Before I start, I want to apologize for my bad English, it's not my native language. I live in an Asian country, here we follow the ancient French education system, since the French invaded us a long time ago. A medical doctor will take 6 years of study in Uni after high school and an additional 18 months of clinical practice before being recognized as a "real" medical doctor. I went to do a clinical internship in a small town. I was assigned to the surgical specialty according to my wishes. The dean is the person assigned to guide my internship. At that time I was 24 years old, and he had been working for 12 years, he was 36 years old. And from what he said, I was the first person he guided as an apprentice, according to our Asian culture, I called him shīfu (master). My boss is a married man and from what I can see, he is a straight man. In his senior year of high school, he got a girl pregnant and married that girl. Now he has a wife, a son, in senior year of high school, and another 2-year-old son. He's not too handsome or tall, he's about the same height as me, the average height for Asian men. He speaks with a slight accent from where he comes from. And from what I see, he doesn't seem as smart as I expect, he doesn't remember much of the clinical theory about medical treatment, but in return, he is an excellent surgeon and a great boss. He's really good at defending his subordinates. And he has a generous personality, he often laughs loudly freely, and when he asks you to do something, he often winks at you. In short, everyone loves him, but if you're a girl, I'm sure you won't find him too attractive. I'm a newly graduated doctor, younger than him, so I'm better at technology. So he would often asked me for help with computers, and I basically just followed him around the hospital cause you know, he's my Shifu. Gradually we became quite close.
If you must know, I'm an closet bisexual man. Normally, in a given situation, I will choose a girl over a guy in 70 - 80% of cases, of course if the man is not someone like Henry Cavill. That, and the fact that society here was not really open to gay people back then. So I decided not to tell anyone. I was like, straight people don't have to come out, why should I? I didn't tell anyone, not even my girlfriend. I planned to tell her before I asked her to marry me, and if she couldn't accept it, then maybe I shouldn't marry her.
Talking about my boss again. At first I didn't find him attractive, like, at all. Even looked down on him a little bit ). But gradually I found myself attracted to him, instead of others - more handsome guys in our dept. It's quite odd, but I don't know why.
Let's talk a little so you understand our workplace. We work in the biggest hospital in town. And because of the layoff policy, we work quite hard. We spent most of the day at the hospital. It is normal to stay in the hospital for 3 to 4 consecutive days. We ate, slept, and washed there. Our department has 12 people, including 8 men, and we only have one men's bathroom. Outside is where the washing machine and dryer were located. Among all of us, my boss is probably the one who stays in the hospital the most, besides the reason that he is the best surgeon among us and always has to deal with difficult cases, partly because He lives about an hour's drive from the hospital. He only comes home like once or twice a week. We have enough sleeping space for everyone at work. Of course, it's not enough for each person to have their own room, but the two of us will have to share a room. And because I always have to run after my boss, because he is my trainee instructor - Shifu, as I mentioned. So everyone arranged for me and him to sleep in the same room. We slept in there, just the two of us, many times. But nothing weird happened, we were just like two straight men sleeping in the same room. Even though lately I've been sneaking glances at his butt or crotch when he's fast asleep and getting very horny, but I didn't do anything stupid, until one day.
As I mentioned, we only have one men's bathroom, so we have to take turns showering, and there are usually no two people in the same laundry room. That day it was my turn to take a shower, I went into the laundry room and looked on the drying rack for my clean clothes to change into. Because our dryer was broken at that time and the weather was quite cold, I often rubbed the clothes I was drying on my cheek to see if they were dry or not. Meanwhile, I saw my boss's dirty clothes thrown in the dirty laundry basket, bc he just took a shower before me. And the last person to take a shower during the day has to put the clothes into the washing machine, so his dirty clothes were still there. So was his underwear, of course. Suddenly I became very horny when I saw his underwear. I picked it up and looked at it. It was still a little warm. And I suddenly felt like I wanted to stuff it into my mouth. So I brought it up to my nose and sniffed it. Well, it smelled exactly like him, I was wondering if it was the smell of his cock when I suddenly heard someone open the door to the laundry room. I reacted very quickly and threw my boss's dirty underwear into the dirty laundry basket. When I looked back, my boss was standing at the door, he looked at me and smiled mischievously. I pulled the towel and covered my crotch, because I was in my boxer and my cock was hard asf, the head was sticking out of my underwear.

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So here I come with a new story, this is gonna be short but I hope you'll like it.

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It was a normal night out in my life, like any other. Just another night at the same old club, with the same old people. My name is Liam, I'm 22 years old and I'm from California. I'm here to tell a story that happened with my boyfriend and his friends. It is worth mentioning that my boyfriend and I, had an open relationship and it had always gone very well. It did not represent any conflict in our relationship. I should also mention that I have always been very slutty, that's why I was the one who initially proposed to open the relationship. I like to be treated like a slut while having sex, I love it when someone is very verbal while they have me in a very submissive state. That is exactly the treatment I got from my boyfriend, but in this story, he was not the co-protagonist. My boyfriend's name was Benjamin, he was a year younger than me but he was definitely more physically developed than me. He was taller and athletic, he had a very masculine and dominating aura about him.

That night we were celebrating my boyfriend's friend's birthday and as we always did for birthdays, we all went to the same club as always. That day, Benjamin was a bit unwell, he had been feeling sick all day and he was tired, even though he always tried to be the life of the party. We always got horny just by seeing how the other was making out with another guy, I was always looking for masculine guys and he was always looking for the opposite. Our roles were well defined. I thought that if he watched me making out with another guy, he would catch up with me, but that night wasn’t the case. Benja stayed seated with other friends from the group we went out with.

I went dancing with his two friends James and Oliver, with whom there was always a kind of sexual tension but nothing had ever happened because they were friends with my boyfriend. Aside from the fact that I didn't think I had a chance with James, in my perspective, the sexual tension with him was completely a joke as he had always proven to be fully straight but an ally of the LGBT community. Oliver was bisexual but with a tendency towards boys. I don't know if James was very happy that day because of his birthday celebration and Oliver was very drunk, but they started touching me more than usual.

I stayed dancing just with James in a very clingy way, taking every opportunity to rub up against him as we danced. As I watched my boyfriend licking his lips, horny at the sight of us but tried to look away from where I was to avoid getting caught. I was totally amazed by James, never had his teasing reached these levels. I felt him getting much hornier as the time passed by, I think the joint he had previously smoked had a lot to do with it as well. I was already too horny and I let myself get loose when I’m like that. James took advantage of the fact that the club was super dark to try to put his hand down my pants, pull aside the pink thong I was wearing and stick a finger up my ass, noticing that it was already dilated and that I was not putting resistance to his finger.

• "I've never done this and I don't know if it's the weed or your little ass, but I guess you'll be my birthday present, won't you?" said James as he continued to stick his index finger up my ass.

I couldn't answer, just pumped my ass against his finger to feel it deeper. He pulled me into a corner of the club that was a little more private and there was no chance of people watching us weirdly. It was a LGBT friendly club and it was normal to see couples making out in any corner. James started to pull my pants down to the middle of my ass, grabbed the top fabric of my thong, and started to pull it up, making the string of the thong go between the crack of my ass. I guess in his conversations with my boyfriend, my boyfriend mentioned to him how much it turned me on to have that done with my underwear. He started licking and biting my neck while he had my back to him, with my hands resting on the wall in front of me. I was bursting with excitement, I wanted him to fuck me and possess me right there no matter who could see us. James had always caused extreme curiosity in me, I liked his hairless and muscular body very much. He worked his body many hours a week at the gym, without looking completely grotesque with so much muscle. He had just the right amount of muscle to look lean but with defined muscles. We were in that little game for a few minutes until we decided to stop and go back to the group so we wouldn't do anything crazy in front of many people.

I walked back to where my boyfriend was standing, gave him a peck on the cheeks, and put on the innocent face he loved so much.

• "Did you like the show, love?" I asked him almost shouting, since the music was so loud and I'm sure no one else would hear it.
• "Yes, baby, I loved how uninhibited you get when you go out," he said, pulling me by my shirt to sit on his lap. "Can you feel it?" he said, biting my ear as he moved my hips with his hands to rub me over his erect cock. He had it fully hard.
• "I feel it, love, apparently you weren't that sick, hahaha," I told him as I slipped my hand under my ass so I could touch his cock.
• "Benja, do you have a cigarette to give me?" came James interrupting our moment.
• "Sure dude, here," Benja said to James, handing him a cigarette and passing him the lighter.
• "Thanks, bro... I'll go smoke outside," said James, taking the path towards the exit of the club.
• "I'll be right back, love," I said to Benja, as I gave him a peck on the lips and headed off to chase after James. "James, wait. I'll walk with you," I said to James as I grabbed him by the forearm.

We walked out of the club and James started smoking as he talked to me and touched his cock over his pants.

• "The effect of the weed has calmed down a little, but I'm still horny," James told me as he kept rubbing his cock.
• "I can tell," I told him as I looked directly at his bulge and bit my lower lip.
• "I've been curious about doing it with a guy for a while now and you make me very curious, Liam," James said moving closer to me, getting both of our packages to rub together. "I've seen what a slut you were with Benja after you got me horny back there, you can't just leave me like this," he said, taking my hand and leading it straight to his already hard cock.

His cock seemed slightly bigger than Benja's, but definitely much thicker. He grabbed my arm, leading me towards the back of the club, where there was a dimly lit alley.

• "Tonight you're going to learn what it's like to fuck a real masculine man," he put me on my back to him, while with one hand he grabbed my ass, with the other he turned my head around to have direct access to my mouth and started kissing my mouth like I'd never been kissed before. He bit my lips and licked all around my lips and then slipped his tongue in and played with mine inside my mouth.

He pulled my pants down, leaving me with only my thong, and made me a wedgie while being careful not to tear my thong. He pushed aside the string that rested between my two ass cheeks and began to finger fuck me. I started moaning like a bitch, with my eyes closed. At a certain point, I opened my eyes and turned my gaze to the beginning of the alley, noticing a figure I instantly recognized. It was my boyfriend and he was rubbing his cock over his pants while holding his index finger over his lips to tell me to be quiet. I winked at him.

James reached down and spit on my hole and then stuck three of his fingers in and made circles inside my ass, trying to dilate it further.

• "I think it's ready now," he said, as he stopped to appreciate my ass and decide it was time to fuck me.

I wasn't expecting James' intensity while fucking, he shoved his cock in me all at once. He was ramming it into me super hard, gripping my hips to support himself from his wild thrusts. I could only moan and beg him for more, I wanted harder. I just leaned my face against the cold alley wall and parted my lips, looking directly into my boyfriend's eyes, biting and licking my lips. My boyfriend was having a live show and I was loving it.

• "Do you like it, little slut?" said James as he fucked me so hard. "You've never tasted a cock like mine, have you?".
• "Mmhmm" was all I could do, moan. He had me super horny.
• "Answer me, little bitch, I want to hear you," James told me, as he planted a slap on my face to get me aroused.
• "Y-yes, fucker. Give me harder" I said, pumping my ass against his hips to feel him deeper.

I have to admit that the situation had me really horny. To be watching my boyfriend enjoy the show and to feel James' cock inside, I felt it huge, much bigger than Benja's. It felt like I was breaking inside, but what a pleasure I was feeling! Just as I was about to cum, James pulled his cock out of my ass and took off the condom. He had me in such ecstasy that I hadn't even noticed if he had a condom on or not, until that moment. James put his cock back in me without a condom and I could feel the delicious rubbing of his cock against the inside of my anus, with no condom between. He cummed inside my ass, filling the whole inside of my ass with so much jizz I could feel it sliding a little down my legs as he pulled it out. He didn’t let me cum, or clean myself.

• "You're not just Benjamin's anymore, you're mine now too," he said as he bit and sucked my neck.

When I turned my gaze to where my boyfriend was, he was gone. I pulled up my pants, feeling the wetness of James' cum inside my ass and we returned to inside the club. Oliver was in charge of driving, but he was already drunker compared to how I had seen him the last time we danced. We decided to take a cab and leave the car outside the club. Benja, James, Oliver, and I were going to the same building. Oliver was so drunk that he didn't care about anything, he was going all out rubbing his dick while we were in the cab not caring that the cab driver could see him. He took my hand and put it on his bulge while laughing naughtily.

• "You have to be 100% ready, little slut," James said in my ear, as he grabbed my other hand and put it over his package. "You don't know what you're in for..."

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Chapter One

My name is Billy and I'm eighteen years old. I live on my uncle's place near Burnt Wood, Oregon, only Tom isn't really my uncle, because I was a foster kid. I ended up at Toms' when the last family I was with, decided to move to Eugene. Tom was our closest neighbor and the only person who seemed to take any interest in me. My foster family only seemed interested in church. They dragged me to church so much that I got sick of it. And they never let me go anywhere or make any friends. Only Uncle Tom seemed to care. I'd go over as often as I could.

"I don't have much to offer," he'd said a month before I was supposed to move. "But I know you like the country and want to stay in your school."

We were sitting with our boots propped-up on the pine log railing of his front porch. It was the most peaceful property on the whole road. My heart beat loud over his generous, unexpected invitation. I couldn't seem to find any words.

Tom is a VERY big man, who doesn't talk unless he has something to say. He sipped his coffee while looking at a woodpecker hopping up a dead fur.

"So?--you interested in staying at Uncle Tom's Cabin?", he joked a bit in his quiet way.

"S-sure!" I felt so damn excited.

And ever since that day, I've called him Uncle Tom. That was a year ago.

I'm telling you all this because I want to tell my story--and like say, Tom doesn't talk much, while I'm kind of wordy, I guess--and there's lots going on right now. I mean, like I said before, Tom is a very big man--all muscle, and nearly six-foot-two. He reminds me of Hercules or something. He's also handsome as hell, with black hair and a rough jaw. I'm pretty nicely built for my age. I'm five-foot-eight and I only shave about once a week because it doesn't seem to grow in very fast. My hair is brown, but lighter in the summertime.

When I told you how my heart pounded to hear Tom invite me to stay with him?--well, it's because he always makes my heart beat fast when he's near me. It's like I can feel him--feel the heat through his flannel shirt. His wanting me to move in made me feel proud and special.

But because he's so quiet, his body sort of ends up speaking for him in a kind of funny way. You know what I mean? Like, it sort of says things to me which get me all excited inside. Whenever we're having a beer on the porch--like after a week of cutting firewood--I have a hard time staying calm. Before I know it, I'm noticing Tom's chest hair curling from his opened shirt, or watching his biceps roll when he lifts a beer bottle. It's crazy. I don't want to look--but like I said--it's like his body is talking to me or something.

Worst of all I guess, is how my dong seems to have a mind of its own. I have a big dick. I know I do because the guys at school always look right at it after gym class. And when I look at theirs, I wonder why mine hangs down so low and theirs don't.

When I'm washing dishes with Tom, or sitting on the porch, my dork just starts swelling. The next thing I know, it's all the way hard. And no matter how loose my overalls are, my crotch just pokes out like a tent.

So a couple of weeks ago, as we're having a second beer on the porch, I caught Tom looking over at my telltale fly. I thought I'd die, because even though I sure know when I'm throwing a rod, I'd come to thinking that Uncle Tom either didn't--or didn't seem to care.

His own crotch always seems way packed. Like his muscles, it just bulges. Every time I look over at it, his zipper is all mounded--like it can't seem to hold his dick and balls inside. That sight only makes my dick swell up more.

"You know, Billy," Tom said after eyeing my jeans, "you can talk to me about anything."

I swallowed my Miller and tried crossing my legs. It only made it worse. "Um, sure," I said, my mind racing, my heart beating. "I know that."

"I mean, here it is Friday night, and you're stuck splitting another six pack with your Uncle Tom." His voice is very deep and thoughtful. Whenever he speaks, it's always out at the trees, even though he's talking to me. I kind of like that, but it doesn't work when I do it, too. I always end up looking at his face.

"Don't you ever feel like taking the pickup into town? --maybe meet a few girls?", he asked after hearing nothing back.

I didn't know what to say then. He and I had never talked about chicks before. I looked over at his unshaven face. "Well," I asked, "do you feel stuck here with me?"

I watched him scratch his chin and smile a little out at the woods. He took a long swig of beer. "Thirty-two isn't eighteen, Billy. At your age I'd at least learned what I needed to about girls. Aren't you even interested?"

I didn't know what to say, or even what to think. Hell, I'd spent all my free time singing hymns. I didn't know squat about dating or things like that. I looked at him, then down at his pants. Tom wasn't excited down there the way I still was, but he still looked big in the crotch. It didn't take much to imagine a bunch of girls crowding around him in a bar, or at a dance. And then my cock stiffened even more when I imagined him flirting.

"I don't really dig girls," I heard myself say. "I know I should, but I don't." I shrugged a little.

Beer number two always gets me feeling light in the head and saying anything that springs to mind.

Uncle Tom tilted his chair back more. We listened to a bunch of crows arguing up in the cedars. I tried to use my mind to calm my pounding heart and relax my nonstop boner, but it wasn't working.

"They don't do much for me either," Tom said. He ran his hand through his black wavy hair. He watched the crows yelling as they flew off. "So, I guess neither one of us feels stuck here on the old porch."

"I can't wait for Fridays," I said, watching him down beer number two. "It feels great to relax with you after cutting wood all day."

"You ready for another?", he asked after a while.

I nodded, getting up to go bring out two more. My eyes drifted over the stretched-out length of his physique--at how snug his waist was, and how huge his shoulders were.

When I came back, I thought I'd done a pretty good job of shifting my dick to one side, but my crotch came right in line with his face as I handed him his beer.

"Don't be embarrassed by this," he said slowly after I'd put my feet back up on the railing, "--but are you always that horny, Billy?"

My mind really spun its wheels at that question, because to tell you the truth, I didn't really know what the word 'horny' meant. I mean, I'd heard guys in school joke about it--but I didn't dare ask them what it was. I only knew it was something about sex.

I felt my neck begin to burn. "I don't know what 'horny' even is, Uncle Tom."

I saw him pause as he put his beer to his lips. Then he nodded a bit. I waited, hoping he wouldn't laugh or anything. We looked out at the woods. The sun was very bright, making the porch feel dark and cool.

"It's that feeling guys get when their dick won't stay down," he finally explained out at the trees. "When you're feeling horny, your wang goes up like the horns on a bull."

I felt my cock swell up even more at hearing Tom speak about 'dicks' and 'wangs'. Then my whole face turned red, because I know what I look like when I'm blushing.

"Every guy on the planet gets horny, Billy," he added, looking at his beer closely. "I'm that way right now myself."

I felt my heart really start pounding then, and knew my face probably looked all pink. I didn't dare check out Tom's crotch, but mine really began throbbing. "Y-you are?", I asked.

Beer number three always seems to go right to my dick. It's like my mind shuts down and my cock takes over.

"Just seeing yours all turned-on like that makes mine get going, too," Tom smiled slightly. "It's kind of like when someone yawns—you can't help yawning with 'em," he explained.

A third beer also loosens up my mouth. I can't seem to think before I speak.

I looked over at his bunched-up jeans--then at Tom's shirt-stretching biceps.

"I always get this way when you’re around," I heard myself tell him. "I know it's stupid, but I can't help it," I whispered. "It just gets all tingly and shit."

Tom didn't let me feel embarrassed for long. "You make me that way, too," he said matter-of-factly. "I guess that's why we're talking about it." He paused to take a new swig. "There's no sense hiding what we can't hide anyway."

"Wow," I breathed, looking out at the trees. Suddenly I was glad we lived so far from the road. We could talk about anything without anyone else to bother us. I swallowed almost a whole third of my beer.

"Are you upset, Billy", he asked quietly after a while.

My heart thudded in my chest, yet my brain seemed real light—like a big weight was lifting off me.

"God, no," I said quickly. "I just thought--I dunno--just thought I was a freak or something."

Tom sat relaxed; his big legs propped up on the railing. His calmness calmed me down, too. And then I smiled, because he'd said I make him horny the same way he makes me horny. It seemed hard to believe, but I accepted it as the biggest compliment I'd ever gotten.

And when I finally looked over, he was unbuttoning his flannel shirt! Tom never unbuttoned or unzipped anything. The most I'd ever seen in a whole year was him with a towel around his waist--and then only as he went from the bathroom into his bedroom.

"You feel like another brew?", he stood up and then spread his shirt wide open and took it right off. He let it drop onto the porch.

"Sure," I said. I tried like the devil not to stare, but God! His chest is so pumped, his nipples actually spear straight through all that black hair.

He smiled some at my open mouth. "I know we never go beyond three," he said, running his fingers through his pec carpet.

"I kind of feel like getting hammered tonight," I admitted, disbelieving the size of his bicep when it rolled and swelled into a mound.

He laughed a bit, making his abs stand out in ridges. His abs have almost no hair at all on them. All that black hair covers his hunky pecs, then the rest of him is smooth.

"We've never gotten hammered together, Billy," Tom said. "I hope you're not a mean drunk."

I heard the screen door open and Tom's boots on the floor. I didn't know what 'mean drunk' meant, either, and then figured it out. At the same time, I found myself unbuttoning my own shirt and taking it off.

Because Tom was always so modest, I, too, never went around shirtless. We each kept the bathroom door closed. We'd kept our bedrooms doors shut, too.

The air felt sexy on my muscles--the back of the chair cool against my bare skin. I looked at the wide circles of my pink nipples.

The more my chest develops, the wider my nipples get. They sit smack in the middle of each pec, not a whisp of hair anywhere. My nipples are so pointy, they look like someone could just pinch them off.

I heard Tom's boots as he came towards the door. I flexed my right bicep, watching it rise into power. I'll never have Tom's arms, but mine are real big.

And then I was looking right at Tom's crotch as he handed-down my beer. I swear I could feel its heat on my face, it was so full. A manly trail of black hair travelled down his muscular stomach, fanning out as it reached the top of his jeans.

Tom said nothing about how we'd stripped off our shirts. But when we clinked bottles together, his green eyes stared at my pointy nipples.

Then he propped his feet back up on the railing.

"Can I ask you something?", I said after a while.

"Ask away."

I gave up trying to find the right words. The beer wasn't letting me. "Do you--you know--masturbate much?", I asked, instantly feeling blood rush up my neck. I waited to hear a laugh, but it never came.

Instead, Tom just quietly lifted his bottle to his lips. "All guys do," he answered, looking at the woods. There were a pair of Stellar Jays flashing blue and black through the pines.

"To me it's a real private thing," I said, feeling okay about saying more. "I only found out how one time in the shower. It really scared me at first."

Tom nodded. "It is private, I guess," he agreed. "It's pretty personal."

We watched the female jay boldly land a few yards from the porch. Only then did the male join her.

"But it's sex," Tom said. "And sex without love is pretty lonely sometimes."

His words seemed to hit me--echoing in my head. I'd never once thought of it being lonely because I'd never really thought of trying to masturbate with anyone. I glanced over at his big hairy chest--at his big biceps.

And then it really hit me, that no matter what happened now, it would always be lonely by myself--now that I knew we were both horny for each other. I saw, too, that even when Tom had left the porch for a few minutes, I felt sort of empty.

Taking his shirt off was like a gift to me or something. When I saw him checking out my muscles, that was like a gift, too. It made me feel like a man. it made me hope we'd always keep our shirts off.

"You ever try doing it with someone else?", I managed to ask him, trying to sound normal--trying not to look his way.

His silence this time made my heart pound so loudly, I could hear it in my ears.

"We could if you want to," I heard him say back. “I'm sure no expert, though." He took a swig of beer. "I'm about as shy as you are, truth be told."

We sat silent for a while.

"Do I really make you--um--make you feel horny?”, I asked, looking at his big chest and arms. I couldn't believe a guy like Tom would be as shy as me about sex! Wow. It made me feel kinda bold all of a sudden.

He didn't look at me staring at his huge hairy tits. He just crossed his ankles on top of the railing. It mounded-up his jeans.

I looked out at the woods, the way he did.

"Yeah, you do," he said. "I never looked that good when I was eighteen," he said. "I don't know how you put on all that muscle."

Uncle Tom still looked out at the trees, as if he wasn't really checking me out, but I knew he was.

"I want to take off my jeans," I heard myself say. "Is that okay?"

In reply Tom just reached down and undid his belt buckle. Then I heard a rasp as he pulled down his zipper.

We both struggled to stay seated while shoving our jeans over our thighs--and when our bare feet connected with the railing, we were wearing only white Calvins. My cock was so hard it nearly ripped a hole through the pouch. I wanted to adjust it but felt too self-conscious.

Only then did I glance his way. The hair on his huge thighs was so dark, and his skin so tanned, the mound of his pouch looked whiter than ever, trying like hell to hold all he had inside it. I could see the shape of his giant cockhead pressing out the cotton.

"You've got a big cock," Tom said, swigging his beer.

"God--so's YOURS," I answered, glad he was looking at me the way I was at him.

"Mine feels like a fencepost seeing yours," he said, not actually looking at me.

I reached down then to try and shift mine. All the nerves up my shaft sent little shocks through me. I pushed it to make it lie sideways, which nearly poked it out the side.

My balls swelled up. "Mine almost hurts it's so horny," I said.

"Maybe we should just take these off, too," Tom said, not making a move to do so.

"It's good we're so far from the road," I laughed, my voice all breathy. I couldn't believe Uncle Tom was willing to be naked with me—right there on the front porch!

(Fictional story - only true in my imagination)

I had known Tyler his entire life. My brother and him were best friends. They were the same age, both 3 years older than me. They were close, and they went to college together and roomed together in the dorms. I had always wished I had such a close friend growing up. They were Seniors in college when I started as a Freshman. Not having a close male friend, and the fact that our school had not required us to shower after gym class, I was shy going to college.

My first year there, I chose to shower in the shower stalls. I did see Tyler and my brother a lot there. Most of the time I say Tyler, he was pretty open, walking the halls in either just his underwear, or naked. The first time I saw him, I could not help but stare. He had a nice soft cock, 4.5 inches long and balls that hung just as low as his cock did. Both Tyler and my brother kidded me a lot about being shy, saying it was no big deal to shower with the other dorm dudes. It would take me some time, but I finally got over my shyness.

After I graduated from college, I was looking for work. I had a good prosoect of a job that happened to be in the town that Tyler had moved to. My brother contacted him, and he let me stay with him while I looked for a job. The night before I left, I had thought about all the times I saw Tyler in the dorms naked, and stroked my cock a couple times remembering his hot body, cock and balls.

It was our first morning together. I woke up, wearing my shorts and boxer briefs. I walk out and notice that Tyler was still the same. He was walking around his apartment naked. My cock jumped in my shorts seeing him naked again. He greeted me with a nice hug, I could feel his cock pressing against my bulge. He had to leave for work, but I knew he would find a different dude from the one he knew when I was just 18 when he returned home.

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My mother and father separated about 8 months ago, during which time my mother spent her time enjoying her bachelorhood and bringing different boyfriends home, dating 3 previously to Max. He first came into my mother's life in October, only to show up in mine when spending Thanksgiving with us. I could describe him as a tall black guy, almost 6'2", sculpted like a Greek god statue and 24 years old (5 years older than me) compared to my mother's almost 50 years old, with his thin, pale figure. It was clear that my mother was his sugar mommy. My father was not far behind, except that my father left my mother for his secretary and ever since he met that woman with a body out of a playboy magazine, I never knew him to have any other girlfriend or lover.

Because of the family tradition of spending Thanksgiving together (mostly for me), that Thanksgiving when I met Max I remember it was the last one we spent together as a "family" and I say this because my father felt threatened to lose what little my mother had allowed him to keep after the divorce, his lover. Marie at the sight of Max had opened her mouth, her pupils had dilated and I'm almost certain to have seen her saliva dribble as she visually tasted my mother's black boyfriend. I can't blame her, as Max caused the same reaction in me having seen his muscular body with huge arms, pecs of an overly sinful size, powerful legs and not to mention his almost chiseled face, highlighting his big lips.

Max moved into our house before February, as apparently they wanted to spend Valentine's Day together and now I understand why... I managed to understand why my mother looked so in love, like never before. The moaning was not long in coming, intensifying even more on Valentine's Day. I think our whole block could hear how well my mother was enjoying herself with her boyfriend half her age. I had to put up with that every day, there were even nights when they wouldn't let me sleep, until I finally got tired of my routine at home and decided to visit the shared pool in our urbanization together with my two friends Jack and Harry.

My friends being young men with their hormones in turmoil didn't miss the opportunity to dig into my mother and Max's sex life.

• "I picture your mother and Max as in a porn movie, the milf and a BBC, don't you?" asked Jack as he looked at a girl on the opposite side of us.
• "How do you handle your mother's constant moaning Pablo?" said Harry, turning to me.
• "I'd rather finish the direction this conversation is taking" I tried to end the subject of my mother's sex life.
• "Why, come on, don't be boring!" said Jack almost immediately.
• "Because it's not pleasant to talk about my mother and her partner's sex life, or are we talking about yours?".
• "It's not like she doesn't fuck a black guy almost your age and the whole urbanization is talking about it. It's reasonable for us to ask you, is that a rough conversation for you?" said Javier with his gossipy, curious face.
• "Fuck off, I'm going swimming" I said, getting up and going in the direction of the pool.

I dove headfirst into the water, hearing a whistle behind me. I swam the length of the pool, dodging ladies and children, and when I reached the edge of the pool, I was met with Enzo's angry face. My old high school classmate and my former crush, he was a lifeguard at the pool in the urbanization. With a Spanish mother and German father, he had very marked features: strong jaw, broad back, tall, well proportioned all over, well defined muscles, dark blond hair, blue eyes, tasty lips, big ass and curly hair. Not to mention his cocky attitude that turned me on too much, he was the perfect specimen of a man for me.

• "Do me a favor and get out of the water so I can talk to you right now, you can't dive headfirst into a pool with little kids you can hurt" Enzo said with a bit of anger in his voice.

I have to mention that Enzo in high school took the role of the bully guy and when he put his mind to it, he could become very intimidating. I turned my gaze towards my friends and Enzo turned his gaze in their direction as well, getting Jack and Harry to turn their gaze towards their phones, pretending not to know me. I got out of the pool and headed towards a shed that served as a storage room, entering first myself and then Enzo, and as soon as I walked through the door he planted a spanking on my ass that left my right ass cheek stinging.

• "You're looking fitter and fitter my boy" he said, turning the spanking into a squeeze of my right ass cheek. "Your ass is harder and bigger" he said as he rubbed his already large bulge against my ass.
• "Do you like it handsome?" I said wiggling my ass over his bulging cock.
• "You know it drives me crazy" making me pull my swimsuit down with the hand that was touching my ass, while with the other he was busy sticking his fingers in my mouth for me to suck on. "Is your little butt clean?".
• "Yes, daddy."

Before he even let me answer, his index finger was beginning to invade my tight hole, making me moan as he worked his way inside me. The hand from whose fingers I was sucking him, moved to my ass and pushed my left ass cheek aside, managing to expose more of my hole and then I could perceive how Enzo bent down, and I proceeded to feel his full lips at the entrance of my asshole. My legs trembled and I began to moan, more as I felt the first lick on the contour of my hole. I could not explain the pleasure Enzo caused me when he ate my ass, he had me completely crazy as he licked my hole with the ferocity of someone hungry, I could not contain my moans, nor the level of them. For every loud moan he provoked me, I received a spanking on my already sore ass cheeks.

• "Do you want them to find us, slut?" he stood up, taking my face between his two hands and looking me straight in the eyes. He was taller than me; therefore, it was my turn to tilt my head up. He proceeded to grab me by the neck, lick my lips and then spit directly into my mouth which was half open due to my fear and excitement that we might be found. "Kneel".

I obeyed, pulling down his swim trunks before he gave me another instruction, feeling desperate to taste his cock again like in the old days. I peeked out an uncircumcised cock of sixteen centimeters, fully hard and surrounded by veins around his shaft. As he released his cock, it smacked me in the face and I swear at that instant I started salivating. He began slapping his cock on my cheeks and brushing his half-covered glans against my lips, leaving traces of precum on my lips. I had already had experience with Enzo, due to our secret sexual relationship that had been going on for years, I knew he loved it when I ate it all, licked his shaft all the way to the tip of his cock and stuck my tongue in to get to discover his delicious pink glans, all while looking him straight in the eyes. He loved me sucking his glans like a lollipop, going down to his balls and taking them in my mouth, taking his cock all the way in until it touched my throat, getting my eyes teary from the effort and looking directly into his eyes.

• "Fuck, how much I love this baby" he said knowing it gets me crazy when he called me that.

I went back to licking the entire length of his cock to later put the glans of his cock between my lips and begin to slowly suck the length of his entire cock, we did not lose eye contact and he was dedicated to see how drool gushed from my mouth as I felt his cock in the back of my throat. Enzo was moaning in a way that made me want to give myself completely, I could not explain the pleasure I get from giving pleasure to a man. He grabbed me by the hair, taking advantage of my long curly hair, stamping my face so that my nose rubbed against his pubis, then he pulled it out of me quickly, managing to leave me with my tongue out and his cock dripping in my drool, it was quite a work of art the way that cock looked all shiny from my drool. He threw a spit straight into my open mouth and watched as I swallowed his saliva with an almost devilish grin, we both knew what was coming.

• "Look at you, you look all vicious knowing what's coming, don't you?" he said giving me little slaps on my cheeks. "Get that throat ready, here comes what you love so much."

I could only nod and get ready for what was coming... He grabbed me by the temples and started fucking my mouth in such a wild way that I still don't know how I could stand it but fuck, how much I loved him using my mouth like that. Despite my training at home with my 18 centimeters dildo, I couldn't help the gagging that Enzo caused me with his cock, I must declare that some of the gagging I faked overmuch since Enzo liked that dominant and wild role, and I loved to please him. He spent several minutes abusing my oral cavity while he was snorting like there was no tomorrow.

• "You know I love to fuck that ass of yours and I like to do it when we have time to fuck you like the slut you are," he told me as he bent down to rub my ass. "Stand up straight and on your back, show off that ass baby, I'll just rub the head on that boy pussy."

I stood up and leaned on a table that had different utensils on it, I put my ass in pomp and opened it with both hands, leaving my anus exposed. Enzo started rubbing his glans in the folds of my hole, he was pretending to penetrate me and I could feel the wetness of his cock soaking the entrance of my hole. He grabbed my neck as he bit my right earlobe, putting more pressure on my neck. He had me in ecstasy, I wanted him to push his cock in already, to fill my ass with cum and make me completely his. I loved the rhythm of sex with Enzo, it was sensational. He started biting and marking my neck, when I felt his cock was perpendicular to my hole, wanting to break through.

• "I wasn't planning on fucking you baby, but I can't take it. It will only be 10 thrusts, I promise, we don't have much time" Enzo said, sticking his full cock into my hole in one thrust and exerting more pressure as he got it out and stick it in again. Enzo knew me so well that he put his fingers in my mouth to silence the loud moan I was about to emit, had it not been for him, everyone would have realized that my mother is not the only one who enjoys being fucked by a cock, everyone would have known that her son is just as much of a slut. "Fuckk, that's yummy, I missed this tight little pussy" he said as he continued to bite my neck. "Open that ass baby, 9 more to go."

Enzo started to pull his hips back and penetrate me with such a wild thrust that I remember at one point he had to hold me up so I wouldn't fall over the table and utensils, my legs trembled. He began to count whispering in my ear each thrust he gave me, the next harder than the last. I remember how I felt the wetness of his cock inside my hole and feeling how my hole was more permissive to his cock as each thrust passed. My hole was designed for his cock, it hugged and absorbed him in such a way, making him snort like an animal near my right ear. His voice cracked as he counted each thrust, my hole was giving him a breathtaking pleasure that no pussy he had ever fucked could give him. Enzo kept his word, it was exactly 10 thrusts. He pulled his cock out of my ass, leaving it soaked with his precum and proceeded to hurriedly turn me over, and make me kneel down..

• "Get my dick shiny and clean so... I don't stain the..." he said without being able to finish his sentence.

He put his cock in my mouth without me even expecting it and cum inside me, shuddering, with a thick and abundant jizz, I could count at least 7 shreds of white and salty tasting cum. His cum gushed out of the corners of my lips, he pulled it out and with his glans he rubbed the cum all over my lips, getting me to swallow every single drop of his delicious cum, effectively leaving nothing to waste.

• "It's getting better and better sex with you baby, did you like it?" he said as he helped me up, I only managed to nod at his question, I was still a little dazed. "You had me worried thinking that you like black guys like your mommy and that I was never going to fuck that little ass and mouth again" managing to make me roll my eyes as even he had to bring that subject up in conversation.
• "What a pain in the ass with that subject" I said, taking a step back and bumping my ass on the table.
• "Don't be mad baby, just kidding" he said, taking me in his strong arms and then planting a kiss where he practically devoured my lips. He ran his tongue all over my cheeks where there were remnants of his cum that had been left, later inserting his tongue and running the remainder of his cum directly onto my tongue. "You had left some behind, you know I don't like it when you let my cum go to waste" he said as he caressed my cheeks and smiled at me with that cute smile he used to do after a moment like the one we had just had. "Wait a moment for you to come out, talk to you later baby" he said to plant a quick peck on my lips and then leave the stall.

If you're wondering when this started with Enzo, it started about 2 years ago, when we were still in high school. We were both still in the closet, Enzo as bisexual and me as gay. Evidently I was more noticeable, I had a slim and somewhat androgynous figure, with a voluptuous ass. Enzo was more developed physically speaking, due to his constant swimming practices and his regular visits to the gym, without taking into account that he always had his flings with women and that served to hide his bisexuality that he only put into practice with me. We didn't have any kind of relationship, we just liked to fuck. Anyway, after a few minutes I left the shed where we stayed for about 25 minutes I want to believe and then I went back to my friends, finally being able to change the topic of conversation from Max and my mother.

Upon returning home, I could sense an argument between my mother and Max. The discussion, apparently, was about the insecurity that a male like Max caused in my mother. She felt inferior for the dark-haired man or at least that's what she expressed. My mother told him that he was going to leave her for someone else who was hotter, who was bigger, that he was not fucking her like before, meanwhile I was with a poker face at the entrance of my house, they had not noticed my presence. The Brazilian, without mincing words, told my mother that it wouldn't hurt her to go to the gym with him or even get a bbl or some other touch-up to show off the curves she didn't have. At that last confession, my mother went upstairs crying on her way to her room and he stayed on the living room couch, noticing my presence and raising an eyebrow at the sight of me.

• "Am I right or not?" he said, making eye contact with me, I didn't express it but yes, he was right, my mother had neglected her physical appearance many years ago. "Look at you, despite being a man you have better curves than her, with a well standing and proportioned ass" making me blush hearing him say that.
• "Thank you… and, excuse me" I said without first giving him a smile of gratitude due to his flattery to me, to then climb the stairs heading to my room, moving my hips to provoke the black guy with my standing ass so he would have a better view of it when he saw me climbing the stairs.

I went into my room extremely horny, I took my cell phone and wrote a message to Enzo in case he wanted to do some sexting and lower my horniness caused by Max. He didn't reply back, so I went to my closet, opened the bottom drawer and reached into the bottom to pull out Wankenstein (my 18 centimeters brown dildo). I started sucking on it while touching my nipples. I sucked my index finger so I could rub it against my hole, even though I had already experimented with Enzo's penis, I didn't feel ready to fuck my ass with Wankestein, which was 2 centimeters bigger than Enzo's penis and a little thicker. I sucked and sucked on the dildo, while I kept rubbing against my anus, thinking whether to put the dildo up my ass or not, I was afraid to put something that big in. When I bought it I thought it was going to be the biggest thing that was going to open my ass. How wrong I was. I didn't know that what was actually going to leave my ass open and thirsty was something bigger and with real flesh, and thicker, brown and veiny, extremely delicious.

Being in my erotic hypnosis with Wankestein, I didn't hear Max calling my mother from his bedroom door, until I heard my mother's crying and screaming. Almost immediately, my bedroom door opened, with no one knocking, and Max appeared in the doorway of my room. He caught me with the dildo almost at the bottom of my mouth, teary-eyed and with my index finger inserted into my dilated hole due to the previous session with Enzo.

• "I was calling your mother to give me a towel but she wouldn't even open the door..." he started to speak at first without even noticing the situation I was in, he stopped in his tracks and smiled mischievously at me. "Yummy baby, do you need help?"...

Red Dress

Preface:
(This part is just for context, but feel free to skip to the main story)

Me, a bi-racial, somewhat athletic vocalist, dancer, former model, and current university student, stands at about 5’10-technically 5’9 & a half. I’ve been a gold star gay all of my life & with the same guy since high school (now husband). Worked for years as a dj/hype dancer with my extremely attractive best friend who owns a private dj entertainment business in the D.C. area. We’l call him M.C.; A bald, slightly older, very fit father of two, light-skinned, ginger-bearded Latino with a perfect pair of firmly plump glutes. He was apparently gifted a giant penis as well. Though in our over half a decade’s long friendship, I’d never seen it. I try to respect people’s’ boundaries but for better or for worse, mine was certainly crossed, as you’ll soon come to see…M.C. and I, were a dream team. He brought the music and I brought the moves. Performing was such an art-form for us and I think that’s probably what came across in our shows.
Working hundreds of gigs, we’ve amassed so many insane, weird, funny, scary and even paranormal-y moments since our partnership and friendship began in the spring of 2012. The following however, is one of the sexiest…

Red Dress
One gig for a Dancing With The Stars event we deejayed proved to be a massive success for us and our clients. Picture it, clear starry skies on an autumn evening in D.C. at a lavish party in a swanky hotel. A room filled with celebrities, bipartisan interest groups and other so-called D.C. elite come together for an annual gala. The show wasn’t about us but our clients who ran the event, gave us high praise and said we stole the show. After the the event ended, we were riding the high of a great night so we decided to enjoy a drink in the lobby of the hotel venue. Soon, it would seem we’d attracted some fans from the gala. Three women about our age (30’s), wanted to party with us so we welcomed them to our table. One objectively gorgeous petite Cambodian woman with a very tight red minidress, at one point sat on my lap & whispered into my ear, "I’m not wearing any underwear…"I didn’t know how to respond but it gave me an instant, how do you say, chub? At the very outset these women knew I was gay but that didn’t stop red dress from flirting-heavily, with me and occasionally with M.C. They all were flirtatious but Red Dress took a particular liking to me.

Later on, M.C. was exchanging major vibes with one of the friends of Red Dress, who I’ll call, Blondie. He invited Blondie, her friends & another new friend, one of the former male contestants of DWTS, I’ll call him, Dancer, to our hotel room. Because of all of the over-exerted adrenaline from the dancing earlier that night, I started feeling sick really quickly. Typical of a long, energetic show with little rest. Even with that, it didn’t stop Red Dress from rubbing the crotch of my pants, kissing my lips and following me into the bathroom where she proceeded to pee in front of me. And in the same moment, hike up her skirt to reveal that she indeed was pantyless. It was certainly a shock to witness a woman fingering herself in front of me because I had never seen a vagina in real life. If it wasn’t for the sober friend charging in to stop her, something might have happened.

Meanwhile, M.C. & Blondie were making out in the room & dancer from DWTS sat on one of the beds, shortly after joined by Red Dress. Dancer begins to finger her. M.C. a self-proclaimed hetero, propositioned that he and I make out, thinking this may really turn on the ladies. M.C. is a hot ass dude and any other day I would but I was feeling such strong cold symptoms it would not be cute.

Not much else happened after that though Red Dress continued to come on to me. Dancer proposed that we all head to his place in the city for some further partying but M.C. finally got the hint that I wasn’t feeling well at all. He dismissed the girls leaving just him, me & Dancer. Dancer & I ended up cuddling but then we all fell asleep & he too left shortly after that. I have a few other stories that were steamy close-calls but alas, I am still a lady virgin. If it happens one day, it’ll be under the right circumstances & hopefully be as hot, kinky and as taboo as I imagined.

And yes, this is a true story that happened in 2018

Lemme know if anyone wants to hear more, I’ve been dying to share these stories.

Naked Gymnast Weekend - Chapter One

To The Reader: There are multiple chapters to this story which I’ll post in a timely way so as to not leave you waiting or hanging. Thank you for reading it, and thank you in advance for any comments you provide.

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"It's sure getting colder," Chico said, looking out the sliding doors, "--but at least it's not supposed to rain."

"The sun's still hot, though," Tony said from the sofa. "It's going to be great. We can always use that wood stove, huh, Jordan?"

I brought out a round of beers. We clinked bottles and sat on my parents' beat-up cabin furniture. "As long as we cut more. My dad really gets pissed if I use his precious woodpile." I laughed then. "I swear he actually counts the logs!"

"The lake looks VERY cold," Chico's South American accent made me smile. "I just want to stay in this place."

"There's the hot tub, too," I swigged my beer. “All we have to do is switch it on."

"Really?" Chico's light-brown eyes lit up.

"See, Chico?" Tony grinned. "Now we can be Danish, like Jordie--hot tub until we're boiling to death--then jump in the lake!"

"I'll just stay inside of the tub,” Chico said. "I can't stand it, being cold! It is so COLD, here!" He shivered theatrically. "--especially close to the water!"

"You say that every year, man. How long does it take to adjust? Jeez!" Tony swigged his beer. "I've lived here less time than you, and I'm fine with it."

Chico shrugged, then drank. "Italy isn't Argentina--okay?"

He looked even smaller in the old armchair. His perfectly proportioned body was curled-up into it, like a Puma--like some kind of exotic cat.

It was great having the cabin to ourselves. "Your routine was amazing yesterday," I said to Chico.

His white teeth flashed. "Thank you. Yours was, too! You have got your dismounts to be perfect!"

I looked at Tony. "Are you really going to switch to the rings?"

He shrugged his big shoulders. "Coach said I don't have to give up the bars--but no one wants to do rings. And someone has to." His eyes were almost black, I noticed--all pupil. "Why don't you volunteer?"

I laughed. "High bar and rings go together. Parallel bars and rings are totally different! Totally." I swigged my beer. "Besides, you're built for rings. I don't have the lats for it."

"Shit,” Tony wiped his mouth. "You've got lats to die for, Jordie! Don't give me that crap!"

"I wish I could do those things,” Chico said. "The coach always say 'no' to me because I am small."

I looked at him, envying Chico's compact physique. "Well, he's full of it, man. All the spotter has to do is lift you up—once you're there, you'd be awesome!"

Tony killed his beer, watching Chico and I finish ours. "--Coach has such a thing about size. It's really stupid." He got up from the sofa. "You mind if I get three more?"

I handed him my empty, looking up at his six-foot body. "Yeah, well, just because you want to try doing floor routines,” I said.

"What's wrong with that?" Tony headed to the fridge.

"Not everyone can do it,” Chico said. "Guys like you and Jordan would get a back injury. It's easier when you're a shrimp."

"There you go again--you may be short, but you're no shrimp,” I said, admiring Chico's shoulders and arms.

Tony came around the countertop and handed out our beers. "How'd you get started in gymnastics, Jordie? They don't teach it in high school."

I took a swig, then looked at the ceiling and laughed. "If I told you the truth, I'd never hear the end of it!"

"Oh?" Chico's eyes were studying my face. "Is it a secret?"

"It's--I don't know--embarrassing, I guess." I shifted my 175 lbs. around in the chair. I smiled and shrugged.

"Wow!" Tony grinned. "What's the big deal, Jordie? I thought you'd just say the Olympics, or something."

I swallowed even more beer. "You'll just ending up mocking me."

"Of course! It's so easy!"

Even one beer has an effect on me, and we'd finished our first round way too fast. Alcohol always makes me get loose-lipped.

I stood up. "Shit. Who cares? I'm not proud. I was only twelve. We were all twelve once."

"No shit," Chico grinned. "Tony still is!"

I walked over the rug and onto the rough pine floor. I could feel their eyes on me as I knelt and rooted through the bottom shelf of a cobwebbed bookcase. It was full of magazines and yearbooks.

"This is getting interesting!" Tony called out.

"It's probably a trophy his dad won," Chico said.

"That wouldn't be embarrassing," Tony said.

I saw Chico's big brown eyes widen as I brought over the magazine I'd dug out.

"Hola!" he said up, staring at the photo on the back. "What the heck is THAT?"

I stood between the sofa and Chico's armchair, looking at the cover. "It's a 1972 copy of 'American Nudist'," I smiled. "I was twelve--and my best friend found it hidden in his sister's bedroom."

"No shit!" Tony said, his curiosity rising. "And you kept it?"

I thumped the cover. "This guy's physique made me want one just like his," I felt stupid admitting it. "And the little write-up says he's a gymnast."

"Lemme see it,” Chico said, just as Tony reached up and grabbed it.

"Holy crow! No friggin' wonder! Look at that body!"

Chico bounced out of his chair. "Wow! He sure has a hairy chest!"

"Shit," Tony laughed up at him. "So do you, man—and your pecs are even bigger."

Chico rubbed his t-shirt, still staring down. "I don't have that much hair. And I'll never have biceps that big."

"Yeah, well, that's not all that's big on this dude," Tony smirked.

I could feel my cheeks start to burn. If it's one thing I dislike, it's that I blush very easily--and being blond makes it worse.

"What are you talking about?" Chico laughed. "Yours is way bigger--so's Jordie's!"

"So's YOURS," Tony said back.

"Jesus," I said. "I knew I shouldn't have shown you this."

"Wow," Chico said to Tony. "Look at all he’s got hanging."

"Huge balls, huh?" Tony swigged some beer. "And he sure is hairy." He looked up at me. "You're both hairy down there, too--just like me." He nodded at Chico. "It's only Chico who has hair on his pecs."

"Even my ass crack has hair--not much, though," Chico giggled. "It all keeps my body warm--too bad for you guys."

Tony thumbed through the rest of the magazine, Chico sitting beside him on the sofa. They seemed totally absorbed.

I decided to return to my chair, surprised to see I was already most of the way through my second beer.

"I guess they put their 'star' on the cover. Everyone else in here looks ready for the nursing home!"

"We have a nude beach in Buenos Aries, but only the beautiful people use it," Chico said. "These old women shouldn’t be playing volleyball-- just play cards or something!"

"I could get into this," Tony finally tossed the magazine aside. "I hate wearing a jockstrap everyday." He killed his beer, with Chico not far behind.

"I never used to wear one," Chico said, fumbling with his jeans. "--not until you two forced me to!" He took Tony's empty and got up when I showed him mine.

"Get three more, please." I looked at Chico's crotch and smiled. "No one 'forced' you to, ok? We kindly pointed out that you looked like you were trying to hide a cucumber."

"Ardite!" Chico swore, hunting for more beer.

Tony laughed, knowing we were getting Chico going, "You Latinos wear pants a whole size too small," he called over. "Like you're trying to wow the babes."

"Fuck. I don't even like chicks," Chico countered. "--it's just a style!" He came in and handed around the bottles.

"Well, guys with dicks like ours have to be modest, or it looks like we're advertising," I said, the beer loosening me up more by the minute.

"So?" Chico's eyes flashed at me, then at Tony. "We aren't 'advertising' nothing out here, anyways!"

Tony burst out laughing, making Chico glare at him. "What's THAT supposed to mean, man?" He shrugged and rolled his eyes, trying to goad Chico on.

"I MEAN," Chico's face looked fiercely cute whenever we got him fired-up. "There isn't anybody OUT here, IS there, Mr. Big Guy?" He nodded at the picture window. "We don't have to wear a jock in front of each OTHER!"

I tried not to laugh. Chico's accent always grew broader when he was upset. It made Tony and I smile.

"It's not exactly a nude beach in Buenos Aries, either, Chico," Tony tipped his bottle to his full lips.

"What's THAT supposed to mean?" Chico mimicked Tony back.

I felt Tony was beginning to push Chico too far. I shrugged. "There really isn’t anyone around," I said to him. "After Labor Day, the whole place empties out." I nodded at the window. "You see any boats out there?"

Tony looked at the autumn-colored trees and mountains. Even from where I sat, I could see everyone's dock pulled up onto their lawns. "The only thing I see are some ducks," Tony said. "But that doesn't mean..."

"Hell," Chico huffed. "People in this country are so modest! In Argentina we show our bodies OFF--in Italy, the same!" He swigged his beer. "So what's your big problem?" He scoffed. "You've lived here too long, Rosario!"

Tony grinned at me. "First he complains about being so f'ing COLD--the next thing you know, he's drinking like a sailor and trying to get us to go around bareassed!"

"Shut up," Chico said, looking hurt as well as angry. "You had so many beers, too." His speech was becoming a bit slurred. "And you are the one who said you wanted to be the nuderist, or whatever they’re called," he pointed at the magazine.

Tony put his hands up in a gesture of truce. "Okay--okay, man. Calm down!" He smiled at Chico. "I apologize--OKAY? I'm sorry!"

"You don't even mean it. I can tell," Chico looked at me. "You both always make me get mad. You like that. I know it."

Tony set his beer on the floor, then got up from the sofa. His wide-shouldered body dwarfed the room. "Ok, ok, ok. Jordie, fire-up that woodstove," he said, tugging his T-shirt from his waist.

"What are you doing now?" Chico stared.

"You don't believe me when I say, 'I'm sorry'?" Tony shrugged, pulling his shirt up. "I guess I have to strip to show you I’m sincere."

Chico and I both stared at Tony's tanned, muscular abs --at how deep and muscle-stretched his navel was, carved into that taut lower belly—at the black feathering of hair disappearing inside his cock-mounded jeans. He stopped just as his t-shirt came to his big chest. "Well? Don't just sit there gawking," he said down at me. "You’re the one announcing that there's no one around…”

"Well, yeah. I did--but..." I hastily looked again at the front window.

"And YOU, Mr. Nude Beach--put your money where your mouth is!" He pulled his shirt off, his thick, pec slabs flexing as he tossed it on the floor. "You're the one who blames us for having to wear a jock!"

Chico looked shy and flustered all of a sudden. He watched Tony flex his huge, muscled biceps and shake out his arms. "Maybe it is too cold for this," Chico said, looking at me for support.

"Oh, no you don't!" Tony pointed at him. "You can't accuse me of living here too long and being too modest, and then not want to go all the way!" He reached down to unbuckle his belt. "'In Argentina, we show our bodies OFF!'" he mimicked Chico's accent.

"We should've stopped at two," I said, holding up my beer to see how much was left. "We're all getting bombed. This is nuts."

Chico was up on his feet, his face in line with Tony's pecs. He looked determined to defend his South American pride.

Tony smiled over at me, nodding down at Chico's defiant, self-absorbed stripping. I watched the mocha-toned muscles of Chico's beautifully developed, wide-shouldered back and shoulders emerge. Then I got up to see if there were wood in the stove or not.

"You, too, hotshot," Tony said to me. "You're not getting out of this."

I could already feel the blood rushing up my neck. By defending Chico, I'd ended up turning my parents' cabin into a gymnasts’ nudist colony.

"Shit," I said, lighting a match to the kindling. "I knew I shouldn't have shown you that stupid magazine!"

When I'd gotten the stove going, I turned around to find Tony and Chico standing in the middle of the room in just their jockstraps.

In actuality Josh really ain’t new, but he’s new to us. Thanks to mom of course who’s playing match maker, trying to hook him up with Crystal, after she shipped pretty boy Cody off to slave world.
She wasted no time inviting him over, and he wasted no time breaking up with his own girlfriend Bridget.
He was a real dumb ass for that, she really liked him and took it pretty hard.

As far as Crystal goes she was taking Cody being gone pretty hard. It’s like he just disappeared off the face of the earth. And in a lot of cases that’s how it is when someone gets enslaved. It’s sort of like when the mob is taking a hit out on somebody. They might send that black sedan out following you around and in no time you disappeared without a trace.

But on the good side I at least got along with Josh better than I did with Cody. Josh didn’t act all as if he was Better than everyone else the way Cody did. We did have a few things in common also. He liked jerking off to porn just like I did. We also worked out a few times a week together. He also was mechanically inclined and helped me fix my truck a few times.

Misty seemed to like him to. He was clean cut lean and muscular and tanned with thick black hair, and had recently started growing a mustache. She also liked his tan lined when she’d get his pants down and would peel that speedo of his down, discovering he kept his pubes clipped smooth was a real turn on for her, when she’d suck his cock.

I’m not supposed to know about all that, but when I see the two of them checking each other out when my wife comes home from work. I just know something is going on between them.

At least since I’ve seen his cock when we’d jerk off watching porn and all. I know he’s not gonna gap her out the way Cody was when he was fucking her.

I’m torn on how I feel about that. Misty’s grumpy, depressed, mean as Hell and chubby. And on one hand I’m flattered that she turns another man’s head. And I could be turned on by watching him fuck her, or even share her between us. But I’m damn sure not gonna tell either of them that now.

It’s odd though that as hot as her sister Crystal is that 2 different men now, that is if we can consider Cody a real man? That might be in question considering what got his sorry ass enslaved.
Though it seems the two of them have a thing for a BBW type over a super hot Barbie doll. And I thought I was the only one that liked fat women.

He and Crystal didn’t seem to be getting off to a good start either. I’m sure Cody’s disappearance has a lot to do with it. I mean he and Crystal had been going together for almost a year at the time.

Mom was trying though. She told Josh everything Crystal did. 5:00 Am she was out on her morning run. She’d usually be at Golds Gym by 9:00 Am sharp and would usually spend at least a couple of hours there.

After that she’d usually check in with mom at her office, and sometimes they’d go to lunch together.
Then there’s her musical hobbies. Mom told him she played with the fuzzy duck house band on Friday and Saturday nights.

Josh like Cody didn’t care for country or bluegrass music. She also went to Bible study on Wednesday nights and Church on Sunday mornings and nights.
Crystal was a Pentecostal and Josh was Catholic and that really didn’t mix well together either.
Crystal was also fixing to be going off to college. Josh not so much, unlike Crystal his family didn’t have the means to send him to college. Though he probably could make the grades, as far as I knew he was pretty smart in all them advanced classes in high school. And probably could or should have gotten himself a scholarship, possibly one on athletics he was an incredibly fast swimmer and he did play baseball and football.
And after seeing what happened to Cody at the slave office. There was no way Josh was gonna put his body up for collateral on a student loan. That’s usually a girl thing in most cases. But if a guy fits the strict criteria of being bull worthy being a slave is not a bad gig.

Slave markets are just like brothels for all them older Milf’s, cougars, divorced and widowed women. They come in with hundreds of dollars to the stud stables for hourly rentals.
The studs can do what the husbands no longer can. Which is make a woman feel like a real woman. Or a dirty whore, which ever way you want to look at it.

But if you’re not young, hung and full of cum. And built like a brick shit house, with the stamina of the energizer bunny you’ll probably end up at the suck bar or taking it up the ass.
So for a guy it’s a real gamble to be a slave, cause as a slave you have no choices.

Mom even offered him a job. I told him not to take it, cause she’d just have him under her thumb just like me and Misty was. And would treat him as if he owed her something, especially if things turned around for him and Crystal.
So he found employment being a parts guy at the NAPA auto parts store. Which seemed to fit his talents well for the moment.

I think mom though was wanting to use him more for her own needs despite how things work out between him and Crystal. Considering how she’d flirt with him every chance she could. Josh sensed that mom needed some young hard cock. And within time he helped her out in a way she didn’t expect.

All characters are 18+




I share a house with three other guys, all of us straight, but I’m usually the only one home during the day as I work the night shift in a warehouse.

My routine usually consists of working an eight-hour night shift, changing into my running gear, dropping my car at home, and pounding the pavements for around an hour so that I can then sleep properly during the day. When I finish my run, my housemates are usually gone for work, and I shower and hit the sack.

On Tuesday, things didn’t go quite to plan, but I’m not complaining. It’s December, so obviously it’s cold out. I’d had a ton of coffee at work too, so by the time I rounded the corner into our street after my run I was busting for the bathroom. Now normally I’d just stop and get back to nature a little, but with it being almost Christmas everyone seemed to be up and out early, so, not wanting to be caught with my dick in my hand in a public place, I just figured that I’d pick up the pace.

There were no cars in our driveway, and I let out a curse trying to find my key to unlock the door. I didn’t even have time to turn off the metal music blasting through the buds in my ears. I took the stairs two at a time and slipped through the half-closed bathroom door.

The relief was immense, and it took me a minute to realise how warm and steamy the bathroom was. That was when I saw movement in the mirror over the sink. I reached around slowly and clicked off the music, hearing the running water of the shower for the first time. I froze.

My housemate, Todd, was in the shower cubicle with his back to me, but it was obvious from the way that his arm was moving that he was jerking his dick. I tried to hurry up so that I could slip back out unnoticed and pretend that I hadn’t seen him, but I was pissing like a racehorse and couldn’t stop.

I was watching him in the mirror, hoping that he wouldn’t turn around, but to my horror he switched hands, turning slightly so that now I could see his massive, rigid cock. I swear, it was the biggest cock I’d ever seen. He couldn’t even close his hand around it. I looked down at my own, about to shake myself off, and was even more horrified to see it semi-hard in my hand. Fuck. I’m not gay and have never been attracted to guys in my life, but the sight of Todd and his monster cock had stirred something!

I tucked myself back into my running shorts and turned slowly, tiptoeing my way to the door. That’s when Todd turned fully, now noticing that he wasn’t alone, and his eyes met mine through the glass. For the second time in as many minutes I froze, my shorts fully tented now.

Todd’s gaze dropped to my pants, but he didn’t let go of his dick, if anything he stroked a little faster. I don’t know if he was just caught in his lusty haze or if he’d been hiding some gay tendencies, but he just kept playing with his huge, thick cock.

My own hard-on was starting to get a little uncomfortable and I shifted to try to ease it, only succeeding in rubbing the sensitive tip against the material of my shorts. My eyes slipped shut and I bit my lip to hold in a moan. When I opened them, Todd was watching me closely. He stepped up to the shower door, letting the head of his prick tap at the steamy glass and smearing precum across it for me to see. He gestured for me to pull myself out. I still have no idea why I did it.

Pulling free of my waistband I mirrored Todd’s movements. He held his shaft, so did I. He stroked and rubbed on his ballsack, me too. I tugged my shorts down to my mid thighs and stepped closer to the shower so that I could see Todd and his cock better. We stroked and caressed ourselves, like a challenge, daring the other not to cum first. Which of us could hold out the longest? From the steaminess of the bathroom, I’d say Todd had been edging for a while, and a part of me wanted to ask him how he did it. I could already feel my balls tightening.

I matched Todd stroke for stroke. The smooth, velvety skin of my cock rubbing against the rough skin of my hands. It felt sublime. He picked up the rhythm, using two hands to jerk his thick shaft, and after a moment was rewarded with a grunt and several thick ribbons of cum spraying up the glass of the shower cubicle. I reached down with my other hand and played with my balls, running a fingertip on the sensitive skin between my ass and my dick. That always gets me off. I felt myself go over, globs of thick white cum hitting my side of the glass as I emptied my nuts in Todd’s direction. Again, he watched, mesmerised, as I came.

When I’d finished, I stepped out of my shorts, using them to wipe up my sticky mess, and dropped them in the laundry hamper, avoiding Todd’s gaze. My cock still hadn’t gone down, a rare occurrence for me, and one that I didn’t really want to think about. Instead, I pulled the door shut behind me and headed for my room, tugging on my cock the whole way. I really needed my cock to go soft before Todd inevitably came knocking.

(Based on fact - though I have extrapolated beyond what actually happened.)

Our theatre touring company was traveling around the country, performing in various outdoor venues, mostly colleges, parks and fairs. Most of us were out of college or had taken a break from study to do this but one kid was just out of high school. He was a little obnoxious – always trying too hard to be funny, to be the center of attention, to be included and liked by everyone, kind of like a bouncy little puppy. The girls in the troupe thought he was “cute” with his big brown eyes, mop of unruly black hair, and slight, boyish build.

He wasn’t bad as an actor, usually had his lines down and hit his entrances and cues and had pretty good timing. Of course he didn’t have one of the major roles like I did, as an older and more experienced actor. I had noticed that he sometimes tried to be friendly to me and even asked for tips and advice. Usually I just gave him a quick answer and tried to shut him up.

One afternoon when we were finished with the outdoor performance on a campus, we were given the opportunity to change in a locker room. After striking the set, the two of us ended up being the last ones in there. He was stripping down and I was getting dressed. We were doing a Renaissance period play and all of us guys had to wear tights. I had already noticed that he had a pretty good sized bulge for a little guy. Now, as he peeled off his tights, he turned to me and said, “I know it’s not much to brag about. If fact, I’m afraid it’s too small. What do you think?” With that, he pulled down his white briefs and showed me his penis.

I was a bit surprised and didn’t quite know how to respond. I have no idea why he was asking me. Possibly the fact that I was older and presumably more knowledgeable and experienced. Maybe just because the two of us were alone.

I was sitting on a bench putting on my socks so his crotch was right at my eye level. I couldn’t help but look. Besides, every guy is curious about how he compares with others. What I saw was a bit unusual. His penis was not all that small. In fact, I would say that it was average in length but it was thicker than average. I wondered if he was a show-er because his cock seemed almost the size of an average erection. He was cut and had a good sized bulbous head that overhung the shaft in the shape known as a “mushroom.” But what was most unusual were two other details – the size of his balls and the extent of his pubes. His balls were really large and did not hang at all – but bunched up right under his penis, pushing it up and out to a position maybe 30 degrees below the horizontal. Both his head and his balls were a nice reddish color. But they were almost lost in the profusion of curly black hair that thickly covered his entire groin area. The patch above his penis hid its base and stuck out so far that it padded his undershorts out into a smooth mound. I was astounded.

I cleared my throat and tried to give him an honest and also encouraging answer. “Actually, I don’t think you are small at all. From what I have seen, your length is at least average. And even more important, you are thicker than most guys. Since you are not all that tall, the proportion of everything makes you look bigger than you are. And by the way, you have a really great head and a large pair of balls – which may not make much difference in performing the act, but it definitely makes a big impression and gives you a great psychological and aesthetic advantage.”

“Oh, thanks! That makes me feel better.” Robby eased up his shorts, tucked himself in and adjusted, turned away to find his jeans, and was humming a little tune.

“Of course, a lot depends upon how you enlarge when you are erect,” I added in an off-hand way as I tied my shoes, grabbed my stuff and walked out. I was marveling at the episode that had just taken place. He had been so blatantly vulnerable in seeking reassurance.

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

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The Potter’s Studio Ch 1: Work the Clay​

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Kyle Foster rubbed water and a bit of soap on his face, pushing the suds back through his hair only to step under the shower head and let the strong hot stream soak him again and wash it all away. He was clean, he did not need to linger in the large gang showers at the gym. But he lingered, pretending to wash his pits again, scrubbing more soap into his ass crack, practically fingering himself in the middle of the open room lined on three sides with showerheads about four feet apart.

He wasn’t there to get clean, he was there to watch Jeremy. To ogle him. More specifically, to stare lovingly at his dick and hope the young man, an airman first class, currently on medical leave, would not notice the drooling amidst all of the water Kyle was wasting. It was the longest, heaviest looking dick Kyle had ever seen. It looked larger and thicker flaccid than Kyle’s six erect inches. And then there were his testicles, hypnotic and tempting; as Jeremy showered, his nuts swung about like a massive set of wrecking balls trapped in a thin, smooth sac that looked like it was ready to give up the fight at any moment, strained by the weight of the massive glands, each nearly as large as AAA grade, farm-fresh eggs. When he washed his thighs, his forearms would lift the sac and then let it fall, slapping against his leg, “Jiggle, jiggle, fo’ sure,” Kyle mumbled to himself.

“Going into the hot tub today?” Jeremy asked.

Kyle turned a few shades of deepening red. Jeremy was looking right at him while he was doing anything but making eye contact. He knew Jeremy’s eyesight was the only reason he had not been caught and he felt like absolute, squished up shit. He moved his eyes up slowly, when he met Jeremy’s gaze, there was no recognition of how badly he was objectifying the athletic airman. “Yeah, sure, I’ll be there in a few.”

“Awesome, I wanted to talk to you about something, maybe you can help me,” he spoke in his typical affable tone, he was known around the gym both for his consistency and his physique, but also for being one of the friendliest men anyone could hope to meet. He remembered people’s names, details about their lives, he was constantly surprising near total strangers with comments and suggestions about places to visit, movies, or new restaurants that aligned with their tastes, or some story they had told him six months back. While working out, he would politely offer help if he saw someone doing something potentially dangerous and he was widely trusted and liked, and most people had not even seen him naked. Physically, he could have been used as a live model in a human anatomy class. Every muscle on him was defined, every striation popped when he flexed, watching him was hypnotizing for this reason alone.

Every day, he showered precisely at 15:30, after his workout which started at 14:30, every day except Sunday which was his day off. He was consistent and predictable and so, those aching for an anatomy lesson, or a live demonstration on how to build an athletic, mesmerizing, enviable physique, they knew where to find the 6’2” man from Oklahoma City. He would be there at the same hour with his bright blue eyes dancing with joy and enthusiasm for life, his blond hair, cut close on the sides in a Maverick plays volleyball style, his body, its broad square chest, large tan nipples, the gymnast 8 pack, and his deep V that culminated in the obliques he worked hard, specifically to create this effect.

Kyle had found him by accident, he went to work out in the afternoon one day because he had driven his mother to the airport in the morning and had to return to the studio to assist with a special group of artists who wanted to do a Raku firing of the pieces they had been building all week during a workshop. Stinking of smoke, he took a shower before working out and that’s when he first saw the physique after which all male physiques should have been modeled. They exchanged hellos and Kyle took a gamble that Jeremy would be there then next day at around the same time. It did not take long to memorize his entire routine and Kyle made sure to cross paths as often as he could, eventually the two became gym buddies.

As Jeremy walked out of the shower towards the sauna and hot tub space, Kyle wished he could just touch the high, round globes Jeremy had so diligently developed. Leg day was magic day for Kyle. Mondays and Thursdays Kyle could count on heavy spotting in his underwear.

After a minute had passed and his semi was under control, Kyle shut off his shower and walked dripping wet, his towel slung over his shoulder, into the hot tub room, just thirty feet from the main shower room. To either side of the room, a steam sauna and a dry sauna were almost never in use at this time of day. Behind the hot tub, two cold water shower heads allowed patrons to refresh themselves after using any of the heated elements in the ‘Unwind’ space. Jeremy was laying back in the hot tub which was calibrated to provide extraordinarily strong jets, which he was now clearly enjoying across his back.

“Welcome back!” Jeremy said, grinning and pretending to tap the water next to him with his hand. “Come take a load off, the water’s fine!”

Kyle smiled back at the young man. Part of him hated how obsessed he was, how stupid it would be to try to explain this to anyone else. Part of him was also happy that this was the object of his desire and not a guy that worked at a donut factory. Over the three months that he had been stalking, or in his parlance, admiring Jeremy, he had been working out five or six times per week and it was showing.

“Look at you, Kyle,” Jeremy said, as Kyle stepped into the sunken hot tub. “Your abs are all popping, I can see six of them and they are so much more defined than before, your chest too, look at all that shadow you’re casting from those meaty slabs. Your arms, all of you, it’s easy to see how much your dedication to your own health is paying off, you’re fucking bangable, bro! Go get ‘em!”

Kyle laughed, “Thanks, I think I am in the best shape of my life, even better than when I was playing volleyball.”

“No doubt, you’re looking terrific bro, pretty soon you’re going to be squatting 450,” Jeremy laughed. Kyle laughed as well, though he did not know exactly why.

“So how are you doing? How is the treatment going?” Kyle asked, wanting to get the conversation off of himself.

“Ah, shit. Yeah, it’s not good. My doctor is convinced I – shit, I have not told anyone outside my family – I have macular degeneration. He did not want to say that’s what it was because I am too young for it, it’s not usually ever seen in people under 40, never mind in their 20’s, but that is what it is,” Jeremy spoke as if describing the condition did not mean his life would drastically change. He spoke in a calm, explanatory voice, everything was what it was, the only reasonable thing was to accept it.

“My grandmother has that, Jeremy,” Kyle replied, searching Jeremy’s face for emotion or an appropriate response on his part. They had just opened the door to a type of intimacy he had not anticipated. “This means you can’t ever – you can’t – shit! That sucks!”

Jeremy nodded, “It’s not horrible now and it will take time to get horrible, maybe decades if the meds they are giving me and the nutritional plan all work out, but yeah. That’s the end of the road for my dream to become an Air Force pilot.”

Saying it out loud was crushing. Kyle saw Jeremy’s head slump forward and instinctively, he rose and sat next to him, placing his hand on the muscular shoulders.

Jeremy did not cry for long, after just a few tears, he raised his head, his eyes moist and reddened, and he let out a long breath. “What do you say we go into the steam sauna, I still have that thing I want to ask.”

Kyle nodded. Jeremy stood up and Kyle suddenly went back to being an ogler. Jeremy’s massive cut dick was now inches from his face. He had never been this close to the girthy, fleshy sleeping python and her softly cradled eggs. The piss slit seemed to be smiling at Kyle.

“Oooh, those jets, they get in there! It’s like someone is fingering your hole,” Jeremy joked.

Kyle let out a small, suppressed squeal that could not be distinguished between an expression of joy or torturous misery.

“C’mon, let’s go. Don’t be afraid of the jets, you get used to it,” Jeremy smiled, it was a bit forced, he was still clearly upset, but joking was his way of pushing past.

Kyle looked sheepishly away, “You go, I will follow you in a minute.”

“Well, then I’ll stay here,” Jeremy replied, shifting back towards Kyle and giving him a second brush with glory, a mere foot away from the promised land with all it’s incredible delicious cucumbers, plums and creamy honey.

Kyle gritted his jaw but tried to speak as if all was well and calm, “No, no, go on in, I will just be a minute.”

Jeremy turned and faced Kyle directly, if he were an enhanced interrogations technician, he could have done no better to torture his friend. “Why? What’s going on?”

Jeremy’s voice had been direct, officious, and left no room for anything but a straight answer. “m’rd,” mumbled Kyle.

“You’re what?”

“I’m hard,” he whispered, ten decibels below the noise of the hot tub.

“Speak up, Kyle, I can’t hear you,” Jeremy seemed a bit annoyed. This was not a common reaction by the impossibly patient and optimistic young man, but it was clear Kyle was hiding something. Indeed, he was hiding a circumcised, sub-six inch penis; as average as average could be.

Kyle looked up, defeated, “I’m hard.”

Jeremy fell backwards laughing. Gone was the sad demi-god that needed comforting, back was the lively, merry, fount of feel-good. Perhaps Kyle could take credit for helping pull him out of his sadness.

Suddenly, Jeremy stopped laughing and looked quizzically at Kyle, “Wait, you got hard because I told you I was going to lose my eyesight and can’t follow my lifelong dream? That would suck! Is that it, though?”

Kyle shook his head, “You stood up right next to me and said the thing about fingering your hole.”

Jeremy chuckled and got back up on his feet. He stepped closer to Kyle, letting his soft dick and testicles, hanging completely relaxed, both the color of a rich golden tan, his pubes trimmed tight to the skin, hang just six inches from Kyle’s face. “This get’s you hard?” Jeremy wanted to hear it again, genuinely interested.

Kyle shoved his hands into the water, covering his own crotch, but he nodded.

“That’s amazing! So, just form me standing here, do you think you could bust a nut?” he asked.

“Dude,” Kyle looked miserable, “I don’t want to talk about this with you. I feel like a perv.”

A light went on in Jeremy’s head. “Noooooooo! No way! That’s why – shit! That’s why you’ve been coming here every day that I am here, and we have the same schedule and same workouts. You were hounding my unit!” He was grinning from ear to ear, proudly nodding and bobbing his head. “That tight little bod you got there, my fat dick inspired that. Ha ha ha ha!”

Kyle seemed miserable. He was not just being teased, Jeremy was just putting pieces together that exposed him and it was painful. “Jeremy, I’m sorry. I’ll just leave. Can you turn around, please?”

“Why? What’s wrong?” Jeremy asked, still standing a foot from Kyle’s eyes, which were having an impossible time of not staring and tattooing the image to the back of his retinas. “Why would you leave, do you have to? I still want to talk.”

“Aren’t you mad?” Kyle asked, trying to look anywhere but where he wanted to look.

“Mad?” Jeremy seemed genuinely confused. “Why the fuck would I be mad, because you like my cock? Shit! If that made me angry I’d be the hulk! I don’t care dude, look all you want. It’s flattering. It would be nice if you appreciated all the work I did, my build, my muscles. The cock itself was a gift from my mom’s side of the family, I did nothing to earn it, but hey, we take all praise and compliments kindly and with gratitude.”

Kyle’s face squished into a wrinkled ball of confusion. “Seriously? You’re not pissed? You know why I was looking at it? I was not admiring the pump or the definition, I wanted that fucking thing inside all my holes!”

Jeremy chortled, “Yeah, I’m not an idiot and maybe you don’t need to be so graphic. But no, I don’t care. I don’t see you getting what you want, but if looking and admiring means we met and became friends, I don’t mind. And, if I am ever in the mood for a hairy man pussy, I will definitely call you first.”

“It’s not hairy,” Kyle replied. “I did laser hair removal.”

“No shit!” Jeremy replied, “Let me see!”

The look on Kyle’s face was something of a blend of arousal and confusion. But when was this going to happen again in his lifetime? Still hoping he was not being punked, he stood, his dick still fully erect, pointing 45 degrees away from his body.

“Ah, there’s the little guy,” Jeremy said in a baby voice.

“Dude! That’s humiliating,” Kyle protested.

“We’ll, I’m sorry but it is also kinda true, it is a little guy. He’s cute, good shape, just not big. We all got stuff we wish we could change,” Jeremy replied, shrugging off Kyle’s concerns.

“What do you not like about you? You’re fucking perfect!” Kyle retorted, perhaps too loudly.

“Well, there’s my eyes,” Jeremy answered, his voice softer, his lips pursed in a helpless sort of smile.

“Oh, fuck! I’m an asshole. I’m sorry Jeremy, I suck,” Kyle said, his voice contrite and remorseful.

“It’s ok, we do what we can with what we have, and try to not to curse the heavens because of what we think we want. That’s my philosophy,” his words settled Kyle who knew he had been insensitive. “Speaking of which, what did you do to your asshole, show me.”

Kyle took a long breath and turned around and bent forward, suddenly hoping no one would walk in on this scene. Then he used one hand to steady himself and the other to pry apart his ass cheeks. “Let me see,” Jeremy said, coming closer and using both of his hands to nearly rip Kyle in half.

Kyle let out a soft moan, he hoped Jeremy had not heard it. “You like that, huh?” Jeremy taunted. “It is as nice an asshole as I have ever seen. One chick I dated back in high school let me fuck her up the ass, hers was really dark though, or maybe we did not fuck in enough light. Yours is really light, almost pink. Do you use a cream or something?”

“No,” Kyle replied, “it’s just the laser treatment about three years ago and that’s it.”

“C’mon,” Jeremy said, releasing the two muscular globes and emphasizing his words with a hard tap. “Someone sees this we are both getting kicked out of the gym.”

He jumped out in one quick motion and headed straight to the sauna. With nothing left to hide, his asshole and cock both examined by the straight airman, Kyle followed him, first to grab his towel -mandatory in the sauna - and then to settle into the steamy, eucalyptus scented room.

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20 skinny twink bottom here 5,10 165lbs have couple meetups. 1 Favorite tho. Started using CL young. Got old enough an chatted with a Older well groomed male around 30s or 40s. Dressed nice an was stunning. Hung too! I wore thongs. Meet in a hotel room. He sucked I sucked. He pounded my hole in all positions! Used condom btw. I have had several with him. Lost contact thought.

This is me

Here I was, driving in the middle of the night from one city to another. A friend was getting married in the capitol city where we went to college, but I had since moved away. I drove back for the wedding and was supposed to crash at an old buddy's place. The buddy flaked out on me, so I had no where to stay. I really didn't want to get a hotel room because I'm always on a budget. So, I just decided to pop a red bull and drive back home that night.

The drive was about 5 hours, and I think about midnight, I decided to leave the wedding reception and head back. I planned on stopping at the first gas station just outside of town to take a little break and change from my suit into some comfy clothes for the rest of the drive. I didn't take into account that the smaller gas stations outside of town close at about midnight, except for the pay-at-the-pump, so I just kept driving.

By about 2 am, I was still in my suit and very uncomfortable. I realized I was making good time and didn't want to ruin it. I decided to just change in the car while driving. I know what you're thinking; it's pretty difficult and dangerous, but I've done it a billion times. I untied my tie, and unbuttoned my shirt, something that I probably could've done easily a lot earlier, but didn't think about it. I still had my undershirt on, and I just threw my dress shirt and tie in the back seat.

Keeping my eyes on the road, and began to unbuckle my belt, one-handed, which is a talent in itself. With one hand on the wheel, I lifted my butt off the seat and slid my pants down with the other hand. I put the cruise control on so that I could take my feet off the pedal and slide my legs out of my pants without having to slow down. I then threw my dress pants in the back seat. At this point, I'm driving my car in the middle of the night in just my underwear. I still had that undershirt on, and I was wearing boxer-briefs.

This was actually the first time I've ever worn boxer-briefs. I've always found them sexy on other men, but I never thought myself as sexy enough to wear them, so I've just stuck with boxer shorts. Well, until now. I've been working on my body for a while now, and I can happily say that I'm finally seeing results. Plus, since I was going to be wearing some dress slacks for the wedding, I thought it would be more appropriate to wear something with a little more, ahem, control and support. However, since I didn't really know how boxer-briefs fit nor my new size after toning up a bit, I underestimated my size and got them a bit too small. It was fine, they just fit VERY tightly.

Anyway, I packed some gym shorts that I was planning on changing into in my tote bag, which was behind my driver's seat, or so I thought. I reach blindly and one-handedly behind me searching for my tote bag. I couldn't find it! Shit! I maneuvered my body so that I can turn my head enough to see behind my seat. In doing so, I swerved across the empty road. I still didn't see the bag, so I just grabbed the wheel to align myself with the road while I thought about what I should do next.

That's when I heard the sirens and saw the flashing lights. FUCK! A motorcycle cop must've seen my swerving across the road. It was about the time bars normally let out, so he probably thought I was driving drunk, which I'm sure happens often in these po-dunk bars in the middle of nowhere.

I pulled over to the shoulder of the highway. It's always embarrassing to get pulled over, but then I realized that I was really the only one on the highway, so no one would likely even drive by. How was I going to explain my half-dressed situation? My pants were far enough out of reach that I couldn't get to them without literally crawling into the back seat. I've heard about these country cops being a bit trigger happy, especially since everyone has a gun out here, so I'd rather face the embarrassment (or the indecency charge) than to get shot by making some quick movements. I just sat there with both hands frozen to the wheel thinking of what to say to the officer.

Before I knew it he was at my window. I glanced up, and I did a double take. This was the most beautiful man I have ever seen. I could see the arctic glaciers in his steel blue eyes. He was about my age and my height, but the body of a Greek statue. I must've been entranced because I didn't hear him ask me to roll the window down.

"Did you hear me? I said roll the window down!" I quickly came back to my senses and obeyed. I rolled the window down, and stammered. "uh, uh, uh." I couldn't find the words! Great, he must've really thought I was drunk! Finally, I was able to clear my mind and speak. "Officer, I can explain..."

"Did I say you could speak?!?!" he yelled. I looked down in embarrassment. "Step out of the car." I opened the door, about to fully reveal my predicament to this officer. I put my bare feet on the pavement and stood up. I was standing there in my tight boxer-briefs and undershirt in front of this man. The officer gave me a quick up and down, and chuckled to himself. "Have you been drinking or using drugs tonight?" he asked.

"No, sir, I..."

He interrupted, "Walk in a straight line towards the back of your vehicle." I did as I was told, walking away from the officer. Once I got to the end, he said, "now, bend down and touch your toes." I gave him a look, and he crossed his arms and waited. With my back facing towards the officer, I slowly bent down. My ass was in the air pointed towards the officer, my tight boxer-briefs outlining every contour.

I started to get up, but the officer quickly commanded "keep your position!" I did. I could hear him walk up behind me. I could feel his presence behind me, staring, examining. Honestly, I felt a little turned on by this situation, but I was able to keep from getting an erection, thank goodness. While I was still down there, he asked "Are there any drugs or firearms in your possession?"

I answered, "No, sir, I..."

Again he interrupted me. "I'm going to have to search you." I thought to myself, where could I possibly be hiding anything? "Stand up and put your hands on the back on the car." I did as I was told. The officer came up behind me and placed his hands on my shoulders. He started patting me down. I've never been searched before, so I didn't know the proper procedure, so I just went with it. He then patted under my armpits. Then his hands wrapped around to my chest. I could've sworn he was teasing my nipples. I started getting a little hard from this rubdown. Any little stimulation gives me an erection. Even going to the doctor's office for a physical ends with me sporting a hard-on. It didn't help that this guy was absolutely beautiful.

Slowly, his hand patted down my sides and down my abdomen. He reached my waist band and felt the circumference, looking to see if I was hiding anything there. Coming across the front, I felt his hand graze across my semi-hard-on. How embarrassing. Again it grazed, and then again. I'm sure he's being professional and is not doing that intentionally, I thought to myself. Finally, his hands patted down my hips to my legs to the point where my underwear ended. Good, he's done, I thought.

Then I heard, "Remove your clothing."

What?!? "I don't have any drugs or firearms!" I replied with a shaking voice.

He repeated, "Remove your clothing." I didn't know what exactly kind of drugs or firearms I could be hiding in my underwear. I sighed, and decided I would just comply. Luckily, I still had my back to him, because I didn't want him to see the embarrassment in my eyes. I removed my undershirt first. I threw it on top of the car. I grabbed the waistband of my new boxer-briefs, and then in one swoop, they hit the ground. I kicked them off of my feet to the side. Then I just stood there, trying to cup my now full erection with my hands. Not to toot my own horn or anything (maybe I am? haha), but it was almost no use. My hands really didn't cover much. I'm a bit more well-endowed than the average man, and my erection wasn't really helping the situation.

"Put your hands back on your car," I heard from behind me. Damn it. I let go of my erection and did as he said. I thought, maybe he won't see my erection from back there. I'm sure it was just wishful thinking, though. There was silence for what seemed like an eternity. I kept thinking, what the hell is going on?

That's when I felt it, something pressing against my ass. The first thing that came to mind was a cavity search. I quickly turned my head around and saw the cop, naked, in all his beautiful glory. He was up behind me, pressing his full staff up against my crack. I looked at his face, and he gave me a quick smile and a wink. Though this was completely unexpected, I felt ok with this situation. I just instinctively turned my head back away and grabbed my ass with my hands and spread my cheeks apart. The already slimy head of his cock slid up my crack until it found my hole. He gave it a bit of pressure, and I could feel my hole opening up for him. Slowly he put more pressure. His head popped all the way in, and I felt a jolt of pain through my body. I let out a scream. He stopped pushing. The pain subsided, and I grabbed my ass-cheeks again and spread them. This was his cue to continue.

He spit on his cock, rubbed it, and then started pushing again. I could feel him sliding deep into me. Soon, I could feel his whole body against my back. He must be in all the way, I thought. I hadn't had sex with a guy since college, so I was a bit tight, but damn, I didn't remember it feeling this good. He pulled out a little but, and started slowly pumping his cock into me. He moaned as he started picking up the pace. He soon was working a good rhythm. He bent forward and started kissing my shoulders, my neck, my ears. I was so turned on. I grabbed my own dick and started working it too. I didn't realize until then that gobs of precum were dripping from it, which made me recognize how much I was enjoying this.

I didn't really last long before I was cumming. It seemed like a never-ended series of squirts shot from my dick and showered my car. My orgasm must have tightened my ass on his cock quite a bit because I think it sent the officer over the edge. He wrapped his arms around my chest from behind me and squeezed. He was pumping veraciously, and he started to moan. I felt a warmness inside of me as he shot his load deep within me.

His pumping slowed and his grip around me loosened. He was spent, as was I. I could feel his cock withering inside of me until it just slipped out. We were both panting heavily. He grabbed my shoulders and spun me around. We were finally facing each other. He placed his hands on the back of my head and brought me in for one of the hottest kisses I've ever had. We finally broke the kiss and both smiled at each other. We both started grabbing our clothes off the ground and got dressed. Neither of us said anything.

Once we were both dressed, we kind of awkwardly looked at each other and chuckled. He walked back up to me, planted a kiss on my lips then walked back off towards his motorcycle. He got on his bike, and said "drive safely." He started his engine and off he was. Meanwhile, I stood there outside my car watching him ride off with a smile on my face. I felt his cum oozing out of my ass soaking my boxer-briefs. Wow, was I glad I made the switch that day.

We had been going out for about two years when she first asked me if I would be uncomfortable if she was to catch up with her ex when he was in town the following weekend. I thought about it for a bit, obviously too long as she said "It's ok, I'll meet up with him in town, no need to make you feel uncomfortable"... It wasn't really what I was expecting to hear, they had broken up on very bad terms and she had been dissing him for our entire relationship.

Sandy, the beautiful, 18 year old, blonde I'd met two years ago had cried for hours in my arms when she discovered Rick had been cheating on her. We had only been friends for a couple of weeks, but there was something about her, something that told me she'd be my perfect partner.

Rick, her ex, small time business man with enough cash to get his way around town, had been a friend of a friend, but I always considered him to be a wanker.

In the interest of keeping things under control, I suggested maybe a BBQ at our place to catch up, as I had known him in the past also. The reality was I wanted to keep this all on my turf, while I trusted her, I was always suspicious of how he might plan to get her back.

Saturday night came around, and on dark I lit up the BBQ and went back inside to watch the season final of Boston Legal. There was a knock on the door, knowing who it was I jumped up to open the door, not really sure where Sandy was, she'd been in the bathroom for hours.

Rick stood there, he looked taller than last time, and I swear he must have spent the last 2 years solid at the gym. It didn't intimidate me at all being very well built myself, I model boxer briefs for an Australian fashion company. Never the less, I couldn't help but admire his entire make over, FCUK shirt, Armani pants, and the new Colorado's I'd been eye'ing up at the store for weeks, then my attention turned to the drive way, holy shit, from an Evo 7 he'd been driving when I last saw him, he had upgraded to a Bentley Continental GT, business was obviously doing well.

I invited him inside and grabbed some Corona's from the fridge and the platter the kitchen staff had arranged before heading home. We sat around chatting for a bit when Sandy suddenly appeared, stunning as always, but wearing the most revealing dress I'd ever seen her in.

It was late Friday afternoon. I’d just arrived home, threw my jacket on the sofa and tensed my shoulders in an attempt to find relief from a hard day at the office. Truth be told, it had been quite a week and I was looking forward to a weekend of peace and relaxation. I heaved a sigh of relieve while pouring whiskey into a tumbler, when the telephone rang.

“Hello?” I growled…as in: “Who are you and what the hell do you want?” I allowed the tone of my voice to convey what I really wanted to say. I was pissed off by the interruption. I desperately wanted to unwind. This had better be good.

There was a startled pause before the person on the other end of the line said, “John. John. It’s me, Paul. How are you, buddy?”

“Well, fuck me sideways...” I started to say while reaching out for a seat.

“Listen John, I’m in town with my wife, and I was wondering if you would be free for a drink tonight?”

“You’re married? You? Married? You’re kidding me, right?”

Paul and I had been friends since college. He always tried to come across to be your run-of-the-mill macho kind of guy...until we ended up being roommates. At one point, we were both without girlfriends and were horny as hell. It was a Saturday night. We popped in some porn and our side by side jack-off session led to our introduction to the world of cocksucking. Everything changed after that, because we soon agreed that life was much simpler (and cheaper) without girlfriends...most especially since we were willing to lend each other a helping hand...or mouth...or ass. Paul left town after his graduation and we somehow ended up losing contact with each other.

My thoughts were interrupted by his response to my skeptic reaction. We joked around for a bit before I confirmed the time and place of our meeting. “Were my ears deceiving me?” I thought as I put down the phone. “Could it really be that Paul’s back in town?” I left the questions in my mind along with my glass of whiskey while I retreated to my en-suite bathroom, stripped off my clothes and soaped up my weary body under the warm and steady flow of water in the shower. As I shifted my soapy attention to my cock and ass, I had flashbacks of our pleasurable times together. “It’s a shame that he’s married,” I said to myself, “oh well, those were the days...”

I stepped out of the shower, toweled myself dry, got dressed, grabbed a bite to eat and found myself sitting on a comfortable barstool, sipping on a glass of scotch and enjoying the company of Paul and his wife, Lindsey, about three hours after he’d called me. Our introductions were a bit awkward, at least on my part, as I found it difficult to believe that he really was married. I would never have guessed that Paul, MY Paul would settle down and get married one day.

The awkwardness diminished with each glass of whisky. Lindsey’s bubbly personality was infectious, while Paul was just um, how do I put it? Paul was just Paul; there was no other way to describe him. He was all jokes – they were used as a barrier to hide his shy, vulnerable and introverted self. I’ve always wondered where this silent coyness came from. His voice was dulled out of my awareness while I studied his face. He was always a looker. He was sexy as hell, most especially in the evenings; after his stubble had been given the opportunity to grow for a couple of hours. His piercing blue eyes combined with the cleft in his chin and dark brown hair were always hypnotic. Yes, they still were. He could be my snake charmer anytime. I’d often hoped that Paul would trust me enough to cast aside his boisterous exterior and allow me in and befriend the scared boy that rested inside of him. “What is it about him?” I asked myself. Even after all of these years, I still found myself being drawn to that man.

I realized that Paul was talking to me when Lindsey reached over and touched my hand. Was it just me or did I just sense a seductiveness as she allowed her hand to fleetingly pass over mine? I could almost detect an air of sultriness in the air. It was electrifying. Lindsey smiled. I could visualize myself sliding my tongue between those cherry colored lips of hers. Oh, God! Who to do? Who to do? Lindsey, Paul. Paul, Lindsey. Both! Oh yes, puhleez, let me have them both; served up on a platter; a feast fit for a king! It was times like this when I happy to be bisexual.

The alcohol started to take its toll. Truth be told, I don’t remember much of what followed next. I do remember all of the crucial information, though: I had invited them over to my place for a nightcap. I live on the 23rd floor of an upscale apartment block. The interior of my living space consists of shale tiled walls, carpeted floors and steel finishes. I have large windows that overlook the city – a canvas painted by shimmering lights that cast varying hues of grey upon the walls...quite like my sexuality.

I reached out to switch on the light, but Lindsey stopped me. “Please don’t? It’s absolutely beautiful,” she said as she headed towards the window. I obeyed. I remember pouring each of us a glass of wine and setting it down on the coffee table. I took a swig out of my glass. The wine tasted good. Anybody that knows me will tell you that I hate the quiet, so I immediately stood up and switched on my stereo system. The music played faintly in the background while we chatted about life since our graduation. Paul finished telling me about how he met Lindsey, when he asked where the bathroom was. He excused himself. Lindsey and I sat in silence for a couple of seconds...though it felt like it was for several minutes.

“Can I give you a top up?” I asked, while lifting the bottle of wine from the coffee table.

“Please, that will be lovely,” she replied while holding her wineglass in my direction. I smiled at her while I poured wine in her glass.

“It’s really good to meet you. I can see that you make Paul happy and I can’t begin to tell you just how much it pleases me,” I said. “I don’t know how it is that we lost contact with each other, but he’s always meant a lot to me.”

“I can tell you that you mean a lot to Paul as well,” Lindsey began, “he even talks to you in his sleep.”

“He does?” I asked surprised.

“Yes, he does.” She gave out a soft yet embarrassed laugh. “From what he’s said, it’s safe to conclude that you sure know how to pleasure his monster.”

Wine sprayed out of my mouth and nostrils. The situation couldn’t have been more uncomfortable. I wanted the floor to open up and swallow me. I didn’t know what was worse, Lindsey’s knowledge of our college day antics or the fact that I’d just covered her in wine. “I am so sorry,” I began, “let me get you something to clean yourself with.”

“No. You’re going to lick me clean.” In an instant, Lindsey had freed both of her wine soaked breasts and held out her cleavage in my direction.

“What the fuck is going on?!!” Paul’s voice bellowed from behind me. I hadn’t heard his return.

“Paul...Paul...” I stammered. Oh God, could things get any worse than this? “It’s not what you think....”

Paul cut me off. “Now that’s a damn shame...I was hoping that the two of you were getting things warmed up for me.”

My barber has a private suite in nyc, I’ve see him a few times but this time I just went for it and intentionally started elbowing his bulge while he cut my hair, he got hard as a rock and we both ignored it. When he finished I paid and turned to him and asked him if he wanted head, he said yes. He locked the door and whipped it out, shot down my throat. Such a thrilling experience

Based on a real experience, here's a story I put together for an upcoming blog.

My wife and I had a get together over the long weekend, and had a few of our friends over. Amongst these friends was one of my co workers whom we've known for about a year.
During this time he and my wife would innocently flirt together and both had expressed to me, on numerous occasions, how they found each other attractive.

Since my buddy and I both had Monday and Tuesday off, he hung around after our other guests had left for the evening and helped us clean up. The kids had school on Tuesday, so they hit the sack about 10:00.

It was getting close to 11:00 and my friend and I were just hanging out in the living room shooting the shit and watching the news. Well, I though we were watching the news...I caught a glimpse of my buddy gazing off toward our bedroom door. I turned to see what he was looking at and realized that my wife had gone to change in our bedroom, and left the door open just a tiny bit. Well, it was enough to offer a peek at her changing. I smirked and pretended not to notice a thing.

When she emerged, she was wearing one of my white button down dress shirts that hung down to her mid thighs. She often likes to wear my shirts to bed and I do not mind because she looks great in 'em! She strolled by us and smiled as she headed to the restroom.

This seemed like the perfect time to get my wife and friend together. I had often thought about it, and it seemed like now was the time.
I got up, told my buddy I'd be right back, and followed my wife into the bathroom.

I told her how friggin' hot she looked, and she pulled her shirt up to reveal that she wasn't wearing any panties. I then suggested that maybe our friend might like some attention, and her grin widened. She looked at me and asked if I was sure I wanted her to 'take the flirting further'. I nodded, and she suggested that I go back and sit with him on the couch.

I went back to the living room and sat beside my buddy on the couch, waiting anxiously for my wife to return.

She entered the living room still wearing the white button up shirt, however, it was unbuttoned, revealing her sexy cleavage and firm tummy. My friend pulled his stare away from her and looked at me. I innocently shrugged and said to my wife, "and what are you doing, my dear"?
"Oh, there were a couple beers left", she replied, "so I figured I'd bring them to you boys".
She then knelt down on the floor between us, facing us. My friends face flushed as he looked at her exposed cleavage.
She then rested one arm on his leg and the other arm on mine, holding the beers up for us to grab. My friend grabbed his beer and took a big swig, he was clutching the bottle like a security blanket!

She then began to gently rub each of our cocks, through our pants. One with each hand. Our friend looked at each of us and quietly muttered "Is this cool?" My wife quickly told him that it was fine and to sit back and enjoy!

Her eyes widened as my friends cock grew, her hand tracing the bulge of his dick through his pants. As I glanced over, I could see that he had a bulge starting to extending past the middle of his right thigh. Now, I have I guess a pretty average cock at 6 1/2 inches, but it looked like the wife was in for a pretty big treat with my buddy's dick! She looked up at me and said "excuse me a minute while I check this out".

She proceeded to turn her full attention to our friends cock. She looked up at him with a big grin and said "Wow, I always wondered what you were carrying in here". She slowly unbuttoned his pants and lowered his zipper. I watched this with my own erection now at full mast! She opened his pants to reveal the massive bulge that was pushing up at his biker type under shorts. She smiled and gently bit her lip, all the while continuing to gently rub his cock. Now positioned between my friends legs, my wife then grabbed the elastic waistband of his under shorts and pulled them down...His dick sprung out, and even my eyes widened as his monster was revealed! My wife let out a sound that was a cross between the word 'wow' and a moan. She grasped the base of his dick with her right hand and just stared at his monster cock. "I have never seen anything like this in real life" she laughed. She shot me a wide eyed glance and mouthed the words 'oh my god!' I looked at my friend and asked him" damn dude, what do you feed that thing!?" He looked at us, flushed, and could only let out a short giggle. He then informed us that he had in fact measured his snake before and that it came in at a whopping 9 1/2 inches!

Never letting her gaze, or right hand, leave his cock, my wife repositioned herself back in between us, still kneeling on the floor. She then undid my pants with her left hand, pulled down my boxers, and began to rub my raging hard on. She tugged at our friends pants and gestured for him to assist in removing them. He quickly arched his back to allow for his pants to easily slide down his legs. I did the same.

My wife then assisted each of us with pulling our pants off from around our ankles and then continued to jerk each of our cocks. She then looked up at me and began slowly licking the head of my cock, still jerking our friends cock with her right hand. She did this for about thirty seconds before turning her attention to Mr. Anaconda!

She looked up at him and and began to lick the tip of his cock, the head bulging as she applied pressure to the base. He let out a soft moan as she then ran her tongue on the underside of his dick. She slowly ran her tongue up and down the full length of his shaft, causing him to moan more. She continued to work my cock with her left hand, causing me to groan also.

She then turned to my cock and took the whole length in her mouth, pausing when she had the whole thing swallowed up. I grunted as she quickly moved her tongue around the base of my cock. She continued blowing my dick as she stroked his cock faster and faster. Then turning her attention back to him, she looked at him and opened her mouth to engulf his cock. She slowly worked her way up and down on his shaft, causing him to moan and breathe heavily. She then slowly attempted to deep throat his cock! Slowly, she forced her head down onto his shaft. Within 15 seconds, she had his whole cock in her mouth. He closed his eyes and let out a big moan, telling her that he had only been deep throated once before. She then continued to suck his dick, moaning and slurping as she went. All this time, I was so aroused watching her do her thing. I always figured it would be hot to see her do this, but now that it happened, it was hotter than I ever imagined.

As she continued to suck his cock, she could taste the pre cum starting to come out and could feel by the way his dick was twitching that he was getting close to coming. She instructed us to sit closer together. She turned to me and took my cock in her mouth as she continued to quickly jerk him. At this point, I was ready to blow my load at any time and she knew it! She positioned her head between our cocks and continued stroking both of us. She then put the head of his monster cock back in her mouth, and that was all it took! She jerked his big dick as his cum spurted out in long, thick streams. His first blast shot right into her waiting mouth, followed by a stream on her left cheek, her nose, her forehead and her hair! She simultaneously jerked me to orgasm, and I also got her in the mouth, on the nose, on her cheeks and I just missed her eye. She was moaning and smiling the whole time we were plastering her with cum.

With both our cocks fully drained, I went to get a towel for my wife. As she wiped off our cum, the three of us discussed how fun that just was. It took my wife under five minutes to suck us both off and I know I was ready to blow it after only about a minute into it. Watching her perform was absolutely hot and our friend said that he almost came as soon as she touched him.

Chase was a 6 ft 2' Hockey player at his University in Alberta. He had a well defined body with abs that all the ladies drooled over. It was exam period and Chase just spent all night studying and was running late for practise. Chase wasn't only a jock he was smart too. He seemed to get all the ladies and jobs that everyone else died for.

Chase ran into the locker room and saw Dan. Dan 'Hey Brah your late too'. Dan was a 6 ft 3' Defenseman for the team. Dan was as fit as Chase but was more of the slut than the scholar. Chase 'Dude, coach is going to make us circle the rink for hours'. If you were ever late for practise coach always made you do extra laps around the rink. Dan 'Ya man it's gonna be brutal.. I just bombed my exam.. Wanna grab a drink later'. Chase 'For sure bro'.

Dan and Chase were good buddies.. They use to live together and use to fuck girls while the other was in the room. They haven't tried Tag Teaming but knew if the opportunity presented itself they would be all over that. Dan and Chase rushed to get changed. They've both scene each other naked before and always said commented. Dan pulls down his trunks 'Careful man you might poke someones eye out'. Dan 'You know it'. Dan was about 9' long and girthy. Chase was just a bit bigger at 9.5'.

Dan and Chase went to the rink. Coach wasn't happy 'You guys know you'll be here skating circles'. ' Ya coach' they both said. They both played a very good game.. They always got hyped up and horny after the game, must of been the adrenaline. After practise the Coach made them stay 30 minutes after skating circles. This meant that everyone would already be gone and the locker would be empty.

Dan and Chase went to the locker room to shower. They were use to being naked after all they were on a Hockey Team. Dan and Chase striped off all of their sweaty uniform. They didn't bring any towels with them to the showers.. See your all smooth Chase said. Dan 'Ya man banged this chick last night' and you know how I love to be smooth. Dan's dick didn't have a speck of hair it was smooth long and thick. 'What is that bro a hitler stash' Dan said. Chase only had a bit of hair at the base. He had a pretty big package and wasn't afraid to flaunt it.

They were getting soaped up when they thought of where they were going to go that night. 'Remember when we use to live together and bang girls next to each other' Dan said. 'Bro that was sweet, miss those days' Chase. Thinking about these days got them both a bit horny - sporting soft semi's they went back to the lockers to get changed. 'Dude check out these' as Dan pointed to his new Calvin Klein Trunks. 'Haha nice, those really show off your huge bulge..I got a new pair of skivies I'll show you later too.. you'll be impressed' Chase said. 'Sick man, where do you want to head tonight' Dan. We can just pre drink at my place and go from there, Chase said. You know what happened when we're alone, Dan. 'Haha ya man wicked sweet times' Chase.

They both went to Chase's place. First thing they did was crack open a Coors Light. 'This tastes so good... Let me check whose on Facebook and where the party is tonight' Dan. They both went into Chase's room. Chase through Dan a pair of tracks since they knew they would be pre drinking for a while better to be comfortable. Chase was getting changed too 'Oh man, this is was I was telling you about' Chase pointed to his new Aussue Bum Wonderjock. What is that, Dan. It's a basically a push up bra for your dick you put your balls in here and it makes you huge, Chase. 'Dude you definitely don't need that your massive' Dan. 'Haha thatta boy' Chase. 'Put them on lets see'. Chase pulled them up. 'Holy fuck thats massive your bulge is huge' Dan. 'Haha thanks! now put on something good and lets find out where the sluts are going tonight' Dan.

I've always fantasized about being with two men. Just the thought of it makes my clit tingle. Being shy though, i didn't think it was something i would ever act upon, until one day. I would sometimes go on craigslist and read the personal ads for mmf and one morning one ad in particular caught my eye.

Two men with larger than average cocks wanted to host a woman in their hotel room for and evening of pure ecstasy. I hadn't had sex for awhile and was extremely horny, i was immediately wet at the thought. I contacted the poster and we exchanged a few polite emails and photos. I asked them to skype for me so i could be sure they were really tlingerhe guys in the photos and was not disappointed. They were every bit as hot and hung and i was now soaked.

They were in town on business for the week, so we set up a time for me to join them at their hotel. That night at 7pm i was going to let two complete strangers have their way with my body. I started to prepare for the evening in store. I ran a nice hot bath, tweaking my now rock hard nipples. As my hand strays down, i decide i should shave my pussy clean so i can feel their tongues all over. I want to continue to tease myself but decide i want to wait, i want to be really wet for them.

The day just seems to be crawling, so i decide to head to the mall to buy some new lingerie for the occasion. I walk into the store, a little unsure, i've never bought anything racy before. I immediately see this black lacy one piece short jumper, perfect i think to wear under my long coat. Running my hands along the sheer silky lace, i can't help getting wetter thinking of their hands caressing my nipples through the dainty material. I take it to the change room to make sure i like it and immediately know it was made for me. Thin little straps and a low back let my heavy breasts move freely, allowing my sensitive nipples brush gently against the lace, sending shivers through my swollen clit. I reach down to rub myself only to find that the outfit is crotchless as well. Fearing id cum right there i took it off, got dressed, paid and went home to get ready.

It's now around 5 and i'm so horny. I just can't wait anymore. I've been in my lingerie since i got home, never feeling more sexy or horny. Tall black boots and my longest coat finish the ensemble. Its about an hour drive across the city to the hotel where my hosts are staying. I decide to leave now, i figure i'll need the extra time in the car to actually make it inside. The closer I get the harder it is to concentrate, I'm sure i've soaked through to the seat by now. I've never felt my pussy gush so much. I text them and let them know I'm on my way, they reply with a picture of them naked and hard on the bed. My swollen, throbbing pussy has now taken over. I set the cruise control 20km faster, i just need to get there.

I pull into the parking garage, shut off my car and take a deep breath. Last chance to turn back. I take a look in the mirror, my eyes have this look to them, this lust filled haze. I'm ready. Knowing that all I have on under my coat is a skimpy jumper has me pretty much running through the garage, hoping not to see anyone. I make it to the elevator with no one around and take it to the lobby. Unfortunately it's not as quiet up here. Gripping my coat around me, I go to the next set of elevators. There's 3 other people in there with me. I'm sure they can smell my musky aroma, one guy keeps giving me a knowing look. I think, hell if these other people weren't here id probably let him feel how wet I am. I can't believe all the thoughts I'm having right now, I've never been so unbelievably turned on. The 9th floor stops and I get off, my legs shaking and feeling as if they're not going to hold me, I start to walk down the hall, 925 is where I'm to go. The very last room at the end of the hall. It seems like an eternity. Finally I'm facing the door and taking a deep breath I knock....

Hi everyone.
This is the first of several new stories I'll be posting. Have a couple bi stories cumming as well. Looking for commnts and feedback...thanks!

Hung Greek Swimmer Coaches the Coach
I had grown up in a small Midwestern town, and attended a similarly conservative college. Now 23, I was just starting my first coaching job in a public high school in Chicago that had more students than my hometown did residents.
Hired as assistant coach, I had the responsibility of putting the senior varsity swim team through their drills. I reported to Coach Andrews, a handsome, masculine man in his late thirties. One of the new duties he assigned me was to be present when the team shaved each other before important meets.
The best swimmer on the team was Dimitri, a stunning young man of Greek descent. Dimitri was, of course, aware of his magnetism and strode cockily about the locker room and showers in his full, naked glory. Being over 6 foot tall myself and extremely fit, I was in awe of this 6’4, 190 pound manboy. I’ll never forget when Dimitri disrobed in front of me for the first time, revealing a perfect specimen of virility and only just turned 18! His gorgeous olive skin, deliciously muscled body, succulent lips and shock of black hair made Dimitri look every inch the movie star.
This first viewing also displayed just how hairy this hunk was as well: he hadn’t shaved since the beginning of summer. Dimitri’s square pecs and rock hard abs were swirled with luxurious manfur, as were his toned legs and forearms. I had never seen anyone so hot, hairy and confident: while his round ass was truly the kind found only in fantasy, the pendulous cock that swayed between his meaty thighs was breathtaking. The fucker was easily as big limp as I am hard, a healthy 7 by 5, with huge furry nuts to match. My breath quickened as I saw Dimitri run a large hand over the pelt on his chest and adjusted his mighty meat.
I felt his gaze on me: I tore my eyes away from his prize and looked him right into his warm, almond shaped ones. His long lashes blinked slowly, even suggestively, as he continued rubbing his fur and gauging my reactions. “So you must be the new assistant?”, he suddenly boomed in a deep voice. “Your job to keep me all shaved up, huh Coach?”, he asked as I nodded demurely.
“Well come on, let’s get this show on the road,” Dimitri turned and demonstrated his hot ass in motion as he made his way to the showers. I followed quickly behind the teen god. Dimitri smirked as he stood under the hot spray and began lathering himself. His dense body fur looked even sexier wet, if possible: it was a shame he couldn’t keep it. “Better strip and join me Coach….you’re going to get wet taking care of all this growth.”
Sheepishly I peeled my tee off, and pulled down my shorts, leaving my jock on. I felt him giving me the once over as I stood next to him. “Nothing to be shy about here. I’ve seen a lot of naked guys.” nodding, I slipped my wet jock off, exposing myself to my student. Dimitri’s smirk broadened as he took note of my limp, four inch prick and the average sized orbs hanging beneath.
“You shave your chest and body, too? How often to keep yourself so smooth?”
“Well, uh, no, just never got real hairy, I guess.”, I said gingerly. Truth be told, I have always loved hairy chested guys, and was absolutely envious of this manly teenager.
Dimitri chuckled, “You guess? Forget you blonds don’t get as furry as us Greek guys. I’ve been shaving my chest since I started swimming 5 years ago.” This young bastatrd had had more hair on his chest at 13 than I did at 23?! “You know Coach, I hate shaving my chest ...it loses sensitivity.” “I’m not sure I know what you mean, Dimitri?”, I asked.
“Here, let me show you what I mean.” Dimitri grabbed my hand and placed it in the furry cleft of his massive pectorals. “Now, tug gently on my fur Coach.”
I’m glad it was a command, because I wasn’t going to be able to resist myself. My fingers toyed, stroked and pulled on the abundant fur covering his torso. As I played with his chest hair, Dimitri threw his head back, almost growling low in his throat. “Fuck, that’s it bro, massage my hairy pecs.” I felt something brush against my thigh and looked down to see Dimitri’s swelling cock.
The colossal organ lurched as it grew, the huge mushroom head a 3 course meal in itself. The muscle boy’s prick was now fully rampant: impossibly long, freakishly fat and obviously angry. I thought the jock would be embarrassed, but instead I felt his strong hands pushing down on my shoulders. “Get on your knees, now Coach. I could tell the minute I stripped you would be servicing me sooner rather than later.”
I stammered, “No, Dimitri, that would cost me my job. I’ve never done this before.”
“You don’t understand, do you cocksucker? Taking care of my cock is your mutherfucking job. Now get on your knees and suck my big cock.”
Dumbfounded, I looked blankly at the horny athlete, whose eyes suddenly flashed. “I’ve had enough of this bullshit.” In a matter of seconds, the high school brute had knocked me to the ground. Towering over me, Dimitri used both hands to grasp his giant dick and began pistoning his hips back and forth. “Gonna coach you, you fucking prick tease,” he spat as he suddenly began slapping my upturned face with his drooling cock.
“Now swirl your tongue around the head, cocksucker.” Dimitri grabbed me by the hair, causing me to open my mouth in protest. Seizing his opportunity, he shoved the bulbous helmet of his meat between my lips. I tried pulling away, but Dimitri was having none of that.
He slapped me soundly on the chhek with his huge hand and snarled, “You better get with the fucking program or I’m going to fuck you up, coach.” Dimitri began facefucking me in earnest now, plugging my throat with 4 or 5 inches of his prick, pulling out occasionally to have me bathe his furry bull nuts with my tongue.
The system he quickly worked out was: have me nurse the mammoth, glistening head, swathe his lowhangers, get cock slapped, and then he’d resume stuffing his cock back down my throat. I gagged and choked, but Dimitri took my head in hands and fucked my face even harder and deeper. The inches of his cock that remained dry impressed me as much as the soaked, battering inches wedged deep inside my mouth.
Seeing his muscled, furry pecs heave as I serviced this hot jock had my own hard prick leaking tons of pre.
“I’m going to be the first to nut in your mouth, huh Coach? Everybody lucky enough to get my prick in their throat has to eat my seed.” At this I tried to stand, but Dimitri kept me roughly in place. “Do that again and I’m gonna pump a second load deep up your virgin ass.”
My eyes widened at this, Dimitri laughing heartily. “Don’t you worry, little man. You’ll get to feel this manmeat in your tight hole soon enough.”, pulling his saliva covered horsecock from my gullet. He placed his rockhard prick across my face and throat, demonstrating again just how truly gargantuan his teen prick was. “You want me to shove it in now, huh Coach?” I shook my head from side to side, Dimitri belly laughing now. “You’re going to love it, just like they all do. No room on my dance card to give it to you every day, but gonna make you my fall back guy. Feed you all the cock and cum you can take. Now open your mouth cocksucker and take this load.”
Afraid to test him, I meekly did as told, submitting totally to this hung, hairy and butch teenager. Looking me right in the eyes and tugging on his chest hair, Dimitri’s lemon sized mushroom suddenly swelled even further. His cock seemed to wink at me, his long piss slit opening to allow the first of many molten streams of boy cream into my mouth. Feeling the repeated hot splashes against the back of my throat, my prick began shooting untouched. I nutted all over Dimitri’s burly, hairy legs as I continued to receive the copious load he was emptying into my open mouth.
Grunting, Dimitri wiped his still hard, still oozing cockhead all over my face, tongue and lips. “Like the taste of that, Coach? That’s what they call a rhetorical question, mutherfucker. Means that whether you like it or not, I’m going to feed you whenever the fuck I feel like it.” As I swallowed the last of his cumload, I knew that he meant it.

My girlfriend Alex was HOT--hot looking, that is.

Athletic, graceful, a great swimmer whom I had met at the college pool. But getting her to have fun, spontaneous or passionate sex was an impossibility. I was 21, she was 18. She had only had one other lover before me, and seemed to have ZERO imagination about sex, no real desire. She was asexual, frigid. But what a beauty. Fantastic face and body, long thick dark hair down to her unbelievably sexy ass.

Her one concession was to go down on me, every morning, without fail, for about ten minutes. She did it dutifully, methodically, as if it was entirely a favor to me. No indication of any excitement on her part. No sounds from her. She did it so slowly and with such disinterest I could never cum. She didn't seem to want it at all. But there was one consolation: she had an incredibly easy time deep-throating. I was not small, at 7.5 inches (I know many exaggerate on these internet sites but I swear that is a totally accurate measurement, and while it may not sound impressive compared to the many liars who claim 13 inches, it is substantially above the average of 5.5-6 inches). And I had always wanted to see what it was like to be deep-throated, so in some degree, it was my “wish come true.” I didn't dare ask her to "do it faster" or longer or whatever. I felt like it was such a "favor" for her to do ANYTHING with me, I accepted it and was grateful for it. I genuinely moaned with pleasure and amazement over her unique deep throating talent during each session, but like I said, I never was able to cum because it was too dispassionate and too short of a time period.

One thing she would NEVER do was allow me to touch her pussy, nor did she ever seem to touch it herself. I asked her, don’t you like to masturbate? No, she had never tried it.


Well, one day one summer, everything changed.

There was a nude beach near our house. A very beautiful, natural, secluded area right in the city near our place, a college housing apartment. It was down a very steep embankment along a major river--almost a cliff, really--some 150 feet below a park. You had to climb down the precarious embankment, hanging onto roots and vines and fumbling with your feet to find rocks that wouldn't slide and send you for a serious fall. I had heard little about it except that most of the sunbathers were supposedly gay men. I avoided it for that reason, being a young homophobe. One day while walking in the park near the beach, Alex, who I felt certain did not know the reputation of the beach, said, "Let's go down there."

I thought maybe that would be the perfect thing to shake loose her uptight sexuality, seeing people who felt comfortable about nudity. Not wanting her to die of a heart attack, however, I asked, "You do know this place is supposed to be a nude beach?"

"Oh, yeah," she kind of scoffed, laughingly, as if any such thought was totally preposterous, unimaginable to someone as prudish as her. "I heard something about that but I don't believe it."

As we walked into the remote area, I began to feel a bit nervous. But within a few minutes, we were approached by a friendly, kind of gawky, skinny, tall young man maybe four years older than us in a pair of skimpy speedos hidden by a huge baggy tee shirt, and a huge grin. He said, "Hi!" and we struck up a conversation, which began to ease my nervousness about the supposed gayness of the place.

He didn't seem gay at all, at least he didn't come onto me like a lot of gay men did. He was just a very nice, immediately likable, regular guy. He invited us to his blanket and we all sat down, talked a few more minutes, and he opened a duffle bag and offered us a couple of warmish beers. We felt instantly comfortable with him and his winning smile, so decided, why not.

We introduced ourselves and I told him we were living together, boyfriend and girlfriend. I didn't perceive him as any "threat" because he was so skinny and didn't exactly have the most handsome face, but I was very protective and territorial about Alex because she was such a hot looking woman and constantly being hit on by men. And as meager as our sex life was, I didn't want to lose that morning deepthroat session, and held out eternal hope that I would be able to coax her to eventually do more. In fact, we had talked about marriage and were "engaged to be engaged."

As we began sipping, he suddenly stood up and took off his tee shirt and sandals. I thought I would seize the opportunity to show off my muscular build and assert my superiority over him by taking off my clothes, too. He stopped undressing once he was down to his speedos and squatted down to pick up his beer and take a sip. Looking out of the corners of his eyes at my crotch, I worried that maybe he was gay after all, but it seemed more like he was just being polite, letting me catch up with him. There was an element of "checking me out," too, but it didn't seem salacious. I sensed it was more like there was some other reason he wanted me to reach a state of nudity at about the same time that he did--like maybe, I thought at the time, he just wanted to be sure I was okay with stripping down all the way so he would not feel wierd about being the only one naked. I had my shirt and pants off and was in my BVD's, and reaching for the waistline about to pull them down. As he saw this, he stood back up and began to very casually strip off his bathing suit.

Both of us reached full nudity at the same moment. I hadn't really been paying attention to his crotch, but when he had stood back up I first noticed and was shocked at the size of the bulge stuffed into his speedos! The jiggling mass of flesh was just beginning to visually register with me when he pulled them down and I experienced first denial, then disbelief, at how much cock I was seeing unfold and then emerge. As they peeled off, what looked like a (very large&#33 spongey half-boner sort of sprang out and flopped and waggled from side to side but continued pointing downward, and his balls looked enormous as he unleashed his junk from the confines of the rather tight swimwear.

I realized that he had no "half-boner" after all. It was just that he was enormous soft--a good 7 inches long, very close to my fully erect length when I pushed the ruler into my abdomen and strained to get my whole hard-on to stick as far out as possible (and here he was, casually hanging there effortlessly matching my best length)--and much, much thicker than me, fully twice as big around soft as mine was hard!

Now I am a "grower," not a "shower." My dick is pathetically small when it is flaccid. It is so shriveled up I can't believe it. And in a situation like this, it gets even tinier, as if it is embarrassed! My first instinct was fear that Alex would now compare me to him and think I was a runt. I was very muscular and athletic, unlike this guy, and here he was with a dick that was bigger soft than mine was hard. She had only been with one other man before me and told me that the only other penis she had seen was at an erotic film festival we went to on our first date (which had misled me to expect her to be some sort of sex maniac&#33 in which the only actors were not at all especially well endowed. I feared she would compare me to this friendly stud and think I was inadequate. I was always a bit worried about size, probably because my best friend as a teen had been extra well hung and I had seen a lot of porn in which of course the actors tend to be pretty huge.

Well, my fears, it turned out, were nothing compared to what proceeded to happen.

I looked at her and her eyes were bulging more than our new friend's speedos had been. His name was, are you ready? Dick.

Now it dawned on me why he had paused undressing and made sure I was going to finish stripping before he did so, too. He thought I might not take off my underwear once I saw how huge he was. He knew I was competing with him and wanted to trounce my anatomical "pair of fours" in one fell swoop with his genital "Royal Flush"--his mammoth prick. He wanted to be damn sure Alex got an eyeful of both our packages, side by side, to see the comparison. He wanted to show me up!

Dick sat back now grinning more broadly than ever, almost looking like he was about to break out with laughter at at both my micro-flaccid-on and Alex's reaction and the way her eyes were unabashedly glommed onto his private--or should I say now public--parts.

On the other hand, I thought he sensed my initial territoriality about her, and as he glanced over to me I'm sure I could not disguise the utter fear on my face, the sense of defeat and being beaten by the fact that his cock was so superior to mine, and that my girlfriend was obviously mesmerized by it.

He leaned back on his arms, spread his legs apart and sighed, "What a beautiful secluded spot this is! I love to sunbathe here. No tan lines." His heavy third limb sort of slunked over his sack from one side to the other and looked like it was growing even fuller, though still mostly flaccid and pointing mostly downward. As his massive soft-on flopped to the side, his mammoth balls showed. Alex's eyes followed and her tongue crept to the corner of her mouth, then licked involuntarily several times, back and forth across her lips.

Suddenly Alex, the prude, whom I was never—and I do mean NEVER--able to get to undress even partially for a little "afternoon delight," whose ONLY protocol was to do it in the morning, when we woke up, and remain uptight as a Prussian general the rest of the day, stands up, kicks off her boots, drops her jeans, and steps out of the black full-body leotard she always wore (which were like a chastity belt at the derriere, and she wore them in order to thwart any attempt by me to reach down into her pants and attempt to entice her by getting at her genitals with my hand). She stood there, stark naked, still staring, fixated on his member, and now licking her lips in a very obvious way, at Dick's dick. “Yes,” she replied to his comment. “I can certainly see why you do need to sunbathe nude-- because you have more skin surface under your speedos than outside of them!" He laughed heartily in response and I gulped and felt my heart sink into my stomach.

Her genitals looked surprisingly different than I had ever seen them--which was not very many times, the way she was always avoiding letting me have any contact with them: visibly puffy and reddened, the swollen lips of her cunt were visibly glistening with moisture. Alex took a giant step toward him from the edge of the blanket right into the space between his spread-out feet, stopping and planting her feet spread apart so wide that they made contact with the insides of his calves, invading his "personal space" zone to the point where her somewhat open pussy, right at his head level, stared directly into his face and blatantly tempted "Just try not to want me." Looking like she had moved in to get a better view, and continuing her fixed gaze on his mammoth balls and schlong, she added, with a wicked smile and in a flirtatious tone of voice that shifted from humorous to hot: "It would be a crime to keep a cock that big and beautiful all packed up--" His dick was now curved into a semi-hard giant penis as big as any porn star I had ever seen. Alex added quickly, as if talking directly to it: "you deserve a LOT of attention!”

At this point, Dick’s dick did a world's record sudden erection into a full, raging, standing-at-full attention hard-on that reached up way past his navel, and was as big around as the beer cans we were drinking out of. I never would have thought a cock like that could go from zero to sixty in a matter of seconds, but his sure did, filling up and expanding like a water balloon being filled with a firehose. It stood out away from his body, which was even more remarkable to behold--it just simply looked way too weighty and massive to stand up that rigidly, like it was defying a hell of a lot of gravity.

It was not just a big but a beautiful cock, and it began pulsing visibly, and twitched involuntarily several times, as the smile on his face melted into a dazed look, his mouth open. I swear this is true: he literally DROOLED for a second, caught himself and closed his mouth and swallowed.

Dick wasn't the only one whose mouth was open: as Alex stood there, fixated on his gigantic, protruding, straining member, her mouth went into almost spastic, subconsciously driven motions, her tongue slathering and licking her lips in pure reflexive response to the sight of Dick's hot, beckoning phallic mega-flesh. Her tongue looked thick and wet, probing her own mouth in a more sexy, suggestive and provocative way than I ever imagined any woman could do.

What happened next paralyzed me, sent me speechless, into a confused mixture of jealous rage and sexual bliss: Alex slumped to her knees, bent over and plunged her salivating mouth down onto this perfect stranger’s outstretched, towering cock with moans and groans of lust I had never thought she was capable of uttering. Compared to the silence I elicited when she softly sucked me, she sounded like she was already half-orgasming on the first deep, hungrily sucking swallow of Dick's enormous, erect shaft. I had been with her for months, but the tones of voice that were emitting from her throat were like someone I had never heard before. She was totally at the mercy of that giant dick. A muffled squeal of delight and amazement emitted with each downward thrust until his gigantic pole reached the point where it pried its way into her hungry throat and the only sound was that of her sucking lips smacking and begging for every millimeter of dick she could possibly take in. On the way back up, she moaned with impassioned appreciation and gratitude.

Alex's head bobbed up and down slavishly, like she was unable NOT to keep sucking now that she had discovered the pure joy of a huge penis in her mouth and throat. She seemed to be possessed by its power and desirability. It was obvious from the way her whole being was focused on that big dick that she had been transformed in an instant: her idea of sex as something she could think of in any "take it or leave it" way was a thing of the past.

Her next action was even more amazing: it was like some unknown sex-crazed slut hiding deep within her was suddenly freed from its dungeon by the sight of this oversized cock. From sort of a squatting position but bending forward and basically holding up her upper body by using the now-supersized monster in her mouth as a kind of tripod prong, both hands moved to her pussy and she began rubbing her clit frantically while her whole upper body moved up and down at a pace I had never been the beneficiary of when she was with me. I mean, she was an acrobat in the way she was able to kneel but bend forward over him and balance, and use her strong abs and back muscles, moaning and slurping passionately--yes, PASSIONATELY, to my disbelief--as she chugged Dick's 10+incher deep, her head bobbing up and down, so WANTING it, unlike she had ever been with me, and a quantity of gooey saliva I had never been able to cause her to produce came pouring out over his rod, all over his balls and legs and the blanket under him, and he writhed and grimaced in ecstasy and he fought to control his urge to be milked dry by her gulping, demanding throat. Up and down, up and down, she sucked and moaned, nonstop, while fingering herself furiously. Her mouth literally gushed and bathed his cock in hot saliva, and her pussy was squirting. Between the spit-bath running out of her turned-on mouth and the cunt juices running down her legs, the slurping, squishing and smacking noises were positively obscene.

It seemed like she was having throat orgasms, her eyes rolling back into her head and her face and chest flushed bright red, her eyebrows moving in that expression that wrote plainly on her face just how totally amazed she was by the size of the cock with each stoke into and halfway out of her mouth and throat. As she shoved her head down onto it, her lips folded inside, pulled by the tight fit of the wide, thick rod she so greedily fucked her mouth on. She was sucking with true abandon. After a few dozen pumps, she would have to pull her head off of it to breathe in loud excited gasps, sounding like a sprinter who had just run the 50 yard dash, then plunge back down onto it and groan like it was all new again.

Her ability to take almost the whole length and girth of that massive, long organ was like some kind of optical illusion. Only about the bottom two inches were left over each time she plunged down. It was the thickness of his cock that made it seem impossible that she was able to go even that deep. The way her jaw opened up reminded me of a snake eating a rodent that looked too big for it to ingest. I would have thought it would hurt her, but it was so obvious she was getting off like never before, any worry I had of injury disappeared by the third or fourth bob of her head. There was a glazed look in her eye that she took on as the first minute or two passed, a look that I could only describe as triumph. She seemed like someone who was genuinely starved, and getting her first "meal" in years.

Dick was reeling. From the look of sheer ecstacy on his face, he had never had anyone who could do him this way, and he knew he was the Cock King, with this guy's girlfriend ignoring her boyfriend and succumbing to this all-powerful dick just moments after it was revealed-- and pumping her throat down onto it right there in front of her boyfriend, caring about nothing but Dick's awesome, commanding, demanding, deserving cock.

After about five minutes of this, she did something that just about made me cum, and I'm sure from how he was fighting for control Dick felt the same way. For the first moment since she had begun pumping his giant cock so rhythmically and so persistently that I thought she was going to suffer a whiplash, she finally pulled her mouth off of him, reared back her head, inhaled a deep, loud breath with a sighing noise, her eyebrows raising and her mouth forming into a delighted, evil smile as her eyes gazed and fixated on the impressive cock as it flapped back onto Dick's belly, then her hands moved from her dripping, soaked pussy to the base of his raging dick, pulled it forward, she licked her lips again, looking mesmerized by it and glancing up at Dick's face only for a second, then back at the cock which she was now stroking with one hand and holding at the base with her other hand, and PLUNGED, I mean PLUNGED down onto it--all the way, totally, to the hilt.

This time, with his entire penis literally all the way down her throat, she held it there, not bouncing her head back upward, and, still holding it deep inside her she rolled over onto her side, pulling Dick with her about as much with her clamped-on mouth and throat hanging on for dear life as with her hands. She held it...and held it...for what seemed like almost two minutes. All three of us were dead silent during the first part of this time, and almost as motionless as we were silent.

"Oh, GOD," Dick exclaimed. "THANK YOU! THANK YOU!!!"

Her eyes had been closed tight for the last couple of minutes, but she opened them as she continued holding her lips firmly around the base of that enormous dick, her chin digging against his balls and pressing her nose into his abdomen, and looked up at him and winked. Suddenly, almost involuntarily, she pulled back about halfway up his cock and opened her mouth wide, barely enough room between his huge shaft and her gaping open mouth, saliva pouring down from her lower lip, to inhale and begin panting for oxygen, first through her mouth and then through her nose, now holding perfectly still with the top four or five inches of his cock in her mouth. As she recovered, her mouth closed around him again and began visibly feeling up the thickness of his shaft and the moaning (from both of them) started up again.

The difference became obvious between how she sucked Dick and how she had sucked me--she was more FEELING his cock with her lips, mouth, tongue and throat--she was RECEIVING pleasure and totally digging his body while he benefitted from it... where with me she was TOUCHING my cock with her oral apparatus, GIVING pleasure, half-heartedly, and not feeling much in return. Now both of her hands were on the base of his dick, grasping and feeling it up, and as one of her hands moved down around his heavy balls and began massaging them, the other moved up and down the thick meat, too big for her fingers and thumb to reach around to where they touched.

At this point, something happened I never would have thought possible: with both hands wrapped around Dick's demanding cock, while no longer touching herself or being touched, Alex CAME. Between the screams emitting from her throat and the sucking, smacking sounds as she gobbled, licked, kissed and worshipped Dick's cock, her hands moved back down to her pussy and she thrust several fingers from both hands into her now gaping, drenched hole.

That did it for me. I had been rock hard watching this but mostly hiding my cock from view, feeling completely outdone. Now I just decided, the hell with it, it's actually kind of exciting to compare and for her to prefer the big cock so much, so I started jacking, and came faster than I ever had before. I was so turned on I stayed hard, and kept jacking, cumming a second time soon after.

Dick, who could no longer stand it, screamed out and poured enough gizm into her face to replenish all the fluids she was losing, and again Alex the prude amazed me by swallowing at least half of his cum, but with what looked like quarts gushing out of the sides of her mouth, which refused to let go of his prize dick. When she finally let go, out came the gasping, raspy-throated words “Thank you...thank you” over and over, back to Dick. Long gooey gobs of cum and thick saliva strung between her grateful gasps and the tip of Dick's wide, long, enormous cockhead. She was shaking, her voice was shaking. She was in cocksucker heaven.

"God, oh god, you are STILL so big," she marveled, continuing to lick and suck him clean for at least five full minutes after his spent dick finally went about half soft.

Without asking me, Alex invited Dick to return home with us and for the next three weeks we had a bizarre relationship in which she virtually ignored my cock and made it clear she had no more interest in me, and couldn't get enough of his and had no compunction whatever about worshipping him right in front of me, almost as if I wasn't there, but I think both of them really got off on the fact that I was, and all the implications that went along with the situation.

There was only one bedroom, so we slept together, them in her bed and me in mine right next to hers, but now every morning instead of servicing me reluctantly, I woke up to the sounds of her sucking Dick passionately and gratefully next to me, and I jacked off while I watched the "live porn show."

No longer did she limit her sexual activities to once a day, ten minutes in the morning. The morning session alone now lasted about 45 minutes to an hour, as she mastered the art of teasing Dick's cock to keep him from cumming too soon, so she could luxuriate in his awesome genital splendor, sucking, backing off, admiring, squeezing, licking, kissing, almost making him shoot, whapping it against his belly playfully... it went on and on, with Alex hypnotized by the monstrous phallus.

We were on summer break and Dick had just been laid off from his job so had noplace to go, so the three of us then took our morning exercise, with Alex showing off her catch by taking Dick by the hand at the pool, which always breathed just enough stimulus into his flaccid junk to where Dick's enormous bulge was the object of every woman's eye there, some of them stopping in mid-lane to stand and stare unabashedly--a fact which Alex bragged about frequently while she was back at our place, sucking, backing off periodically to catch her breath and admire the beauty and awe of Dick's monster cock between her marathon face-fucks on his pampered penis.

Back home, by mid-afternoon Dick's dick was able to entice her into what I had always wished for but never could get--spontaneous, lust filled sexual attention from Alex, who, as soon as she sensed he had recovered from the morning and had a full load restored to his balls, would proceed to empty them again with her throat. Alex was on Dick's cock morning, afternoon and night... and though we both lost her to an even bigger hung stud a few weeks later, who she moved in with, those were the hottest three weeks of my life.

Chapter One

My name is Billy and I'm eighteen years old. I live on my uncle's place near Burnt Wood, Oregon, only Tom isn't really my uncle, because I was a foster kid. I ended up at Toms' when the last family I was with, decided to move to Eugene. Tom was our closest neighbor and the only person who seemed to take any interest in me. My foster family only seemed interested in church. They dragged me to church so much that I got sick of it. And they never let me go anywhere or make any friends. Only Uncle Tom seemed to care. I'd go over as often as I could.

"I don't have much to offer," he'd said a month before I was supposed to move. "But I know you like the country and want to stay in your school."

We were sitting with our boots propped-up on the pine log railing of his front porch. It was the most peaceful property on the whole road. My heart beat loud over his generous, unexpected invitation. I couldn't seem to find any words.

Tom is a VERY big man, who doesn't talk unless he has something to say. He sipped his coffee while looking at a woodpecker hopping up a dead fur.

"So?--you interested in staying at Uncle Tom's Cabin?", he joked a bit in his quiet way.

"S-sure!" I felt so damn excited.

And ever since that day, I've called him Uncle Tom. That was a year ago.

I'm telling you all this because I want to tell my story--and like say, Tom doesn't talk much, while I'm kind of wordy, I guess--and there's lots going on right now. I mean, like I said before, Tom is a very big man--all muscle, and nearly six-foot-two. He reminds me of Hercules or something. He's also handsome as hell, with black hair and a rough jaw. I'm pretty nicely built for my age. I'm five-foot-eight and I only shave about once a week because it doesn't seem to grow in very fast. My hair is brown, but lighter in the summertime.

When I told you how my heart pounded to hear Tom invite me to stay with him?--well, it's because he always makes my heart beat fast when he's near me. It's like I can feel him--feel the heat through his flannel shirt. His wanting me to move in made me feel proud and special.

But because he's so quiet, his body sort of ends up speaking for him in a kind of funny way. You know what I mean? Like, it sort of says things to me which get me all excited inside. Whenever we're having a beer on the porch--like after a week of cutting firewood--I have a hard time staying calm. Before I know it, I'm noticing Tom's chest hair curling from his opened shirt, or watching his biceps roll when he lifts a beer bottle. It's crazy. I don't want to look--but like I said--it's like his body is talking to me or something.

Worst of all I guess, is how my dong seems to have a mind of its own. I have a big dick. I know I do because the guys at school always look right at it after gym class. And when I look at theirs, I wonder why mine hangs down so low and theirs don't.

When I'm washing dishes with Tom, or sitting on the porch, my dork just starts swelling. The next thing I know, it's all the way hard. And no matter how loose my overalls are, my crotch just pokes out like a tent.

So a couple of weeks ago, as we're having a second beer on the porch, I caught Tom looking over at my telltale fly. I thought I'd die, because even though I sure know when I'm throwing a rod, I'd come to thinking that Uncle Tom either didn't--or didn't seem to care.

His own crotch always seems way packed. Like his muscles, it just bulges. Every time I look over at it, his zipper is all mounded--like it can't seem to hold his dick and balls inside. That sight only makes my dick swell up more.

"You know, Billy," Tom said after eyeing my jeans, "you can talk to me about anything."

I swallowed my Miller and tried crossing my legs. It only made it worse. "Um, sure," I said, my mind racing, my heart beating. "I know that."

"I mean, here it is Friday night, and you're stuck splitting another six pack with your Uncle Tom." His voice is very deep and thoughtful. Whenever he speaks, it's always out at the trees, even though he's talking to me. I kind of like that, but it doesn't work when I do it, too. I always end up looking at his face.

"Don't you ever feel like taking the pickup into town? --maybe meet a few girls?", he asked after hearing nothing back.

I didn't know what to say then. He and I had never talked about chicks before. I looked over at his unshaven face. "Well," I asked, "do you feel stuck here with me?"

I watched him scratch his chin and smile a little out at the woods. He took a long swig of beer. "Thirty-two isn't eighteen, Billy. At your age I'd at least learned what I needed to about girls. Aren't you even interested?"

I didn't know what to say, or even what to think. Hell, I'd spent all my free time singing hymns. I didn't know squat about dating or things like that. I looked at him, then down at his pants. Tom wasn't excited down there the way I still was, but he still looked big in the crotch. It didn't take much to imagine a bunch of girls crowding around him in a bar, or at a dance. And then my cock stiffened even more when I imagined him flirting.

"I don't really dig girls," I heard myself say. "I know I should, but I don't." I shrugged a little.

Beer number two always gets me feeling light in the head and saying anything that springs to mind.

Uncle Tom tilted his chair back more. We listened to a bunch of crows arguing up in the cedars. I tried to use my mind to calm my pounding heart and relax my nonstop boner, but it wasn't working.

"They don't do much for me either," Tom said. He ran his hand through his black wavy hair. He watched the crows yelling as they flew off. "So, I guess neither one of us feels stuck here on the old porch."

"I can't wait for Fridays," I said, watching him down beer number two. "It feels great to relax with you after cutting wood all day."

"You ready for another?", he asked after a while.

I nodded, getting up to go bring out two more. My eyes drifted over the stretched-out length of his physique--at how snug his waist was, and how huge his shoulders were.

When I came back, I thought I'd done a pretty good job of shifting my dick to one side, but my crotch came right in line with his face as I handed him his beer.

"Don't be embarrassed by this," he said slowly after I'd put my feet back up on the railing, "--but are you always that horny, Billy?"

My mind really spun its wheels at that question, because to tell you the truth, I didn't really know what the word 'horny' meant. I mean, I'd heard guys in school joke about it--but I didn't dare ask them what it was. I only knew it was something about sex.

I felt my neck begin to burn. "I don't know what 'horny' even is, Uncle Tom."

I saw him pause as he put his beer to his lips. Then he nodded a bit. I waited, hoping he wouldn't laugh or anything. We looked out at the woods. The sun was very bright, making the porch feel dark and cool.

"It's that feeling guys get when their dick won't stay down," he finally explained out at the trees. "When you're feeling horny, your wang goes up like the horns on a bull."

I felt my cock swell up even more at hearing Tom speak about 'dicks' and 'wangs'. Then my whole face turned red, because I know what I look like when I'm blushing.

"Every guy on the planet gets horny, Billy," he added, looking at his beer closely. "I'm that way right now myself."

I felt my heart really start pounding then, and knew my face probably looked all pink. I didn't dare check out Tom's crotch, but mine really began throbbing. "Y-you are?", I asked.

Beer number three always seems to go right to my dick. It's like my mind shuts down and my cock takes over.

"Just seeing yours all turned-on like that makes mine get going, too," Tom smiled slightly. "It's kind of like when someone yawns—you can't help yawning with 'em," he explained.

A third beer also loosens up my mouth. I can't seem to think before I speak.

I looked over at his bunched-up jeans--then at Tom's shirt-stretching biceps.

"I always get this way when you’re around," I heard myself tell him. "I know it's stupid, but I can't help it," I whispered. "It just gets all tingly and shit."

Tom didn't let me feel embarrassed for long. "You make me that way, too," he said matter-of-factly. "I guess that's why we're talking about it." He paused to take a new swig. "There's no sense hiding what we can't hide anyway."

"Wow," I breathed, looking out at the trees. Suddenly I was glad we lived so far from the road. We could talk about anything without anyone else to bother us. I swallowed almost a whole third of my beer.

"Are you upset, Billy", he asked quietly after a while.

My heart thudded in my chest, yet my brain seemed real light—like a big weight was lifting off me.

"God, no," I said quickly. "I just thought--I dunno--just thought I was a freak or something."

Tom sat relaxed; his big legs propped up on the railing. His calmness calmed me down, too. And then I smiled, because he'd said I make him horny the same way he makes me horny. It seemed hard to believe, but I accepted it as the biggest compliment I'd ever gotten.

And when I finally looked over, he was unbuttoning his flannel shirt! Tom never unbuttoned or unzipped anything. The most I'd ever seen in a whole year was him with a towel around his waist--and then only as he went from the bathroom into his bedroom.

"You feel like another brew?", he stood up and then spread his shirt wide open and took it right off. He let it drop onto the porch.

"Sure," I said. I tried like the devil not to stare, but God! His chest is so pumped, his nipples actually spear straight through all that black hair.

He smiled some at my open mouth. "I know we never go beyond three," he said, running his fingers through his pec carpet.

"I kind of feel like getting hammered tonight," I admitted, disbelieving the size of his bicep when it rolled and swelled into a mound.

He laughed a bit, making his abs stand out in ridges. His abs have almost no hair at all on them. All that black hair covers his hunky pecs, then the rest of him is smooth.

"We've never gotten hammered together, Billy," Tom said. "I hope you're not a mean drunk."

I heard the screen door open and Tom's boots on the floor. I didn't know what 'mean drunk' meant, either, and then figured it out. At the same time, I found myself unbuttoning my own shirt and taking it off.

Because Tom was always so modest, I, too, never went around shirtless. We each kept the bathroom door closed. We'd kept our bedrooms doors shut, too.

The air felt sexy on my muscles--the back of the chair cool against my bare skin. I looked at the wide circles of my pink nipples.

The more my chest develops, the wider my nipples get. They sit smack in the middle of each pec, not a whisp of hair anywhere. My nipples are so pointy, they look like someone could just pinch them off.

I heard Tom's boots as he came towards the door. I flexed my right bicep, watching it rise into power. I'll never have Tom's arms, but mine are real big.

And then I was looking right at Tom's crotch as he handed-down my beer. I swear I could feel its heat on my face, it was so full. A manly trail of black hair travelled down his muscular stomach, fanning out as it reached the top of his jeans.

Tom said nothing about how we'd stripped off our shirts. But when we clinked bottles together, his green eyes stared at my pointy nipples.

Then he propped his feet back up on the railing.

"Can I ask you something?", I said after a while.

"Ask away."

I gave up trying to find the right words. The beer wasn't letting me. "Do you--you know--masturbate much?", I asked, instantly feeling blood rush up my neck. I waited to hear a laugh, but it never came.

Instead, Tom just quietly lifted his bottle to his lips. "All guys do," he answered, looking at the woods. There were a pair of Stellar Jays flashing blue and black through the pines.

"To me it's a real private thing," I said, feeling okay about saying more. "I only found out how one time in the shower. It really scared me at first."

Tom nodded. "It is private, I guess," he agreed. "It's pretty personal."

We watched the female jay boldly land a few yards from the porch. Only then did the male join her.

"But it's sex," Tom said. "And sex without love is pretty lonely sometimes."

His words seemed to hit me--echoing in my head. I'd never once thought of it being lonely because I'd never really thought of trying to masturbate with anyone. I glanced over at his big hairy chest--at his big biceps.

And then it really hit me, that no matter what happened now, it would always be lonely by myself--now that I knew we were both horny for each other. I saw, too, that even when Tom had left the porch for a few minutes, I felt sort of empty.

Taking his shirt off was like a gift to me or something. When I saw him checking out my muscles, that was like a gift, too. It made me feel like a man. it made me hope we'd always keep our shirts off.

"You ever try doing it with someone else?", I managed to ask him, trying to sound normal--trying not to look his way.

His silence this time made my heart pound so loudly, I could hear it in my ears.

"We could if you want to," I heard him say back. “I'm sure no expert, though." He took a swig of beer. "I'm about as shy as you are, truth be told."

We sat silent for a while.

"Do I really make you--um--make you feel horny?”, I asked, looking at his big chest and arms. I couldn't believe a guy like Tom would be as shy as me about sex! Wow. It made me feel kinda bold all of a sudden.

He didn't look at me staring at his huge hairy tits. He just crossed his ankles on top of the railing. It mounded-up his jeans.

I looked out at the woods, the way he did.

"Yeah, you do," he said. "I never looked that good when I was eighteen," he said. "I don't know how you put on all that muscle."

Uncle Tom still looked out at the trees, as if he wasn't really checking me out, but I knew he was.

"I want to take off my jeans," I heard myself say. "Is that okay?"

In reply Tom just reached down and undid his belt buckle. Then I heard a rasp as he pulled down his zipper.

We both struggled to stay seated while shoving our jeans over our thighs--and when our bare feet connected with the railing, we were wearing only white Calvins. My cock was so hard it nearly ripped a hole through the pouch. I wanted to adjust it but felt too self-conscious.

Only then did I glance his way. The hair on his huge thighs was so dark, and his skin so tanned, the mound of his pouch looked whiter than ever, trying like hell to hold all he had inside it. I could see the shape of his giant cockhead pressing out the cotton.

"You've got a big cock," Tom said, swigging his beer.

"God--so's YOURS," I answered, glad he was looking at me the way I was at him.

"Mine feels like a fencepost seeing yours," he said, not actually looking at me.

I reached down then to try and shift mine. All the nerves up my shaft sent little shocks through me. I pushed it to make it lie sideways, which nearly poked it out the side.

My balls swelled up. "Mine almost hurts it's so horny," I said.

"Maybe we should just take these off, too," Tom said, not making a move to do so.

"It's good we're so far from the road," I laughed, my voice all breathy. I couldn't believe Uncle Tom was willing to be naked with me—right there on the front porch!

I had a fancy gift as a surprise for my girlfriend as we ate dinner at our favorite restuarant. The newest iPhones were available so I though it would be a good idea to surprise my girlfriend Stephanie with a new phone. Her phone was several generations behind and I had heard her complain about slowness and lack of space for photos more than a few times.

This had set me back quite a few, the newer models were over $600, but I had been dating Steph for going on 4 months now. We hadn't been very sexual yet, nothing under the clothes, and I needed to show her I was serious boyfriend material. I knew it was a bit sexist to think that expensive gifts would make Steph more likely to sleep with me, but I also believed it couldn't hurt.

Me and Steph were both in our young twenties. I was a 25 year old account manager at a local credit union. Steph was 24, in her third year of law school. She was a great student and spent all her free time studying.

We had met through an online dating website, so she had been very slow to open up sexually to me. It wasn't until the third date that she even let me kiss her. Steph was a stunning beauty but also one of those shy, quiet girls that doesn't seem to know how hot she is. She was tall and slender, and wore glasses. A fact that may have contributed to her low self esteem growing up was a small freckle just above her upper left lip. When she was little, kids had teased her for it, and she compensating by trying to hide her smile from people. Know that she was older and her body had filled out, it gave her a sexy accent to her stunning face.

She may have been a bit awkward and self conscious as a child, but she had blossomed into a solid 10/10 as she grew up. Her narrow waist seemed almost impossible compared with her firm ass, and impressively large breasts for her tiny frame. I was especially fond her long slender legs. They were so sexy and I found myself fantasizing of parting with my hands almost daily.

Her slender, shy looking face was framed beautifully by her brown hair, and she had dark blue eyes. She was so focused, I often caught my self staring at her in awe of her beauty when she was enthralled in a text book or legal briefing.

We were at dinner when I offered her gift, the newest apple phone. The dim lit restaurant was our favorite spot, we had been here many times. But this was her birthday weekend and I had wanted my gift to be a good one.

Steph lit up when I showed her the fresh box still wrapped in platic and packaged to look elegant and modern. Then, thinking she wondered if it would work out so well.

"But what about all my old notes? and Photos?" She asked.

'I'm pretty sure we can transfer them over to the new phone." I told her. "I can help" I offered.

"Maybe we should do it at the store to be safe" she said.

I agreed even though I didn't particularly like going to that store. All of the Apple stores I had been to had a kind of chaotic atmosphere. The staff were usually quite helpful but I found it all to be a bit pretentious.

I was a bit annoyed that my gift hadn't gone over as well as I had hoped, but at least she had seen how serious I was. After we ended the date, we made out a bit in my car.

"Maybe not tonight Jay, you know I want to go really slow right?" She asked me, hand nearing her left breast.

"Oh.. yeah I know... I just want you to feel.. comfortable" I said, somewhat awkwardly as I retreated my hands from her body.

"I really like my phone!" she said with a smile.

"Let's go to the mall tomorrow to get everything transferred" she said, kissing me softly on the mouth before leaving the car.


We went to the Apple store the following weekend and I immediately sought out and employee to complete our purchase. Most of them were occupied, the store was very busy, until a young, teenage looking guy came over to assist us. His name tag said Josh.

"A new 128 GB iPhone 7 and a data transfer, no problem!" Chris explained cheerily to me and Steph.

"If you like, I can take care of that for you in the back, I will be right back once I have it transfered. "

A handsome bodybuilder with a gigantic cock approached me on X and asked me to write a good Vore story. As a graying older man, I had no clue what ‘Vore’ was. He explained it to me. I thought, “Aha, that is not something Peter Schutes would write.” But it is something that his protégé, Adam Maxwell Bigglesworth, would write. So I put on my Bigglesworth persona and wrote this modern fairy tale.

Nick’s Hungry Dick
By Adam Maxwell Bigglesworth

Nick was too big to hide it, so he didn’t try. He had a monster cock, way too big for a quickie. Women didn’t interest him much. He liked boys, men, dudes, anything with a dick. He spent a lot of time in the gym showers showing off and watching the other men subtly bow in deference to his mighty cock. He’d never seen a bigger dick than his. He didn’t want to. He got off on his superiority.
Sex was problematic for Nick. He went to the baths and watched the men sucking and fucking. It got him hard. But even the greediest cock pig balked at Nick’s enormous meat. He got plenty of worshippers but no actual sex. The greedy boys would hold his cock in their arms, licking the tip, but none dared put more than the head in their mouth. And nobody could take him in the ass, or at least he had never found anyone willing to try. He got a lot of ‘no-thank-yous’ and a few ‘let-me-tries,’ but he never succeeded in fucking a man. He got the tip in once or twice, but that was it. His massive cockhead was big around as a beer can, but the shaft was even thicker, like a stack of large tomato cans. It was magnificent, powerful, and frustrating. He had so much pent-up sexual energy and nowhere to release it except between his two hands.
One midsummer day, to take his mind off of sex, he took his dick for a walk in an extensive nature preserve outside of town. The colossal cock bounced hard against his knee. He had to wear loose-fitting pants. If he wore something tight enough to hold his limp cock against his leg, it might split the seams when he got hard. The more his cock head banged against his knee, the more turned-on he got. The harder he got, the less his cock moved, and he would lose his hard-on until his cock started to swing. In a virtuous cycle of arousal, his cock swelled and shrank throughout his hikes.
The humidity and heat made him sweat. He was on a trail through a meadow, so the sun was unrelenting. Just as he wished for some shade, a path sprouted off, heading towards a copse of trees. He’d never noticed the trail before, so his curiosity won, and he took it. Soon, he was out of the blazing heat in a cool forest glade. A sparkling stream ran alongside the path. Nick stooped to cool his face, enjoying the water’s earthy scent. When he stood, he was startled by a rustling in the grass, followed by a high-pitched giggle.
“Who’s there?”
Only a tiny giggle drifted by on the breeze. Nick headed toward the giggle and saw a figure the size of a raccoon running through the tall grass.
“Wait!” He cried out.
The figure paused. Another tiny giggle erupted from the grass. Nick narrowed his eyes, trying to make out the shape in the dappled shade.
A white-haired little man, perhaps no more than a foot high, waved back at him.
Nick knelt down and held out a hand. “Hey, little guy, what are you doing here?”
The man smiled, revealing razor-sharp teeth. He gestured for Nick to follow, and so he did.
The little man led him deeper into the forest until all sunlight was gone. The earth was damp. Mushrooms grew from the rich soil at the foot of the trees. The little man stopped in front of a massive tree. The trunk was at least ten feet in diameter. It didn’t look like a native tree. Nick had never seen anything like it. The wee man picked a pink mushroom from the tree's base and held it out to Nick.
“Eat.” The tiny voice sounded like a squeaky door hinge.
“Are you sure? Is it safe?”
“Eat.” The little man insisted, shaking the mushroom until Nick took it. He looked at the delicate fungus, wondering if he should eat it. When he lifted it to smell for any poison, the tiny man flew up and forced it into Nick’s mouth.
Nick coughed, but it was too late. The mushroom was already in his esophagus. He had to swallow. The strange little man hung from Nick’s shirt collar, giggling.
“What the fuck was that?”
“Eat.”
“What did I eat?”
“Good.” The man was not exactly a poet. His one-word answers offered Nick little reassurance.
The man nibbled at Nick’s earlobe, which felt nice. He sat on a stump, letting the little creature move to his neck, then to the little patch of fur at the base of his neck.
“More.” The little man unbuttoned Nick’s shirt, revealing his huge chest. Standing on tiptoes in Nick’s lap, the little man nursed at a nipple, sending waves of pleasure straight to Nick’s mighty cock. Nick stared up at the dark canopy of trees above. They sparkled. The edges grew fuzzy, then turned into a cloud of pink smoke. He barely noticed the little man fumbling with his belt buckle and lowering his loose pants to his ankles.
The forest spun. Nick’s cock sprang straight up as it escaped the confines of the pant leg. The little man cooed with delight. Nick’s vision went hazy, like a cross between a blur and a trail of light. He saw the little man climb his cock like a flagpole and tip, head first, into his piss slit, then crawl down towards his balls. It should have hurt, but it felt great. That was the last thing he remembered.
(Continued)