up. This story is before Apps like Grinder, Tinder, etc. existed. Also it was during a time when being caught doing something gay could get you thrown out of the non secret version of the organization. You should easily be able to figure out what group is being talked about.

I had been talking for a long time on AOL with another person in a youth group I belonged to. We both were 19 and now considered adults in the group. We had both been counselors at summer camp, me at a local camp, him at a high adventure camp in New Mexico. We also talked about different things we did in the organization while we were youth members. We were also both bi. I didn't have a lot of experience. Still a virgin with girls, but played around a little with guys.

I was invited by my local group to go with them to the summer camp in New Mexico on a 50 mile hike. This was my second time going there but the first time as an adult. I signed up as soon as they told me about it and got on AOL to tell Joe. He was also excited and told me that he wasn't sure whether or not he would work there this year or not, but he hoped he would. He was one of the back-country staff members. Right before leaving for New Mexico we had the following conversation.

Joe: Do you want to have lots of "fun" at camp this year?
me: Of course, but what do you mean by "fun", instead of just fun?
Joe: Do you want to have lots of sex?
me: Sure, but how can I do that without risking getting thrown out?
Joe: I can't go into any more details, but on the night you arrive go to building 15 at 2:00 in the morning. Enter at exactly 2:00 and wait until at least 2:15.
me: OOOOOOk.
Joe: At some time you will have to answer several questions, but you have to answer the first two questions exactly or they will throw you out.
me: Go ahead.
Joe: They will ask, "Why are you here?" and you will have to answer, "To have a lot of fun." They will then ask, "Who sent you to us?" and you will answer, "Joe McDonald". If you answer anything else they will throw you out of the room and your adventure at camp will be like everyone else's, but if you do this and answer all the other questions they ask honestly, you will have lots of "fun".

The next day we left for New Mexico. We landed in Colorado Springs, spent a few days exploring there and getting use to the altitude. Went up Pikes Peak and then drove via bus to New Mexico. Everything at camp check-in happened as expected and I looked around for building 15. It turned out it was one of the shower-houses on the far side of camp. Not near anything else. It looked like it use to be used but not anymore.

At 1:45 in the morning I made my way out of the tent to the shower house. I saw another guy lurking around watching the door and watching me. At 2:00, both of us went in. Both of us kept looking at each other, but didn't talk to each other. Both of us looked very nervous. At exactly 2:15 the lights went out. We heard the door open and at least 4 people came in. I couldn't see anything about them. A voice from the darkness all of sudden rang out.
voice: Why are you here?
me and the other person said: To have a lot of fun
voice: Who sent you to us?
me: Joe McDonald
other person: John (couldn't quite get the last name)
voice: You both have answered well, disrobe.

I was wondering what I should do but I could hear the other guy start taking off his clothes. I was wondering if this was a trick where everyone else pretends to disrobe but you are the only one that actual does. I figured in for a dime... and disrobed. All of sudden a flashlight is shined on both me and the other person. Both of us or naked. Both of us are soft due to nervousness. Due to the era, both of us have pubes, his blond, mine brown. He looks about an inch soft, mine is two inches, both of us are cut. Both of us look very fit. I was a swimmer, he looked like he also did sports in school.

voice: In order to have the most fun you must answer all the questions we ask honestly. Are you gay, bi, or straight?
me: bi
other guy: gay
voice: Are you a top or a bottom?
other guy: bottom
me: never done either, but top
voice: First you must prove yourselves tonight, but if you do you will find a pin on your clothes. Put that pin on your backpack and you will have more fun then you can know. If you wish to not have fun for a night or two or you want to discontinue your time in the club, just remove the pin. Do not give the pin to anyone else. Whatever you do, do not tell ANYONE of this group. If you do, we will hear about it. There is no way to tell who we are and there are lots of us at camp. If you do tell people, there are lots of dangerous situations at this camp and we can assure you, you will suffer from one of them. Never force anyone to do anything they don't want to and nobody will ever force you. You can always leave the room or club at any time. Now both of you on your knees.

The flashlights went out and we could hear other people disrobing. All of a sudden I could feel a cock rubbing against my mouth. I can only assume the same thing happened to the other guy. A voice rang out, "Suck on it." I then took a huge cock in my mouth. Larger then any I had ever played with in the past. I couldn't see it but I could tell it was cut and very thick. I took as much as I could in my mouth. I sucked in and out, then licked all around the head then sucked it back in. I used all the techniques I had learned on it. Flicking under the head. Used my hands stroking it while sucking on it. I could hear moaning so I knew it was working. I went down and licked his balls, then went back to sucking. Then the person pulled out and was replaced by another cock. The scene repeated itself four times. Each with a different cock. I could tell one of the cocks was uncut, the rest were all cut. Someone told the other guy, "on your knees." To me they said, "lay down."

Someone started sucking on my cock. They got me all wet. Then I felt lube being applied to my cock. Someone slowly sat on my cock. I was now fucking my first ass. I couldn't believe it. They lowered themselves down my 7 inches until they were sitting on me. Next to me I heard the other guy grunting as if he was getting impaled on a thick cock. It was so hot, but I eventually forgot about him, when they went up and down on me. I started pistoning into them, things got faster and faster. I thought I was about to cum when he pulled off of me. Within seconds another person sat on my cock and the first person put his cock in my mouth. I was in heaven. After about 10 minutes the guy in my mouth exploded, and I could feel the guy on my dick exploding onto my belly, I came right after that.

Things calmed down, the 4 people went to the side of the walls again and a voice rang out.

"You both have passed. You will find a pin on your clothes. Remember, do not tell ANYONE about this group. You can shower up, get dressed and leave. Do not leave until at least 10 minutes are up."

The 4 people left the shower house and the lights came on. On my clothes there was a pin. It was a blue "P" with a line at the top. My new found companion had a pink "P" and a line at the bottom. We both got dressed and went back to our tents.

( NOT MY STORY )

"Mr. Williams wants to meet with you at 1:30 in his office," the secretary said.

"Alright, thank you for letting me know," Shaun said, as his heart raced. Shaun was an all-conference track star at his university in Houston, TX. He was also a star student with a perfect grade-point-average in the business major. He had worked hard to land the coveted summer intern spot at Brewster-Keagan's main office in New York City. Shaun had spent most of the summer learning about mergers and acquisitions as well as attempting to network with the higher-up's in the company and secure a permanent position for after graduation. The head of the firm, Paul Williams, had a reputation for being strict and demanding, especially with interns. Shaun had heard horror stories of interns being dismissed from the internship for sub-par performance. Naturally, he was nervous when Mr. Williams called him into his office that Friday to speak with him. At 1:30, he took a deep breath and walked into Mr. Williams' office for the meeting.

"I think you've done an outstanding job so far, Shaun. And I'm a pretty hard man to impress. You're professional and you work hard, come early, leave late, and ask for help when you need it. You'll be a great addition to the firm once you graduate from college."

Shaun listened excitedly as his boss rattled off praise after praise of his summer internship performance. "Thank you, Mr. Williams. I've had a great experience working with you and learning from the other analysts."

His boss then smirked and sat back and said, "With how busy it's been in the office today, I forgot to have lunch. Let's go to Dorsia's." They walked four blocks to the fancy restaurant that apparently attracted all the Wall Street big wigs. After they ate, Mr. Williams said he had a proposition. "I'm flying to Houston next Thursday to meet with a client. Why don't you come with me? It will give you a chance to see a different side of the field. You go to school in Houston, so I assume you're fairly familiar with the city."

Shaun replied, "Yes, sir. Thank you for the opportunity."

The next week, Shaun and Mr. Williams flew to Houston first class. A driver took us to the exclusive Hotel Zaza in the Museum District. Mr. Williams had booked the "Bella Vita Suite." The hotel room was the size of a penthouse with two bedrooms with a king-size bed in each room, two bathrooms, and a kitchenette.

Mr. Williams was able to secure the deal with the client that Friday, and they returned to the hotel in the afternoon to relax. "Let's celebrate tonight!" he exclaimed.

"What did you have in mind?" the intern asked.

"We can grab drinks and go to a strip club if you're up for it."

"Sounds like a plan," Shaun said, laughing.

Shaun went to his room and took a long shower. Once finished, he dried off and studied his body in the mirror. Standing at 6-1, 175 lbs. with muscular arms, a v-shaped chest, six-pack abs, and thick, toned thighs, the 21-year-old was quite the physical specimen. The icing on the cake were his thick chocolate lips, perfect white teeth and hazel eyes. His most jaw-dropping feature, however, was his ass. It jutted out from his athletic frame like two round bowling balls. It honestly looked like one of those ancient Greek sculptures. He had a reputation with women for being a gifted lover, but few knew about his escapades with other men. Shaun liked women, but he *loved* men, especially older men. Seeing grown men salivate and lose their minds over his ass gave him an indescribable sexual thrill. His lovers included a married neighbor, the manager of a local restaurant, and the head coach of a rival high school. Those stories, however, are for another day. Suffice to say, he was the perfect power bottom. His oral skills were equally exceptional, and there was no dick too large for him to deepthroat. Due to his star athlete status, Shaun kept this part of his life a secret, and none of his close friends or family knew. Since moving to Houston for college, he had not had any time to indulge in his craving between practice and classes. Outside of the occasional one night stands with girls after parties, his sex life had been relatively boring in college. He yearned to have all his holes filled again but did not have any time to meet anyone. He was so man horny that his balls ached. His sex life was reduced to masturbating 2-3 times per week and pleasuring himself with one of his many 10-inch dildos. "I really need some dick right now," he muttered. He massaged Cocoa Butter all over his body, with extra attention paid to his mountainous glutes and firm pecs. Despite being more in the mood for dick, he was excited to de-stress and go out for drinks with his boss. To be honest, Shaun had developed a secret crush on his boss.

At 45 years, Paul Williams was still extremely handsome and fit. He was 6-3 with brown hair, brown eyes, broad shoulders, toned arms, and a handsome face with a strong jawline. The young CEO had the picture perfect resume: B.A. from Yale, M.B.A. from Harvard Business School, 10 years working as an analyst at Goldman Sachs before quickly rising the ranks of Brewster-Keagan. He was married to his college sweetheart, Courtney, and their only son was a 20-year-old sophomore at Yale following in his father's footsteps. Life was perfect. He had really taken an interest in the new young intern. Shaun reminded him so much of himself during those days - upwardly mobile and striving to better himself each day. He hoped to offer him a job at the firm once he graduated. Truth be told, the trip to Houston was for both business and pleasure. Work had been so busy that he had not spent more than a few hrs at home each night. He had not had sex in over two months, and he was incredibly horny. He was looking forward to unwinding a bit before returning to New York for work.

Shaun and Paul went to a few bars in downtown Houston. It was interesting watching the normally serious boss in a less professional setting. Mr. Williams seemed much more relaxed, and they talked about a number of different topics over the course of the evening - from sports to working out to the different types of women in New York. After about 2 hours, both were feeling pretty buzzed. "Still up for the strip club?" Paul asked. "Let's go!" They arrived to the strip club and paid the absurd entrance fee. After a few hrs of overpriced drinks and uninspired lap dances, they decided to head back to the hotel.

When they returned to the hotel, Paul settled on the couch, and Shaun changed into a t-shirt and gym shorts. He went back to the living room to join his boss on the couch. They laughed as they discussed the evening.

"That stripper couldn't dance for shit," Mr. Williams said, "I bet you could dance better."

"And I wouldn't charge $40 per song!" Shaun responded.

Mr. Williams started shaking with laughter, and Shaun soon joined in. Both were still very drunk. Shaun stood up and started playing club music from his phone. He started imitating the stripper's rigid dance moves. Paul pulled out a few $20 bills from his wallet and started tossing them towards the intern's feet. "Do you want a dance, sir?" Shaun asked.

By this time, Mr. Williams was doubled over in laughter. "Yeah, I want a dance. But what comes with it?"

"Depends how much you're willing to offer."

Paul smirked, "Well first, you have to show me what you're offering."

Shaun removed his shirt, as they both laughed uncontrollably.

"Wow, you are ripped," Paul said as he observed Shaun's muscular body.

"You haven't even seen the best part yet," Shaun replied quietly.

The intern started pulling his shorts down, and the boss tossed a few more bills at his feet. Once out of his shorts, Shaun turned around and started moving his hips. Paul's heart nearly exploded. The young man's ass was a thing of beauty. The Calvin Klein boxers hugged both meaty, juicy, firm cheeks of his ass tightly. He had never seen a thicker, juicier ass in a man or woman. Paul had been straight his entire life, but he couldn't even deny his feelings as his dick hardened in response to Shaun's titanic ass.

Shaun noticed that Paul had stopped laughing and nervously asked, "Everything ok, sir?"

"Yeah, yeah, just bored. I thought you were supposed to be the best stripper in the business. You haven't shown me anything yet!"

Shaun relaxed and really started moving his hips and bouncing his ass. He slowly backed up closer and closer to his boss.

In his mind, Paul rationalized what was happening. "We're both drunk. There's no harm in music and dancing. I should just relax and enjoy. This doesn't make me gay" he thought.

"Ready for that dance?" Shaun asked.

"You've kept me waiting all this time. May as well get started."

Shaun's heart raced. Was his boss really into this? Were they still kidding around?

"Alright. Since you've been so nice and patient, I'll let you touch" he said with a wink. He took a deep breath, turned around, and, facing his boss, straddled his lap. He began to grind his muscular ass into his boss's lap.

Paul's sat motionless, unsure of what to do. Had their little game gone too far? His cock was fully erect now and slid pressed into his intern's juicy ass. It took all his power to suppress a moan.

Shaun leaned forward and whispered into his ear, "I thought I said you could touch me. Here, let me help you." He guided Paul's hands to his mountainous ass. As if on cue, he squeezed.

"Fuck, baby, I can feel your dick. It's huge. I might let you play with me a little more. I won't tell anybody." Shaun said. The music was still playing, but it had long been forgotten as both men were intently focused on each other. Shaun continued to grind on Paul's clothed cock, and Paul continued to grope Shaun's bubble butt.

"Are you having a good time, daddy?"

"Yeah," Paul whispered slowly.

"Do you want to know what else comes with the dance?"

"What's that?"

"You're grabbing it right now."

"You do this for every guy you dance for?"

"No, just the handsome ones. And as hard as this dick feels, I think you're ready for more."

Paul gulped and said, "Maybe I am."

Shaun replied, "Well let me see what I'm working with."

He stood up and stepped back. Paul sat silently as his intern removed his pants followed by his boxers. His cock flopped out. Shaun's mouth watered as he stared at his boss's cock: it was 9 inches, thick, veiny, and rock-hard. Shaun moved so that he was on his knees between Paul's legs. He slowly, methodically kissed Paul's inner thighs in a trail towards his cock. Before reaching the prize, he licked and sucked on his balls, one at a time, savoring the salty taste. He then licked his way up his large cock to the head.

"Tell me what you want," Shaun commanded with an evil smile.

When Paul didn't respond, Shaun tilted his head forward and swallowed his dick almost to the root.

Paul moaned, "Oh fuck!" as Shaun twirled his tongue around his cock and took more and more of him into his mouth. He bobbed his head up and down, and soon had his full length in his mouth.

"Fuck....don't....stop....feels...sooo..good."

His eyes met Shaun's as he watched his thick lips inhale his cock while his expert tongue continued to work him. Shaun suddenly stopped sucking his boss and rose to his feet.

"Let's take this fun to the bedroom."

As if possessed, Paul stood up and followed Shaun to his room. Once inside, Paul sat on the bed while Shaun stripped out of his boxers. He grabbed a bottle of lube from his suitcase and started generously applying it to his asshole and to Paul's cock. Shaun then crawled onto the bed and got on all four's. He seductively twerked his ass at his boss. Amazingly, he could flex and twerk one gargantuan cheek at a time.

Glancing over his shoulder, he asked, "What are you waiting for?" Needing no further encouragement, Paul took off his shirt and crawled forward. He aimed his cock at Shaun's hairless, round hole. It slid in with little resistance, and they both moaned in unison.

"Oh, daddy..."

Paul's cock quickly disappeared between the huge cheeks. He started slowly at first but quickly worked himself into a rhythm.

"Ohh yesss! Fuck me, Paul! Spank my big ass!"

Paul slapped his intern's ass, which caused him to moan once again. Shaun started pushing his ass back into Paul, matching his thrusts. Paul stopped moving as Shaun began twerking his ass on his cock. His eyes rolled back into his head, as his hot intern's ass completely swallowed his dick.

After about 10 minutes, Shaun said, "Let's try something else."

He lied on his back and spread his toned legs apart. They started fucking missionary style. Paul was in awe at how tight Shaun's hole was and how he could take his entire length. Shaun wrapped his tree trunk-thighs around Paul's waist and pulled him down into him. Paul really started pounding Shaun.

"Oh! Yes, daddy! Fuck! Don't stop! Keep fucking me! I love your big cock! Fuck me like a slut! Ohhh."

Their faces were now just inches apart. Shaun put his hands behind Paul's head and pulled him into a passionate kiss. His big lips smacked into Paul's as they made out. Shaun shoved his tongue into Paul's mouth, and their tongues immediately started dueling. Cheeks hollowed, they continued passionately French kissing as Paul continued to fuck Shaun.

The boss began to feel the pressure build at the base of his cock. "Oh fuck! I'm about to cum."

Shaun said, breathlessly, "I want it all in my mouth."

Paul pulled out of Shaun and aimed his dick at his mouth as he began to cum uncontrollably. Jets of thick, hot cum sprayed from his dick for about 30 seconds, completely filling Shaun's mouth. The intern smiled, savored the cum, and swallowed it all without spilling a drop. Paul, now sweating and out of breath, fell back into the bed. Shaun joined him.

Paul, now regaining his wits and beginning to sober up, started thinking. What the hell have I just done? I just fucked my intern the ass, and I enjoyed it. Am I gay?

Before his mental warfare could continue, Shaun straddled him and started twerking again.

"We're not finished yet."

Paul looked in the mirror in front of the bed. Watching his intern's large, firm, chocolate ass clenching, flexing, and grinding into him was enough to get him hard again. Shaun rubbed more lube onto his dick and mounted his boss. Paul lustily watched again as his cock disappeared into Shaun's sexy hole. He glanced at the mirror again, as Shaun's jiggled as it rose and fell on his cock. Paul ran his hands over Shaun's toned arms, chest, and pecs.

"Fuck....so....sexy"

Shaun leaned forward and, with his lips near Paul's ear, said, "This booty is all your's." He then stuck his tongue in Paul's ear, causing him to moan. He kissed Paul's chest and sucked on his neck. This sent Paul over the edge, and he began cumming inside Shaun's ass just as Shaun came on Paul's stomach and chest. Shaun greedily licked the cum from Paul's body and swallowed it again. Completely spent, Paul collapsed into the bed and quickly fell asleep.

The next morning, Paul woke up with a bad hangover. He sat up and was going to go make a cup of coffee in the kitchen when he noticed a cup of hot coffee on the night stand. Rubbing his eyes, he took the cup and started to drink. He rubbed his eyes. "What happened last night?" he thought. His mind was foggy. He walked to the bathroom and turned on the lights. His eyes widened as he looked at his reflection. There was dried cum all over his stomach and chest. The prior nights events all rushed into his head at once. Shaking his head, he brushed his teeth and took a hot shower. Feeling slightly more refreshed, he tied a towel and returned to the bedroom. He left Shaun's bedroom and as he was walking through the living room on the way to his own room, he noticed Shaun sitting on the couch. He had showered and was clad in a white bathrobe.

"Good morning, Mr. Williams."

"Good morning, Shaun." Paul said.

They stared at each other quietly for a few moments, unsure of what to say. To cut the tension, Shaun smiled and said, "You look like you could use another cup of coffee."

Paul laughed and replied, "That sounds great right now." Shaun went to the kitchen to pour another cup of coffee. Paul went to his room and was in the middle of deciding what to wear for the day when Shaun entered with the coffee.

Shaun sighed and said, "Don't worry. This will all stay between us."

Paul exhaled and responded, "Thank you."

Shaun smiled and said, "Besides, we were both really drunk. Just got caught up in the moment. Right?"

"Right."

Shaun placed the coffee on the dresser and turned to leave. Paul stepped forward and lightly grabbed his arm. "Shaun, thanks again."

"For what?"

"For being a great intern. I really have enjoyed working with you, and I'm looking forward to us continuing to work together."

Shaun grinned again, "Me too." Shaun sat down on the bed. "I'm so hungover. I think I'll just relax in the room for a while" As he stood up to leave, his robe fell to the floor. He bent to pick up the robe, and Paul marveled at the delicious, curvy, muscular ass of his intern.

"How can any man have an ass that perfect?" He wondered. Shaun quickly retied his robe and left the room.

The remainder of the day passed uneventfully. Paul spoke to his wife on the phone for an hour. Shaun slept for about 9 hours. They both eventually recovered and decided not to go out that night. The two ate at a restaurant in the hotel and went back to their room. When they got back to the room, Shaun asked, "What time is the flight tomorrow?"

"7:30am, but we'll leave the hotel around 5:00"

"Alright, well I'll see you in the morning, Mr. Williams. Thanks again for a great trip."

"Yeah, see you in the morning."

Shaun walked to his room. Paul sat on the couch flipping through TV channels mindlessly. He noticed that Shaun had forgotten his laptop on the couch. He picked it up and knocked on Shaun's door.

"Hey, Shaun. You left your laptop on the couch."

"Aw, ok, you can come in!" Paul entered the room and set Shaun's laptop on the stand. Shaun was bent over, folding his clothes into his suitcase. He was shirtless and clad only in gym shorts. To Paul's dismay, Shaun was also wearing a black thong that was clearly visible bisecting the firm cheeks of his ass. Paul walked over to him.

"Do you need any help packing?"

"No, I'm almost finished," Shaun responded. Paul stood silently, unsure of what to do. Shaun eventually rose and asked, "Did you need something?"

Paul remained silent.

Shaun grinned and said, "Looks like we might have another sleepover."

Paul stood with his back against the wall. Shaun said, "Well, I'm going to get more comfortable." He pulled his shorts and thong down. He turned around and bet over to pull the bedsheets. His ass inadvertently grazed Paul's crotch. Paul let out a moan, and that was all the encouragement Shaun needed. He began grinding his ass into Paul, twerking on him better than any girl in the club. After a minute or so, he stopped and turned to face Paul. Before his boss could say anything, Shaun crushed his lips against his. Tongues dueled and cheeks hollowed as they made out like teenagers. Paul's hands quickly fell to their now-familiar place on Shaun's ass.

Shaun said, "I want you to nail me to the fucking bed this time. Be rough with me." Paul nodded his head, and the boss and intern collapsed into bed for another intense lovemaking session.

So here’s another true story in my ‘always horny for cock life.’


Rte. 88 from Binghamton to Albany is a good road with not usually a whole lot of traffic. This one summer Monday morning I found myself headed to Cobleskill from Binghamton on a personal business errand. As usual I was horny and had my cock out of my shorts, slowly stroking as I headed east. In times like this I will often track in the left lane in my Chevy S-10, doing just slightly below the speed limit. I keep an eye on traffic coming up behind me and if it looks like I’m going to be in the way of a glut of traffic then I move to the right lane and let it move past me. But if a delivery van, panel van, SUV or a regular size pickup truck is coming along then I will get in the left lane and make them pass on the right. I will keep track of the drivers and if the drivers are women then I don’t show the goods, I just pull my shirt down and let them pass, sometimes with a dirty look from them for the inconvenience of having to pass me on the right. If I can clearly tell it’s another man in the driver’s seat then I show just enough of myself to make it noticeable IF the other driver is curious enough to gaze into my truck for more than the split second it normally takes to get past.

On this particular morning I was only ten minutes or so out of Binghamton heading east, traffic was light as usual and I figured I’d probably end up at a rest area along the way and stroke one out in a secluded parking spot. However, as it turns out, here comes an unmarked panel van and clearly it was a younger fellow behind the wheel so I did as I describe above: my cock is out of hiding, and I’m slowly stroking it as I drive about 63 miles per hour. This van slowly catches up to me and comes alongside me…and slows down to my speed.

I looked over at the van and the man was clearly locked into what I was doing. He had the perfect view, seated just above the height of my truck cab and the entire interior of my cab was open to him. I looked up at him, we made eye contact and neither of us looked away for a couple of seconds. He smiled a little bit and I smiled and nodded back at him. I could tell he was adjusting himself as we moved along the highway. After making sure we kept our lanes and were not hindering any other traffic, I pulled my foreskin all the way down and when I squeezed my shaft on the way back up a nice pulse of clear precum pooled into my foreskin. When I looked back over at him, I could see his eyes get a little bigger. I kept this up and down motion going and again, I could tell his free hand was on his cock, even though I could not see into his van.

At this point, traffic was coming behind us so I sped up and pulled in front of him. When the traffic cleared again I pulled back over into the left lane. I continued to stroke and I could tell he was totally into it. When we made eye contact again, I pointed to myself, make a cocksucking motion with my hand and then pointed at him. He nodded vigorously and pointed ahead up the highway. I nodded and kept stroking my cock. He kept looking over at me, then ahead then back at me. As more traffic came up behind us, I sped up again and got in line ahead of him. Just up the highway was a small town that had a small strip mall just off the exit. I had an idea in my mind and when I exited the highway he was right behind me. As we headed toward the direction of the strip mall, this fellow sped ahead of me and got in the left turn lane. He apparently was thinking the same thing I was! I followed him a little bit further and when he turned into a deserted part of the strip mall I pulled up right next to him, driver window to driver window.

“Looks like it could be a nice morning,” I said.

“I think its about to get better,” he said. “Why don’t you come on up and join me in the cab here?”

“Sounds good,” I replied. I pulled my keys, locked my truck and went around to get in the cab of his panel van.

“I couldn’t believe my eyes,” he said to after I closed my door. “That was fucking hot, what you were doing back there. I was horny already and when I looked over into your truck, I couldn’t believe you had your cock in your hand.”

“Well, I was pretty horny when I left the house half an hour ago, and I’m even more horny now. How are we going to do this?” I asked.

“Actually, I cannot get out of my van through the driver’s door. My company actually keeps track of how many times the driver door opens,” he said.

I glanced into the back of the van and it was pretty much completely empty. “Any problem using the back of your van?”

“No, not at all, that would be ideal, actually,” he said. “You jump out, open the side door and I will climb over the seat and join you in the back.”

Just like that we were both kneeling in the back of the van. He said, “This is fucking hot. I’ve never done anything like this before.”

I said, “You mean with another guy?”

He shook his head and said, “No, I’ve done stuff with other guys. It’s usually them doing me and it usually involves a certain amount of alcohol on my part. It’s too early for drinking but not for this.” He reached over and began to fondle my crotch. I unzipped and let my shorts fall to my knees. I was going commando that day and underwear did not get in the way. “Fucking hot, man! That’s fucking hot!” he whispered. “I’m getting married in a couple of weeks and I love my fiancé but there’s nothing like sucking cock, man. Nothing like it.”

He proceeded to suck me for a little bit and nothing beats a warm, willing mouth on a horny cock. He swirled his tongue and got a good taste of my precum and moaned as he bobbed up and down.

But I was just as horny for cock as he was so I pulled him off and pulled him into a kiss so I could taste my cock in his mouth. He gave me all his tongue and I licked for all I was worth. I pulled away and said, “Your turn, buddy. I’m looking to give you head, don’t really care about recip. I’m willing to do you, no problem.” I reached over and began to fondle his very hard cock. I put my head against his shoulder as I stroked him through his shorts. I said, “This is going to be good, buddy. I am going to suck your cock, I’m in no hurry and when you are ready to explode just go for it.”

He laid down on the floor of the cargo area and I helped him pull his shorts down. He was in his early twenties and carrying several extra pounds but then, so was I at the time. His cut cock was about six inches, easy size to blow and a little thicker than most guys. In other words, it was a hefty and satisfying mouthful. “Oh yeah….fuck man…this is great,” my buddy whispered. I kept up a steady piston mouth-fucking rhythm on his cock and massaged his balls all while he kept moaning and saying, “this if fucking excellent, man….oh, fuck….oh man, you are good at this.” After a little while he said, “There’s nothing like somebody really wanting my cock. You want my cock, don’t you?” My muffled moans over his cock was the best answer I could give. “So fucking goooood….,” he moaned. We kept this up, me blowing him and him moaning and giving me encouragement. I truly could do this for hours on end.

After a little while longer, I felt his cock get harder and he held my head in his hands as he began to pump and thrust his cock upwards with ever increasing urgency. He cried out as he pumped his cock up and down and began to shoot a nice hefty load of warm spunk into my mouth. “Mmmmm,” was all I could manage as he continued to pump himself into my mouth. I let him keep pumping through his orgasm and when he began to slow down, I pulled off him, drizzled his jizz onto my cock and stroked myself furiously until I starting cumming. I aimed my jets onto his cock and as soon as I was done shooting, I was right back onto his cock again, sucking and licking all the cum I could get. “Aw fuck! How hot is that!” he exclaimed. He grabbed my head and fucked my mouth some more and I felt another couple of pulses come shooting out of his cock. He finally slumped all the way down onto the cargo floor and I pulled off his cock one final time. I cleaned up the residual mess and sat back on my haunches to catch my breath and enjoy my own orgasm.

“Wow, man! Thank you! That was great!” I said. “Just fucking terrific!”

He just looked at me through somewhat glazed eyes and said, “What the fuck, man? That was my line, not yours!” He laughed and almost began to giggle. “Fucking aye! How the fuck do you top that? Wow! Thank you, mister! And I mean, THANK YOU!” He reached out his hand and in a buddy grip I helped him to his knees. When we had put ourselves back together he pulled my face to his and gave me a quick and deep tongue kiss. “Sweet, man…just fucking sweet,” he said.

“Coolio, Julio!” I said as I gave him a ‘thumbs up.’ I slid open the door, we both got out, I gave him a short salute and went back to my truck. The rest of the day went just great! Sometimes it pays to take a little risk because sometimes the reward is just worth it!

Ever since the pandemic started, I've worked from home. I live alone in a block of flats and it's generally fine if a bit lonely day to day. We're allowed in our offices twice a week for "networking" but otherwise it's the usual principle: get out of bed, shower, then walk to the living room, get the computer on and another daily grind.

I hook up sometimes, either with friends or through Grindr. They're good fun and break up the monotony sometimes if I'm not in a meeting. Otherwise, the only daytime interactions are online meetings or with delivery drivers dropping off parcels for me or for other people in the block that aren't in. It must be 2-3 times daily a friendly older van driver rings my buzzer to get into the building.

One day, I was in an online meeting when the buzzer ran. It was about 25°c outside and pretty sweltering indoors. I quickly nipped to the buzzer to see who it was. "Hey mate, got an Amazon parcel for flat 3 in your building but they're not in. Could you take it?". "Sure, come on up".

I heard him coming up the stairs. I shouted down to say "I'm just in a work meeting - the door's open". I put my headphones back on and got back into a discussion when I saw the delivery man enter with a box.

He was beautiful. He must have been at least 6ft 4in tall, white but tanned, naturally fit with a bit of an additional gym muscle. Sort of like the footballer Mason Mount. He had short black hair, strong jawline and a cheeky smile. He was wearing a white t-shirt that was a bit sticky to him in the heat, with workmen's trousers and some comfy trainers. My cock twinged as he stood there.

He mouthed to me "can I just leave this here?". I nodded and smiled. He then tried to get my attention for something else. I made my excuses and left my online call. "I'm really sorry mate, can I use your loo? I really need a piss". I said "of course!" and pointed through to my bathroom, straight past my bedroom.

I left him to it, fighting the urge to walk in the bathroom and get my eyes on his cock.

He came back in. His face was wet and he'd clearly splashed some cold water on his sweat-glistened face.

"Cheers mate. It's so shit sometimes being a delivery driver. You don't have a bathroom or all the usual stuff most workers have, and some people treat you like dirt".

"I totally understand. Do you want a glass of water? It's roasting outside".

"Life saver mate, thanks". I got him a glass and as I returned from the kitchen he was wiping his face by lifting his shirt. He showed a strong chest, a hint of a six pack and a neat little trail that made me fight the urge to fall on my knees. He put his shirt back down, gratefully drank the water and handed me back the glass.

"Thanks again mate, I really appreciate the help. I deliver in the area so I might see you around again".

"Sure thing - make me your regular pitstop if you like".

I blushed at my use of language and instantly felt like a fucking idiot. He laughed, patted me on the shoulder and went on his way.

I quickly logged on to Grindr on the off chance that the sexiest delivery guy I'd ever seen was on there, but he wasn't. I went straight to bed and wanked at the guy who had just pissed in my bathroom a few minutes earlier and got back to work, hoping that he might drop off a load at my door sometime again soon...........

Every seemed to enjoy my last story so I guess I’ll continue. Same straight guy named Evan and stuff. This is after the fact that he broke up with his girlfriend. He found out she ended up cheating on him a good 7 times with multiple different guys. I remember when I was single he came to me after not talking to him for a good 2 years to invite me to a patty one of his friends was having. I recall it being at someone house. I arrived relatively late. I knew the girlfriend of his friend and she told me to help myself with anything at her house. I recall Evan being both high and drunk. He kept trying to grab me and try to do little footsies and shit. I kept pushing away his hand and feet and told him to stop or his friends would know. Remind you he’s straight. I guess the alcohol made him not give a shit. Everyone want dancing to a couple song and I feel his arm touch my waist and pull me in. Everyone in the room was starring at us I pushed him so hard and walked in the backyard. He came running and pushed me and I fell to the floor and was hitting me. I grabbed him and turned him so he was on the floor and I was on top. He then started making out with me and I was so mad I jumped off. At that point my friend came and I apologized for making a scene in her house to which I left walking since I didn’t life so far. I recall on that walk I heard him coming behind me. I walked into a forest to get away and somehow this mf found me. He pinned me against a tree and I felt tingly as if something took over me. I gave myself to him. He asked me why I made such a big scene. I just didn’t want him to out himself under the influence. I clearly remember having my hands both under his grip so tight it hurts but felt so good. He kissed me lightly making my dick slowly get hard. He asked me if I liked it and lied and he slowly put his hands down my pants. I felt his warm hand wrap on my pulsing dick. He started to stroke me. He slowly moved down. I didn’t want him to blow me I rather blow him and get fucked. But he kissed his way down to my dick and that was my first time getting head. I recall not lasting more than 15 minutes before cumming in his mouth. Of course he spit it out. I remember we went home that day and he went to shower and I recall watching his big ass get wet. Droplets of water running down his thick juice ass. He knew I was looking and told me to go in the shower. I got on my knees and his big fat juice ass was in my face. I didn’t even care about the water hitting my face. I dug my face in his big ass and fucked him with my tongue. His warm asshole tasted so good. I flicked my tongue in circles and he loves the feeling. He would grab my face and shove it in his ass. I remember finishing and he got out first. I was done brushing my teeth and I walked to my bed and saw him laying down with his ass up in he air and his upper body on the bed. The way it jiggled. I threw a condom on and went into town. His asshole wrapped itself around my cock and it felt so good moving in and out. So nice and tight. I slowly removed the condom without him noticing, What felt like hours of fucking he wanted me to cum all over him and he turned around and he cummed first and I cummed after him. But his ass that day is an experience I’ll never forget. To this day he still acts like nothing happened but when I give little hints he smiles and walks away. Still have more stories for you guys just keep an eye out.

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Tyler is a freshman student at Creepside College. Gay and closeted, he has some troubles controlling his urges surrounded by frat guys, sexy professors, his hot brother and most importantly, his stunning straight roommate: Austin.

As the story progresses, Tyler learns more about himself and gets closer to live his filthiest fantasies.

The story, names, and places are entirely fictional. All characters featured are above 18. Enjoy.

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My First Year in College

Chapter 1: The dorm situation

The more you will read this, the more it will be difficult for you to believe it is actually based on a true story, or rather true stories. If the places, names, and some details have been changed, I can assure you that my first year of college was one of the craziest years of my life and that it is definitely worth telling.

I had just graduated high school and was closeted to pretty much everyone except for my older brother who caught me jerking off to some hardcore gay porn (10 muscle guys banging a twink submissive) a couple of months after I turned 18.

He entered my room right when the blond twink was receiving his sixth load in the mouth and I was myself cumming a huge load on my chest.

Quite telling if you want to assess of one's sexual orientation.

Ryan pretended like he did not see anything although, afterwards, I could catch his weird looks when my dad would ask me about a potential girlfriend. He knew and, I knew that he knew.

Inspired (and sometimes pushed) by my brother who was quite the athlete - he did boxing, American football, but he was also very regular at swimming and hitting the gym -, I did exercise a bit as well. It was just enough to keep me in some sort of a shape but it mainly compensated for all the junk food I was eating.

I had always been too shy for team sports or hanging in the gym, I guess I was always scared that someone would find out that I'm gay if I stared too much or got an erection in the locker rooms, but I got pretty good at tennis and it became sort of my thing.

I was quite tall, brown hair, brown eyes, but I was rather thin and, to be honest, not as half hot as my older brother could be. Just like me, Ryan was tall, brown hair, brown eyes, but he had also a great smile, perfect skin, a nice casual beard, and a fit body built during his numerous hours of training.

He had it all: big thighs, big biceps and pecs, and the perfect round peachy butt.

I realize that saying this makes me sound like I got a crush on my big brother. Well, not that I am proud to admit it but I kind of did at times. I mean, beauty is all about confidence, right?

And Ryan was definitely confident: he always dressed well, seemed to be in control at all times, and there was something incredibly attractive in the calm and manly way he was handling himself.

The few times I *inadvertently* got a glimpse of his dick, - don't judge me, those things happen when you share a house and a bathroom - I was pleased to notice that both in length or in girth, he was way above average.

He was 23 at the time of this story and had been with the same girl for three years, but not for lack of demands. His Instagram DMs were filled with hundreds of girls wanting, sometimes begging, to see more. I wonder how many of these girls were catfishes now, but more on that later.

As for me, I was just average. Well, in theory, I should or could have looked good, but I was not totally done with puberty. I had some pimples here and there, some freckles under my eyes, I had to wear glasses most of the times and as for the confidence or sense of style: I was clearly lacking in that department. I was more identified as the nerd than the jock...

Consequently, even if I did get the occasional "do you have a girlfriend?" question, nobody was really surprised that a nerdy boy like me would still be a virgin going to college.

You may have guessed it by now: your typical gay closeted friend was super nervous about starting college.

Among the things that stressed me out most was the "dorm situation".

For the first time in my life, I would live outside of my parents' house, but more importantly, with someone else, that I had never met before, in a single room, for a whole year! This thought alone was sufficient to give me stomach ache.

I cannot count the number of bad dreams I had about the communal showers, an awful homophobic roommate, or a full dorm making fun of me while I was shitting in the toilets... Yeah, I was more worried about making it through life in the dorm than I was with making it through Law School.

Sometimes though, the anxiety was replaced by a feeling of excitement.

What if I happened to be paired with a gay Adonis, very comfortable with his sexuality, who would take care of me and all of my needs? Maybe he would fuck me hard, jizz in my asshole and in my mouth? He could offer me to his frat bros, all of them fighting to get their big dicks in my...

Wait no, every time I was starting to have this fantasy, I realized that I would probably not even dare to indulge and it got my stomach to hurt even more.

I got attributed the room 403 in Building C. Except if you got some special requests, you were automatically paired up with someone else by the university. Depending on your means, different options were available.

I was supposed to share a 14 square meters room with a complete stranger in some of the average buildings of the campus, it was nothing fancy but Building C was supposed to provide every necessary facility. I did not even know the name of my roommate; I only knew he would be a guy and this was enough to get me nervous.

But enough rambling about my closeted ass: we all know you click on this to read all about my sexual adventures in college. So, let's go to the point: the day I met Austin.

After a stressful night with almost 0 sleep and a quick goodbye to my parents, Ryan was the one driving me to the campus in Creepside where I would attend college. It was a Monday, right before the first day of class.

Ryan was in Med school (yeah, he was smart on top of being handsome, confident and fit) and would live with his girlfriend Mallory in Perv City during his first year of internship, a small town only one hour away from Creepside.

He dropped me off at noon, after four and a half hours of driving from our parent's house, with a tap of my shoulder and some advice. Again, he was wearing a tight t-shirt and I had to refrain myself for having dirty thoughts. I managed though; the anxiety I was feeling helped.

"Look Tyler, now it is the time to loosen up a bit ok. College is made for this. Don't do anything actually stupid... but please do some stupid things." He marked a pause.

"Experiment! Have fun! I know I did and freshman year of college was one of the best years of my life."

Was he actually telling me that I should experiment... with guys? Or maybe, he was telling me that he experimented with guys?

"If anything happens, anything at all, call me. I won't be far away. Now get out of my car, cause I'm gonna be late and Mallory won't stop talking about it!"

I smiled.

"Thanks Ryan." We got out the car and he helped me get my luggage from the trunk. "Ryan, can I ask you something, real?"

"What's up bro?" He looked a bit concerned.

"If everything goes wrong and I don't know... I mean... If this university thing or campus thing is not for me and I'm miserable, or if my roommate wants to kill me or something... I can call you and you would come get me? Right? And you would not say a thing to Mom and Dad?"

"Look, no matter what happens, at first, you will feel overwhelmed and it will be scary but in a couple of weeks, you will feel like this place is your home." He smiled.

"But to answer your question: of course, I would come get you stupid! I will never leave my little bro in trouble. But that won't be necessary. You'll see, something magical will happen here: you will grow up!"

I was still nervous but was feeling a bit better. I guess that everyone was overwhelmed and it was ok. The other students I would meet would be as disoriented as I was.

Now that I look back at these moments, I realize how lucky I was to have Ryan in my life. I feel even more guilty about the what I did to him now. But more on that later.

I said I would not digress from sex and here I am again, retelling boring conversations between me and my brother. Don't worry dear reader, the sex is coming.

I entered Building C and there were a couple of families saying goodbyes in the lobby. I could see a large living space behind the lobby with some couches and further away, some tables, but I went straight to the elevator. Some girl was actually crying. In a way, that was reassuring: some people were having it worse than me.

I took the elevator and pushed 4.

The building was pretty generic and seemed clean but was a bit underwhelming compared to the pictures on the website. Some of the paints had faded, some of the lamps did not seem to work and the smell made it obvious, especially on the fourth floor, that teenagers and young adults were living there.

Room 403 was right in the middle of the corridor on the left coming from the elevator, between 401 and 405. I already had my key so I went in. The key felt weird though, like it was not really working, but the door opened.

A handsome man was inside, lying on the bed on the right side of the room. He was stark naked, his phone in his left hand, his HUGE dick in his right hand, a look of terror on his beautiful face as I moved back to the corridor and slammed the door.

This is how I met Austin.

This is a total work of fiction that I hope you enjoy.

Realizing I am Gay

I am a freshman and renting an apartment off campus. My parents are paying the rent as it was their idea that I live off campus so that I have a quiet place to study.

I'm a nerd. I admit it. I don't care. I’m a bookworm. I'm not at all sporty. Also, I'm skinny with little muscles but I'm also not unhealthy.

All of this means that I am a natural hit with the ladies. I can't keep up with them. I bounce from one to another, never with the same girl twice. Well, that is what I dream about. Unfortunately, the truth was that girls were not interested in me. I'm also really shy so that didn't help. I admire the guys with nice toned and sexy bodies and the confidence that matches, attracting all those girls to them. I pretty much have given up trying to hook up with a girl to avoid the embarrassing rejection. The extent of my sex life consisted of watching porn and masturbating and since I live alone, I got to do that a lot. Hence, I did get a lot of action, except it was always with my hand.

On that particular Saturday, I was walking home when a sudden thunderstorm began. I decide to cut through the park to shorten my walk. I am in the middle of the park when the rain becomes ridiculously heavy. Instinctively I run to the closest shelter, which was a bathroom.

Surprising, the bathroom was relatively clean, but it smelt like stale piss. Not that I cared as I was out of the rain. The rain outside was getting heavier so I headed into a stall to sit and wait it out.

The stall was also relatively clean for a toilet in the park. I took my clothes off, wringed out as much water as I could and placed them on the floor, hoping that they would dry a bit. I placed some toilet paper onto of the closed toilet lid and sat my naked butt down. I figured I had a lot of time to waste while waiting for the rain to stop so I pulled out my phone and started to watch some Tik Tok videos. It donned on me that since I was sitting here naked and alone, I might as well look at some porn and shoot a load.

I am stroking my hard cock looking at a pic of a brunette when I heard someone enter the bathroom and I, of course, stop jerking. The guy moved towards the stall next to mine. I heard the door squeak open and closed and see a shadow of movement out the corner of my eye. Looking over at the stall’s wall I saw a hole cut into it, which I failed to notice until now.

Out of curiosity, I look through the hole and could see the lower half of the guy next door. He was sitting there on the toilet with his pants around his ankles. I guess he had the same intentions that I had, as he began to stroke his hardening cock. I assumed that he didn’t realize that I was in the next stall.

This was the first time that I had seen another guy’s erect cock, outside of porn videos but I move back figuring it was not right spying on him. Although I must admit, watching him, to put it mildly, pique my interest. I had to fight my desire to continue watching him.

I was startled when I saw his eye looking through the hole at me, which was followed by the stranger asking me if I liked what I saw.

Obviously, he knew that I was spying on him. It was also at this point that I realized that my cock was hard. He must have thought that I got hard watching, not knowing that I was jerking off before he came in. But, then again, my cock did go limp when I was startled when he first entered, so he would be correct in believing that my cock reacted to him. But why would it?

The next thing I knew was that the guy stood up, approached the wall, and slowly pushed his cock through the hole. I sat there mesmerized by his cock. Yes, I have seen other guys’ cocks before in the locker room in the school’s gym but never so close to one and never a hard one. His cock, unlike mine, was uncut. Also, its purple head was glistening with precum.

I was naive for not realizing earlier that this was a gloryhole. Of course, I knew what gloryholes were and I also knew enough that he was expecting me to suck his cock.

Instead of freaking out, I kept gawking at his cock. As I stared at his cock, etching its details into my mind, I increasingly had a desire to reach out and touch it. Not only that, but I also had an urge to suck it. I don't know what was happening and why I had these thoughts. Why was I so calm about this? No not calm, I was excited. It seemed like the natural thing to do.

Before thinking about it any further, my hand reached out and I was holding the stranger’s cock. At the same time, it felt similar and different to the way my own feels. I instinctively started stroking the cock slowly, fascinated at seeing the foreskin sliding back and forth over the head of his cock. I heard a soft moan from behind the wall. The head of the cock was shiny with more precum. Before having any time to think about it, I drop to my knees onto the stall’s floor and lick the head of the stranger's cock.

I was hooked at first taste. His precum was delicious. I keep licking until there was no precum left. I then put the whole head in my mouth and suck slowly. I couldn’t believe that I was sucking a cock, let alone a stranger's cock, through a hole in a wall. I have no idea who this guy or what he looked like. I continued to suck and pleasured the cock with my mouth. I think it was that I was performing a lewd act with an anonymous person which made me so incredibly horny. No, it was the fact that I was sucking a cock that made me feel horny.

I slid his cock further and further into my mouth. I try to go a bit too far and gag. Knowing my limits, I adjusted my technique and focus on providing the best blowjob I could. Not that I had any real-life experience to guide me, but I had watch plenty of girls sucking cock in the pornos. His moaning must have meant that I was doing it right.

As I continue sucking, I wonder what was going to happen when it came time from him to come. Will he warn me, or will he just shoot in my mouth? Do I swallow? Do I spit? Will he be disappointed if I spit his cum on the floor or would he just be happy that I got him off?

As it turned out, he did not warn me. I had about half his cock in my mouth when he started to release his warm, slightly salty, cum. I initially cough a bit, and some leaked out the sides of my mouth, but I did my best to swallow as much as I could. His cum tasted like nothing I ever had before but surprisingly, it tasted pretty good. As soon as he finished shooting his cum, he pulled his cock out of my mouth and back through the hole. I heard him zip up and he got out of the stall and left the bathroom without saying a word.

I sat back on the toilet, still naked, thinking about what I have just done. I had sucked a stranger’s cock and swallowed his cum. And I had enjoyed it. I was so horny, as my rock-hard cock confirmed. I jerked my cock savouring the taste of his cum that was still in my mouth. It didn’t take long for me to unload my cum as an intense orgasm sent shockwaves through my body.

After calming down from the high that my orgasm gave me, I put on my damp clothes and left the stall. I saw my reflection in the mirror with cum on my chin and neck. I washed my face and then headed home.

During the walk back home, I was re-examining aspects of my life. I realized that the girls in the porn movies that I was attracted to were always flat-chested and boyish. Furthermore, it’s not that I wanted a body like some of the guys but that I was attracted to their sexy bodies. Also, the reason that I was not trying to hook up with girls was because I was not interested in them, it was guys that I wanted to be with. It was their cocks that I wanted to play with. How I instantly wanted to suck the cock as soon as it was presented to me. I was realizing that I was gay. Or more like that I was finally accepting that I was gay. Seeing the cock appear through the gloryhole simply triggered what came naturally to me and that is why I showed no hesitation to sucked it. Seeing that cock, allowed my true gay nature to be freed. Surprisingly or maybe not so surprisingly, accepting that I am gay did not freak me out, instead, I felt a sense of relief. I finally figured out an important part of who I was.

As soon as I got home, I went into the bedroom, stripped off all my clothes, grabbed my laptop and got onto my bed. I found a gay site and started to watch some gloryhole videos to which I jerked off while reliving what I did in that bathroom. I related to the guys sucking cock through the hole and eventually shot cum all over my chest. I scooped up some of my cum and licked it off my hand. My cum tasted okay but was distinctly different from the cum I had earlier. I hoped that soon I would be able to compare the taste of other guys’ cum to mine. Now that I knew I was gay, I had a lot to make up for. I hoped that hooking up with guys or at least a guy, would be easier than my unsuccessful attempts of finding a girl.

I’ve been reading multiple erotic stories here more recently because it reminded me of my time in college. I had an interesting experience during my time as a college student, however some might say it was more wild. Initially, I started reading all these hot college stories from here because I needed an escape from my dull corporate life. But after sharing a couple stories with an old college bud who I got to see last week, I realized how hot and fun our experiences were so, I figured it’s time to share my story now:


It was 2010, somewhere in deep Virginia, I was a freshman studying Business. Not my first choice, but my father (an established businessman) controlled most of my life when I was younger. Our family has a big company all over East Coast and we came from a wealthy background, so it’s safe to say that I was very much spoiled and foolish when I was a teenager. I’m half-Asian, half-White, 6’2 with dark brown hair, played wrestling when I was in high school, so I have an athletic build, and have always been charismatic and a people-pleaser. I was 18 and horny. Always horny. And I knew, that l’d be living a different life than before now that I don’t share the same roof with my parents. I’ve always been a little rebellious. My parents would always catch me sneaking girls in my room when I was in high school and I have also experimented with a few guys as well. So having more freedom made me want to liberate more. Fuck more. Try all of it. Especially since I had my own dorm room with no roommates.

It’s not surprising that I joined a fraternity and instantly became really good friends with our football team. And by middle of first semester, I was probably known by most of the students in my university. I was always around men full of testosterone and hot sorority girls. By the end of the first semester, I’ve probably already fucked 10 girls and made out with multiple guys in my class. Everyone knew I was bisexual. I never hid it. And most of the girls started spreading the word on how great I am in bed. So I had a reputation for a freshman lad.

It was 2 days before spring break, just finishing finals week, and our frat threw one of the biggest party that year. Almost everyone that’s still in the campus was there. But some had already left for vacation, so the dorms were pretty empty at this point. Now, my sex drive usually ramps up when I’m drunk. And since this will be my last party before I go back to my family’s house, I wanted to leave it with a bang. An orgy. Now I had already made out with 2 girls prior to having this idea, so it wasn’t hard to find people I could fuck. After a couple whispers and text messages, I found myself with 2 girls and 2 guys.

All the girls were my past hookups, one of the guys was someone I’ve sucked before, and the other one was his discreet Basketball star boyfriend. It was around 2 am when we went to my dorm, which was completely empty now, and I invited everyone to my room. I’ve always wanted to fuck multiple people all at once. So I was already hard before we even entered my room. As soon as that door shut, I grabbed one of the girls and started making out with her. She was blonde, tall, and skinny. Everyone was watching us for a minute until the other girl started joining. I immediately removed my shirt, revealing my hard rock abs and nice pecs, and saw the two guys staring at me. I could see their bulge through their pants staring at me first. So I grabbed the hands of the guy I’ve sucked before and put it inside my wet pants. He started rubbing it as his discreet boyfriend watched us. It was so hot hearing the two hottest girls make out next to me, while this stud basketball athlete watched his boyfriend rubbed my hard 6 inch cock. The girls started undressing and the guy started to unzip my pants. I was wearing my tighty whities but everyone could see my large dick print because of all the precum I’ve made. The athlete started rubbing himself as he stares at my hot body. Looking at his boyfriend’s lips pressing on my underwear while I play with my nipples. One of the girls went behind my back and started licking my triceps, while the other girl kneeled to lick my undies too. “Take off my soaked underwear” I said to the athlete. He was nervous and very much not used to this, but I know he wanted to taste this. His boyfriend reaches for his hand and pulls him closer slowly. His eyes still locked on my musky underwear, he slowly comes closer to it as his boyfriend unbuckles his pants. His skinny large cock swings up as his boyfriend pulls his boxers down. I could hear the girl behind me fingering herself as she stares at this guy’s dick. It was gorgeous and dripping with precum. lt made my dick twitch. He removes his shirt and looks up at me as his boyfriends guides him closer to my dick. “Remove my underwear with your teeth” I said. So he slowly kneels down and bites the garter, one of the girls help him pull it down. My pubes rubs on this guys cheeks while the girl behind me yanks my undies down completely. My dick whips on this guy’s nose. His boyfriend, staring in awe, jerking his meat, while the girls are all fingering themselves now. Before this stud athlete takes on my angry dick, he takes a big whiff and smells every inch of it. His boyfriend joins him while the girls grab my hands to cup their pussy. I felt like I was in heaven at this point.
Then, the stud starts putting it in his wet mouth as his boyfriend starts to slurp my low hangers. Fuck it felt so good! I make out with one of the girls violently as my fingers start going down the blonde chick’s wet pussy.
We slowly made our way on the floor to which one of the girls start to ride me. With her warm tight pussy bouncing on my dick, she makes out with one of the girls kneeling next to me. I use my free hand to fuck the girl kneeling down and played with her pussy with my long wet fingers. One of the guys sat on my face as I devour his smooth pink hole. I could tell he was enjoying my tongue inside him by his loud moans filling up the entire dorm. His stud boyfriend stands in front of him as he strokes his long veiny dick. We stayed in this position for a bit until one of the girls started cumming.

We take a pause and make our way onto bed and all I could think of was pumping my throbbing dick in that athlete’s ass while I eat some pussy. So I pushed the stud on my bed as I stand on the edge. His boyfriend spits on my dick as I slowly enter his tight hairy hole. One of the girls then hops on the bed and stands in front of me. Since she was short and my bed was tall, her leaking pussy was directly in front of my face. She grabs my hair hard as I start to eat her out. Meanwhile, one of the guys start to kiss my ass cheeks and slowly insert his finger inside me. The blonde girl who just cummed watches us by the edge of the bed as she smells my underwear and fingers herself again.

After 2 minutes of the hottest sex of my life, I explode in that man’s ass and the girl squirts on my chest. As soon as I removed my dick from that ass, his boyfriend hurries to finish on his cum-filled ass as well, as the blonde chic screams in pleasure one last time.

Our moans and screams definitely were heard all over the building. But the dorm was basically empty, so we didn’t give a fuck. We all showered together at the communal bathroom and went to Waffle House after as my treat. We all became really close friends after that. Little did I know that this was just one of our many adventures together.

I would say this was the best sex of my life but it sadly wasn’t. I’ve lost touch on most of them now, last I heard one of the guys went to Asia after college while the other went to West Coast. The blonde chic moved to NY after junior year and the other girl got married right after college. I have them all on facebook but have never bother to messaged the as I know we all have our own lives now.
But I’m not gonna lie, sometimes I still fantasize about this night from time to time and would be my go-to scene whenever I’m jerking off in the middle of the night.

I work in a corporate bureaucracy for the city and I feel like the amount of sexual tension and frustration is widespread through our organization. Does anyone else work in a hypersexual work environment?

Being in engineering, we do not have a lot of women in our teams but it seems that most guys are overly sexual to the point that I have messed around with more "straight" guys in the last 3 years working here than ever before. I don't even have to look very far for sex as it seems that these guys are looking and waiting for any opportunity to fuck. Case in point: I went on a survey with two technicians today and gave one of them a blowjob for the 1st time.

As usual, the 3 of us met at the substation and started our surveying. It is pretty cramped and 3 men can't comfortably fit. Jokes were made and they got sexual. The jokes stopped but I could feel someone's hand lightly rubbing my crotch so I got hard. Rubbing turned to grabbing. The survey continued, more sexual jokes were made, and I had to reposition my dick into my waist so it wasn't so obvious. The survey ended and we wanted to get out of the heat so I volunteered to clean up. The technician already had his dick hanging out his fly while his coworker was still walking to his truck. His back was turned to the other technician but he was ready. No words were said. I just pulled down my pants to release my dick and started sucking. He came in about 1 minute and jerked me off.

When we were done, we both just said thanks and moved on with our day. At some point soon, I fully expect this technician to drop by my office with his dick already out. These relationships only happen at work and this seems to be normal around here. If everyone is a slut, are we really sluts?

There are many ways to get ahead in politics, but I bet you didn’t realise one of them was to take a few bare-bottom spankings.

It happened to me one summer in the 1980s when I was an Intern for, well actually I don’t want to tell you his real name. If I did, you’d know who he was right away and go like “Wow! No way! He’s married with kids.” But, then again aren’t they all.

So, for now I’m going to call him Smith, and let’s leave it at that.

He is still in politics and if I told you the name it’d get onto Fox News and I don’t want to end us the guy who took all those spankings from Smith.

I was twenty-one years old and was about to go to graduate school when my father got me the internship. He’s pretty big in a really important business (again, no details, I don’t want you to guess who I am) and his company was (still is) a big donor to party funds. So, it was easy to get a place in his office. I had already set my sights on a career in politics and this was a fantastic opportunity to make the first big step.

I was a striking-looking boy in those days. My nickname was “choir boy.” It was because of my angelic cherubic looks, not because of my morals. When you looked like I did you had lots of opportunities to sin. I had no trouble finding a girl; they would come on to me all the time.

I had a lot of admirers among some of the boys too, if you know what I mean. They didn’t try anything on though. Except this one boy once. We were both a little drunk, I think. We were standing together talking when without warning he lent in towards me and tried to kiss me. I just lost it and punched his face in. I’m not particularly proud of it, but there you are. A man’s gotta do …

I played a little tennis. It’s a good way to make contacts among people like yourself who can do you favours. I also swam quite a bit. So I had a toned body, and so I am told, a great ass.

I had been working at Smith’s office for about three days before I actually met the great man. I was just a “gofer” – you know go for this; go for that – and spent my time running small errands for other people. I got pretty good at making coffee too. It was easier in those days when a cup of coffee was pretty much just a dark brown liquid, not the work of art it is now.

On the third day Smith came visiting. I can’t remember why, I guess it was just routine stop off to see the troops. There were a gang of people there, more than there usually were; I suppose they were sucking up to Smith to try to get recognised.

I didn’t have to try to get his attention. He found me. I was dressed like all the other guys; uniform mid-grey suit, white shirt, sober tie, but even like that, I stood out in a crowd.

Smith came over and introduced himself to me. As if I didn’t know who he was. I told him my name and we had an inconsequential chat. I could see eyes in the room staring at us. Envious of me, I thought, talking to the Great Man. Looking back, maybe some of them knew more than I did: Smith was moving in on this year’s Spring Chicken.

I was pleased to have been noticed, but didn’t think much about it until a few days later I was told I was being transferred to Smith’s private office. I was delighted. Now, I was on my way in politics.

Smith’s “private office” turned out to be much bigger than I thought. It wasn’t a cosy small group of people, who were always in the presence of the great man. There must have been at least forty workers there.

I got to do more interesting work, following up on queries from the public, helping research for speeches and so on. And, I did see a lot of Smith.

My life took a dramatic turn after I’d been in his private office for about a week. I was working on some research about job losses or something and I screwed it up. I was supposed to get the most recent stats, but the ones I delivered were a year out of date. Smith was pretty cross when he found out. The work had to be done again. Time had been wasted and Smith did not like timewasters.

So, it didn’t help when I arrived late at the office the next morning when we were trying to finish off a speech the Great Man had to deliver to autoworkers that afternoon.

Smith didn’t say anything but he growled. Honestly, he growled at me, like a big dog might do while it was weighing up its options about whether to attack you.

I kept out of the way for the rest of the day. Smith went off to make his speech, which was badly received. The Great Man is not a natural friend of the working man.

I was staying late at the office. I was trying to pick up this girl, and despite my cherubic looks, toned body and great ass, she was playing hard to get.

Smith was in the office with the blinds drawn, so I guessed he was working on something important and didn’t want to be disturbed. He called out to me to fetch him a coffee. I took it in, but just as I was approaching his desk my foot trod on something on the carpet (it turned out to be a stapler someone had dropped). I lost my balance a little and the coffee cup went flying from the saucer, landing among papers on his desk.

He exploded. I won’t tell you what he said, but if my mother heard me say such words she would call me “potty mouth.”

“You fool!” he roared. “Look what you’ve done!”

I mumbled an apology. It genuinely wasn’t my fault. Why had the stapler been left on the floor for anyone to fall over it? I was sorry for the damage, but I was even sorrier at the prospect that he would kick me out of the internship and my first break into politics would be over.

He tore me off a strip. He recalled the poor research statistics and my late arrival at the office.

Embarrassed, I stared at the carpet. Then he said it. “What you need young man is a darned good spanking.”

I looked up at him, expecting to see abroad grin across his face. But, no: he meant it. He really thought I needed my bottom spanked.

I didn’t know how to respond. I don’t think he wanted reply, because he carried on.

“A spanking will teach you a sense of responsibility. I don’t suppose you’ve ever been spanked in your life.”

Actually, I had. My mother had taken her hairbrush to my behind once or twice. When I had overstepped the mark once too often, she would sigh with exasperation, pick up her brush, seat herself on the couch and drag me across her knee. I’d get a half a dozen swats on the seat of my shorts and I would go running to the hills, crying my eyes out.

Yes, I had been spanked before: but not since I was eight years old.

He didn’t wait for a reply from me.

“Well now’s the time to start.”

He crossed his office and closed the door.

“Bend over and grab your ankles.”

I was just about to make a joke, but stopped myself in time. He was deadly serious.

“Bend over, I said.”

In that moment I took a decision that may well have changed my life. I reckoned if I took this spanking, it would mean I could keep my internship at his office. But, it also meant I would have power over Smith. Sometime in the future I could blackmail him about this. I don’t mean extort money from him. I wasn’t interested in cash, my family had more than enough of that. No, I could threaten to use this against him unless I received favours from him. At that time I didn’t know what those might be, but I would have a lever.

I bent over and grabbed my ankles.

I was in the classic position for a paddling and I expected Smith to fetch a wood from his drawer or somewhere, but no. Instead, he lifted the tail of my jacket clear of my rear and smacked me with the palm of his hand.

Of course, with my pants and underwear on, I hardly felt a thing. After a couple of dozen smacks, Smith realised his hand was hurting much more than my ass.

“Doh! This is not good. Stand up.”

I did so, my face was bright red, not from embarrassment especially, but where the blood had rushed to my head while I was staring down at the carpet.

Smith took the chair from behind his desk and placed it in the centre of his office. It seemed my spanking was not yet over.

“Take off your jacket. Put it on my desk.”

I did as instructed, while he sat himself down on the chair.

“Stand there,” he snapped his fingers and pointed to a spot to his right.

“Pants down.”

I hesitated.

“Be quick about it,” a stern order.

Embarrassed as hell, I unbuckled my belt and let my pants fall to my knees. I was entering unknown territory.

“Shorts down too. All the way to your feet. Come on.”

This was the point of no return. I closed my eyes tight and flicked my underwear. When I was suitably prepared, Smith grabbed my left arm and pulled me across his lap, so that I had to stretch my arms in front of me to stop myself crashing into the floor. I pressed the palms of my hand flat in on the carpet to steady myself. My legs stuck out at an angle behind me and my toes just touched the floor. My bare ass was perfectly positioned high across his strong thighs for my spanking.

He pulled my shirt away from the target area and I could feel the palm of his hand gently explore my baby-smooth buttocks. He caressed the cheeks from the base of my spine across both firm globes to the creases where they meet the thighs.

Then he started spanking me. Yes, spanking me: a grown man of twenty-one.

The shock of the impact jolted me and I gasped as the incredibly hard slaps hit home. He had developed a technique that I was to experience many times that summer. He didn’t raise his arm high to bring his hand crashing down into my bottom with a slow rhythm. Rather, he raised his palm off my bottom, probably no more than a few inches, and then brought it down hard with rapid swats so there was no time to absorb the pain of one Smack!!! before another one followed through. They came with ferocious speed and effectiveness. I wasn’t counting but with this method he could probably deliver thirty or forty Smacks!!! per minute.

My ass went from warm to white hot in a couple of minutes as he pummelled away at my bottom. Smith was an expert spanker, he whacked all over both buttocks and the thighs. He went right round the circuit from the top of the left cheek, followed by the bottom of the right, over to the centre of them both, then to the thigh. You never knew where the next slap would land.

Pain built rapidly on pain. My ass was frying and I was yelping. Involuntarily I kicked out my legs and wriggled my body to left and right, rather like I was swimming a length in the pool. It was agony, but I knew the pain would be worth it.

Smith grabbed me tightly around the waist. He wasn’t letting me go anywhere. I tried to raise my hand behind me to protect my ass from the rapid hand spanks, but my body was so far forward and at an angle, that I couldn’t reach back.

Smith was silent throughout the entire spanking. He reserved his strength for the job in hand.

That first spanking must have gone on for at least five minutes. I was whipped. Until that day I would never have believed that so much agony could be inflicted just by a man’s hand on the ass.

I tried to control myself, but could not. I was gently sobbing as the pain increased to agony. I wanted this to stop, but no way was I going to beg him. Instinctively, I knew I must let him have his satisfaction. He would stop when he was ready and not before.

Eventually, he did stop. The spanking was over, but he kept tight hold of me across his lap. My eyes were moist with tears. My buttocks were blistered.

We were both breathing heavily when eventually he allowed me up on my feet. My ass was a blazing red hue. I looked sheepishly at the man who had delivered such a harsh spanking.

“Get dressed,” he commanded. I did so.

There was no further lecturing, only, “You’d better go home. Don’t be late for work tomorrow.”

So, that was the start of one of the most important periods of my life. That wasn’t the only spanking I got from Smith and until now, I’ve never told a living soul. But, it feels good to get it off my chest.

Maybe one day I’ll tell you some more.

Rik hid behind the curtain and gazed into the garden below. His neighbour Ste lifted his shirt over his head; he was about to lay in the sun. Rik’s cock stiffened at the sight. What a body, a six-pack to die for. Not a spare gram of fat anywhere.

Ste was now nearly naked; only a tiny pair of shorts covered his manhood. Rik peered; were they shorts or were they Boxers, he wondered? Ste was probably the type to parade in public in his underwear. God only knew he had the body to carry it off. If they were Boxers, the floral pattern told Rik they hadn’t been bought in Tesco.

Rik unzipped his own shorts and let them full to his ankles, his cock strained against his tight underpants. He tugged them down. His dick was long and hard, a deep blue vein throbbed along its entire length. He had already jerked himself dry once that morning, dreaming he had the gorgeous Ste in his arms. He pulled open the drawer to his dressing table. Damn. He had used the last of the lube. He gobbed spit into the palm of his hand and stretched out on the bed.

Rik had moved into the room a week previously. It was a good set up. A large house converted into four self-contained rooms and there were a couple of communal rooms too. It was like having a house share, but with more privacy. Ste had spotted an ad on the Internet. The landlord was older . A bit of a hunk too. He took care of himself. The rent was pretty cheap, especially for your own front door. Rik was sure he had landed on his feet, a great room and a sexy neighbour, who wasn’t afraid to let you know.

Ste wasn’t gay, more’s the pity, Rik thought. In the week since he moved in Rik had seen Ste with two different women. A blonde girl with legs up to her chin on Monday morning, and a petite redhead with freckles on Wednesday. Ste could have anyone he wanted, Rik reckoned, and who could blame him?

Rik was no gargoyle. He had piercing blue eyes and fair hair. His boyish grin and tight bottom got him a long way at the clubs. But Rik was cute in a boy-next-door kind of way. Ste was sexy, as in hot-hot-hot, fuck-my-brains-out.

Rik shot a load over his stomach and lay staring at the ceiling. Oh Ste, Ste, why couldn’t you be gay?

Rik cleaned himself down. He should hurry, he was already more than an hour late for his shift at the supermarket. His boss was already on his case; he’d been told one more time and he would lose his job.

…

“Why so glum, Rik?” It was Ste, naked except for those shorts, standing in the communal hallway. Rik paused, how he wanted to kiss those nipples and then run his tongue all over that hard chest and stomach. Then, he would rip down those shorts – they were Boxers; up close Rik could see the fly. He’d take his balls in his mouth before sucking Ste’s shaft and then …

“Rik?”

Rik woke with a start. “Sorry Ste, my mind was somewhere else.”

“Why you so miserable?”

I’ve been sacked.”

“Hard luck. Where’d you work?”

“Tesco.”

“Oh, not much of a job then.”

“No, but it paid the rent.”

Ste’s dark brown eyes sparkled. He grinned, “There’s more than one way to pay the rent,” and he sashayed his delightfully tight little arse up the stairs to his room.

Rik stared, his cock throbbing once more. Pay the rent. There was no way he could pay the rent. He had no savings, no immediate job prospect. He couldn’t go home, his parents more or less disowned him the moment they found he was gay. He’d be on the streets by the end of the month. Despondently, he trudged up the stairs, his hard-on still raging.

It was four days later when they next met on the stairs. Rik’s mouth gaped, his cock roared, he had never seen anything like it before. Even the boys at the clubs never dressed like this. Ste’s cock and arse was barely covered by the shortest, tightest white cotton shorts imaginable. Rik tried not to stare. He failed. Now, he knew his neighbour had been circumcised. What a pity, he thought. Rik’s chest and torso glistened with lotion.

Ste grinned, “Down boy,” and glanced down at the bulge, now tenting the front of Rik’s shorts. Rik’s mouth opened and closed. What was it he wanted to say?

“Can’t stop to chat, the landlord’s here. I’ve got to pay the rent.” Ste flashed that cheeky grin again and eased past Rik, wriggling his buttocks in an exaggerated walk as he went. Rik watched him enter the communal sitting room. His cock throbbed, he needed a wank. He headed up the stairs but stopped before he reached the top. Masturbation must wait. Something mysterious was going on.

He tiptoed down the stairs and through the hallway. The door to the sitting room was wide open. All was silent. Rik paused. It was an instinct. Something was happening in the room. He couldn’t hear a thing, but he was certain Ste and Mr Cresswell, the landlord, were there. Something immense was happening. Rik had two choices; to creep forward and spy on the pair or flee back to his room. If he left now he might regret never knowing the truth.

Stealthily, he crept forward. He was three metres from the room but through the open door he had a clear view. Mr Cresswell sat on a heavy wooden straight-backed chair. He was a fit man in his late thirties, he had his legs wide apart, army boots planted firmly in the carpet. He wore military camouflaged trousers and a white sleeveless singlet that held in place his gym-honed muscles. His biceps bulged. Ste lay entirely naked face-down across the wide platform that were Cresswell’s legs. The twenty four-year-old’s arms dangled in mid-air to the landlord’s left and his legs and feet to the right. Cresswell sucked his index finger making sure it was covered in spit and then gently he traced it along the length of Ste’s spine from the neck to his arse crack. Rik shivered and his trooper stood to attention once more.

Ste lay motionless, staring blankly at the beige carpet in front of his face. His breathing was regular. His buttocks twitched slightly when Cresswell’s finger reached the top of his crack. Then the landlord cupped the palm of his right hand and make soft circular motions across the tiny hillocks that were Ste’s buttock cheeks. From his vantage point, Rik could not see his neighbour’s face or his shining eyes.

Cresswell caressed Ste’s arse for a minute or two before directing his palm down the young man's thighs. When he was satisfied with that he returned his attention to his tenant’s muscular back. Rik’s cock throbbed raw. Any moment now, without the least encouragement from his right fist, it would explode in his pants. He should get away now to the bathroom while he still had a chance.

His willpower was weak. He gaped, the saliva draining from his mouth as Cresswell raised his right palm about a metre from Ste’s naked bum and slapped it down with some force. It made little impact; Ste had buns of steel. Rik wouldn’t be surprised if Cresswell’s hand hurt much more than Ste’s bum. The landlord spanked again and again. They were unhurried spanks. It was no frenzied punishment session. It was an act of devotion. Ste stared down at the carpet, his body still and inviting, as his landlord spanked his bottom to the colour of a good claret wine. Creswell paused his spanking and once again cupped his palm and caressed the submissive buttocks bent across his knees and pointing at the ceiling. The flesh felt hot. Hand spankings often do more damage and cause more pain than the uninitiated might suspect.

He cracked three dozen hand swats at power and speed into the underside of Ste’s bum. The young man felt those alright, his body quivered and squirmed. It was a reflex action as much as anything. His body was being assaulted and this was its way of coping. Then it was over. Creswell panted and wheezed. Ste opened and closed his mouth like a goldfish. Both needed to get their breath back.

“Stand up.” It was a command. Cresswell expected to be obeyed. The only way Ste could get off his landlord’s lap was to roll sideways and fall onto the carpet. He lay face down for a moment and then dragged himself to a kneeling position. Cresswell rose from the chair. Rik stared transfixed. He saw his new landlord unbuckled the wide heavy leather belt from his trousers. Then he released the clasp of his fatigues and tugged the zipper. The weight of the military camouflages sent them slithering to his ankles.

No words were spoken. Ste reached forward and gently took hold of the waist of Creswell’s navy-blue Boxers. It took three tugs to get them to rest on top of the trousers. Creswell’s cock was long thick, uncut and as hard as steel. Ste’s mouth soon got sore from keeping it wide open for so long. Rik watched as his own cock oozed cum into his pants. Ste held Creswell’s dick by the base and swirled his tongue around it.

Creswell moaned, his eyes tightly closed. He was close to coming. “Slowly, slowly,” he commanded. Ste took the cock from his mouth and gasped for air. He took the throbbing muscle in his right hand and slowly massaged it, stroking along the full length from base to head, then letting go and returning to the base again.

“That’s it. That’s it. Slowly,” Creswell panted. He opened his eyes. Two metres ahead of him stood Rik, blushing profusely, the front of his shorts covered in sticky goo.

“Hello young man,” the landlord gasped. “Have you come to pay your rent as well?”

Hey all!

I wanted to post my prev time having sex…it was last month and I was on grindr. A guy 22yo messaged me. So on and on. Anyway he ended up picking me up and we head to a sex store where you can literally have sex. We get there and paid and head into the theater where porn was playing. Other guys was in the room. We sat and began playing and making out. We get undressed and I began to suck on his massive cock while being watched. A guy came towards me to suck his, I did feel a little uncomfortable about this. The guy I came with began to fuck me. All of the other guys watched but never joined.
Below is my ass to see what he was fucking. I don’t have any of his pics

Hi guys

Really loved this story: "Mike und ich" and cant find it anymore. Do you know where it is and what happened with it?

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

I don't want to spoil the story with too many tags, but if you like my other stories ("A Strange Case" A Strange Case (mf, Mmf, Penis Expansion, Breast Expansion, Tg/futa/gender Bender) and to a lesser extent, "The Amulet" The Amulet (MF, MFM, MMF, MM, Orgy)), then you will likely like this one. If you don't like "A Strange Case," then this story may not be for you.

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There came to be a time in history where the modern world seemed to be inescapable to many that lived in it. People were everywhere. Technology was encroaching more and more into people’s lives. The quiet moments, the far-off places, the ability to disconnect, and to just be alone, was becoming almost impossible. Everything was here. Now. Connected. Fast. Explained. Shallow. There was no mystery or magic left. There were no questions that could not be explained. While it was an exciting time to be alive for most, for a dwindling few it left them unfulfilled. This diminishing group of people had a nagging feeling there was something more.

Included among those that longed for more were Jack and Alex. They weren’t some kind of spiritualists, communists, or monks. They were mid-level professionals in tech and business, in their early thirties, doing what their society expected of them. They had good jobs, exclusive girlfriends with relationships of appropriate length – not too short to be a fling, but not so long to be too committed or having anyone suggesting marriage – drove the right cars, lived in the right parts of town, maintained the right healthy lifestyle, cared about the right causes, but somehow recognized that each wanted more.

In this era, when acquaintances were common and friends were few, Jack and Alex were true best friends.

When Jack and Alex realized how much they had in common they started to arrange their time off work so they could vacation together. For half the vacation they would bring their girlfriends, and for the other half they would go alone. With their girlfriends they went to the expected places – the cities, the destinations, the events. But when they went by themselves they disconnected. They went off-the-grid. They went to those far off places that still exist in the world where they would see no other human being. Where they could only rely on themselves.

One year, Jack and Alex had saved enough time off that they decided they would take almost all their vacation time at once and spend almost a month getting away from it all. To really go remote. But to not completely ignore their girlfriends, Jack and Alex arranged to meet up with them near the end of the month in a luxurious hotel far away from any wilderness. Their girlfriends thought this was a way for all of them to celebrate the accomplishment of conquering the wild, but in reality, Jack and Alex knew the real celebration and real accomplishment would in the wild itself. It was in what they hoped to find out there.

With almost a month, Jack and Alex would finally be able to go really big. To really get away. To go to an area of wilderness days from anywhere, where they were more alone than they ever imagined possible.

Or so they thought.

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“Our camp is a fucking disaster,” Jack said, as he stepped into the clearing that just an hour before had contained their neatly established camp. “I hoped somehow our camp would be spared. That sudden storm was like a hurricane mixed with a tornado.”

“Well, that can’t be right,” Alex said, looking around at the disarray. “I remember you said, ‘This is the dry season and the only moisture we should feel is the morning dew,’ to which I replied…”

“Yes, yes, you made some quip about your girlfriend’s pussy. I would rather you not even you mention your girlfriend while dressed, or rather not dressed, like that,” Jack motioned at Alex, as he tried to figure out where to start rebuilding.

Alex stood before him with his hands on his hips, completely naked except for his hiking boots. “I am wearing confidence,” he said and flexed for effect, “which is all I need, and is far better than those soaked shorts you are wearing. If you liked how we were getting before we found that lake, those wet shorts should get you back on the path to a funky case of crotch rot.”

“Ha. After an hour swimming in a picturesque, spring-fed lake to wash off two weeks of trekking through the wilderness, I don’t think 15 minutes in wet shorts will matter,” Jack replied looking around, “Except I hope it’s only 15 minutes. Looking around here, we might be limited to the soaked clothes on our backs, or the ones not on your back.”

“Yeah, my fine physique may be the least of our concerns if we don’t find our survival essentials,” Alex said. He then pointed, “There is our shelter tarp wrapped around up that tree” and then saw the waterproof cases of their rifles shoved almost under a rock. “And there are our rifles. Two out of three isn’t bad.”

Jack was looking through the branches and sticks that were strewn around the camp, “Here are our packs – or what’s left of them. It looks like they exploded when they were whipped against a tree. Clothing, food, everything is everywhere.” He dug into the pack and pulled out a small bottle of whiskey. “One survivor at least,” he said before continuing his previous thought. “If anyone doesn’t believe in climate change, they just need to see this shit. One minute we are drying off after swimming, the sky is clear, and the next minute we are hit by that massive storm. Then by the time we get back here, the rain has stopped and the sky is almost clear again. A freak, sudden storm this time of year has to be climate change. There can’t be any other reason.”

“I hope that explanation keeps you warm, because I haven’t heard you mention finding our fire starter,” Alex said. “Even if you did, I don’t know how much help it would be with all this wet wood.”

The two men looked at each other at the mention of “wet wood,” let the pause hang in the air, and then both started laughing at the juvenile joke made in the face of increasingly palpable peril.

In a break in their laughter, Jack stood still. “What was that?” Jack whispered.

“Don’t fuck with me man,” Alex replied in a low voice.

“I’m not, quiet,” Jack hissed, “Listen…”

They both could hear it. There was something coming through the woods. It was big. It was unafraid. It was coming right for them.

“Oh shit,” Alex whispered as they both scrambled to grab their rifles from their cases.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” Jack whispered as he shouldered his rifle. “Aim high.”

“Big motherfucker,” whispered Alex, his voice tight with terror as he shouldered rifle as well.

“Don’t shoot until it breaks cover,” whispered Jack, feeling sweat break out across his body.

“Got it,” whispered Alex, his muscles tense and his eyes searching for the first sign of movement.

They both stood there aiming at the dense underbrush as the unknown beast approached them without slowing.

Then it was on them.

This was it.

The bushes parted.

“It’s been a while since I had three deadly weapons pointed at me at the same time,” said the calm, unmistakably feminine voice that somehow even in this tense moment dripped with sensuality, as her refined hand swept aside a branch.

Both men immediately recognized they were looking at the most beautiful woman they had ever seen. This was remarkable because the woman had a hooded cloak the color of midnight thrown over her head and covering her upper body, and she had a long, heavy dark skirt, which seemed to swirl one moment indigo, the next maroon, the next dark green, going from her waist to the ground. Her eyes, smoldering and powerful, told them all they needed to know about what was otherwise covered by the cloak and skirt.

“Three?” Alex managed, still too shocked to say anything more intelligent.

With the men’s rifles still pointed at her, the woman confidently strode closer. “Yes, one,” she pointed at Jack’s rifle. He immediately lowered it. “Two,” she pointed at Alex’s rifle, and he lowered it as well. The woman smiled, stepping closer. “Three,” she said, as she pointed at Alex’s cock. Despite the stress and strangeness of the encounter, unlike the rifles, Alex’s cock rose a little in response.

Alex and the woman locked eyes, and she smiled at him in return. Alex knew he would do anything to maintain that look and that smile.

“We’re really sorry about that,” Jack said, as he put his rifle away. “We haven’t seen another hiker in days and we certainly didn’t expect to see anyone else this far out. We thought you were some kind of wild animal.”

The woman turned to him, taking the cloak down from her head, revealing her dark black hair, which was wild, piled, and tossed, somehow making her even more alluring. She was around their age, or maybe a few years younger, about 5’9, and without the cloak the men could appreciate the perfection of her face and fair olive toned skin.

She then smiled at Jack almost the same way as she had smiled at Alex, but somehow softer, more innocently. “I hope you aren’t disappointed. I have been accused of being a wild animal, but usually you have to get to know me first,” she said. “I am just glad you are better at trigger-discipline than your camp discipline. This place is a mess.”

“Really? You don’t say, I thought it was a bit homey,” Alex replied as he put his rifle away.

“Ha,” said Jack. “I’m glad you noticed. We got hit by some freak hurricane, monsoon, tornado hybrid while we were washing-up in the nearby lake. It soaked us, tore at our clothes, and apparently destroyed our camp while we were away. This is a far cry from the published information that all says even a light rain is infrequent this time year.”

“Climate change is a bitch, isn’t she?” the woman replied. “But you do have good taste in lakes – that one is one of my favorites.”

Jack noticed that instead of wearing a backpack like most hikers the woman was carrying a multicolored crocheted sack. Jack motioned to the sack, “Oh, so, uh, are you from around here?”

“Kind of. I like being far away from it all and I have become familiar with all the most alluring, remote places in this world. This is one of my favorites, and maybe even more now,” she replied, raising an eyebrow just slightly. “I think it could be yours too, especially if your camp is set right. Perhaps I can help?”

“We would never turn down free help at a time like this,” replied Alex. He wanted to add “from a beautiful woman like you,” but somehow stopped himself.

“I didn’t say it was free,” said the woman. “All it will cost you is listening to my one suggestion. But it is just a suggestion and is really for your benefit. You can turn it down and I will still help. I don’t want to sound presumptuous, but I can almost bet I have lifetimes more experience out here than you, so hear me out: one of you is underdressed and the other is overdressed.”

The men replied almost at the same time.

“My shorts are soaked and I want them to dry and not get crotch-rot,” said Alex.

“We are still looking for our clothes and I needed something to wear until we do,” said Jack.

“I have a solution for each of you,” the woman said as she reached into her bag and pulled out a pink blanket and a purple skirt. “These are my only clean extras, and while one is a skirt, it is dry and will keep you warm until your shorts dry. As I am sure you know, the temperature up here begins falling around this time of day and with neither dry clothes nor fire, you won’t be comfortable for long.”

Alex and Jack eyed the blanket and skirt.

“Thanks,” said Jack, “I will take one.”

“Thanks, I will take the other,” said Alex. “Rock, paper, scissors to choose first.”

Alex won and chose the blanket, leaving Jack with the skirt.

As the woman handed the skirt to Jack she said, “If you are going to be in my skirt, I should at least know your name.”

“I’m Jack,” he said as he pulled the skirt up. While the skirt was similar in length to the one the woman was wearing, on Jack’s 6’2 frame it went to about mid-calf. He then dropped his shorts from underneath so as not to reveal himself her. Somehow even covering even more skin now with her skirt than he was when wearing his shorts, Jack felt more exposed as she looked him over.

Alex took the blanket from her. “Nice to meet you, I’m Alex,” he said as he wrapped it around his waist.

“Much better, let’s get to work,” the woman said approvingly as she moved off to start picking up branches from around the camp.

Jack recognized she was not going to return the introduction, “And what should we call you?” Jack asked as he set to work.

“Luna,” she said.

“Luna…” Alex echoed softly.