This morning I was enjoying my usual first of the day bits of sexual activity, shagging my ass with my wall-mounted dildo while also enjoying the shower and slowly stroking my erection with soapy hands. Ah, the bliss, the fun, the feelings.
Then the doorbell went.
Quickly grabbing a towel I wrapped it around my waist and hurried to the door. I opened the door and it was a cute delivery guy who gave me the once over reminding me that I was tenting. I'd seen this guy at the gym and while he wasn't full of muscle he did have a nice cut dick I'd admired in the open showers. He handed me the package and with a glance down said he hoped he wasn't interrupting anything. Just a wank I said, wanna watch?
I flicked the towel open and gave him a flash of my firm throbbing erection
He pushed in through the door, go on then he muttered, go on. So I did, I stood in front of him and wanked, flailed my nob about, spat on it, frothed the pre cum and slowly rose to a crescendo – noting he was cock stroking with his hand in his pocket. My load erupted, spat out fast but I managed to catch it in the palm of my hand. He smiled, but his eyes were a bit glazed. You now I said, your turn. As he unzipped I slurped the spunk from my hand and licked it clean, He dropped his trousers to his knees, pulled down his boxers and his cock flew up – already with a wet end. Nice I said, handsome beast. Slowly he began stroking, his hand sliding gently up and down his cock shaft. I reached out and took it in my hand, pulled him close, let me help. He leaned back, thrust his hips out and let me toss him. I cupped his balls, ran my fingers through his fine bush and felt him really hard in my hand. Dammed if my beast didn't rise again so there I was wanking myself with one hand and tossing him off with the other but really wanting to suck his cock and lick his balls and then he moaned and said its cumming. I managed to get his load over my cock and bush, squeezed him out as I continued to wank feverishly till, my second load spat out, actually more of a long dribble which I managed to direct into my hand before wiping it over my cum laden genitals.
Thanks he said, didn't expect to deliver that. Nor I, as I slipped to my knees and sucked his fading drooping cock between my lips. Tasted good, but he didn't rise so I got up. Next time maybe I'd do that for you – all the way. Really he said, all the way, Yup I said, all the way as far as you want to go.
Now zipped up he made for the door. Pointing at my now flaccid member he chuckled, grasped my cock - still need to have a towel when I open the door.
With that the door opened and he was gone, not before he turned, smiled and said thanks, I'd love to cum again.

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The locker room door slowly creaked shut, as a tall figure stepped into the room. An undersized varsity jacket hugged his strong physique, Alex walked into the room and tossed his gym bag to the floor. The cold florescent lights barely reached his pale face, a smirk plastered over his lips. He glanced in a nearby mirror to fix his hair. Damn, he knew he looked good today. Crossing over to his locker, he glanced to the only other guy in the room; most likely another student; young, lean, and dripping wet in a pink bathing suit. The swimmer locked eyes with Alex, not breaking away. Alex’s smirk returned, happy he wasn’t the only one to notice how good he looked today.


He grabbed his locker and fiddled with the combination, humming along to the song playing in his Airpods. He felt a stare on his back as he swung his locker open. Glancing over his shoulder, his eyes met once again with the swimmer; both men sharply turning away right afterwards.
Alex quite enjoyed the attention. He didn’t care if it was coming from a girl, a guy, whatever. A compliment was a compliment. And he was choosing to receive the attention as that. He hung up his leather jacket and stretched his arms back, flexing his chest outwards. His white t-shirt was transclucent with sweat from the morning’s earlier practice. He took it off slowly, grappling as it clung to his body. The shirt lifted just above his belt, and he let it stay there for a bit; playing up how stuck it really was.
Once the shirt was over his head, he looked at the swimmer once more. This time, his back was turned, had thrown on a towel, and was walking towards the showers. Ouch.
Alex wasn’t planning on showering at the school that day; he usually did that at home. But he always traveled with a backup hotel shampoo bottle and a towel just in case. And today, was feeling like a just in case type of day.

Alex stepped into the open showers, towel around his waist, shampoo bottle in hand. The showers were all spaced evenly along the back wall, the view was completely open with the exception of the frequent dividers separating the showers from the lockers. He made sure to fluff up a little before he put his towel on. As he looked down, he could see his impressive bulge pressed up against the tightly wrapped towel. He crossed over to the back and stopped at a shower only a few sets away from the swimmer. Alex noticed he was showering in that pale pink bathing suit, although it made the guys skin look twice as tan.
Alex pushed the shower button, water spraying onto the floor beside him. The swimmer turned quickly to look behind him, their eyes meeting once again. Without missing a beat, Alex looked down to his towel, and loosened the knot around his waist. The towel draped towards the floor, slowly sliding off his legs, revealing his thick flaccid cock. He smirked again as he hung his towel on a nearby hook, and stepped into the shower. He looked back up at the swimmer caught his eyes lingering on his package.

Alex slapped it around a little, putting his hair directly under the stream. He felt the water trail around his body, exploring him inch by inch. In the same way that, perhaps, someone nearby might want to. He lathered the cheap shampoo over his body, wiping suds off his pecs. He watched them ripple down his abs and gather on his freshly trimmed pubes. He brushed the white foam off his cock and felt it grow every time he grazed it. He wasn’t quite hard yet, but he was certainly inches longer than his already impressive flaccid size.
Looking up, Alex caught the swimmer taking off his bathing suit too. It splashed on the floor in a heap. The swimmer bent down towards Alex, his head only feet away from his exposed dick, as he went to pick up his trunks. Alex wasn’t sure if he was down there for a second, or thirty; but he eventually rose back up, standing tall, adorning a ten-inch-long unit, raising halfway towards the ceiling. There was a cocky smile on his face as he played with his dick under the stream. The swimmers bright blue eyes locked in place with Alex’s, but this time, they held for a while.

I'm kind of new here to these forums and find they're amazing. I also noticed this section where you can post stories, and I have one to share that I haven't been able to really tell anyone -- and genuinely have an audience that will listen. This story is 100% true. I'm re-typing it from memory over a few weeks, almost a decade later. That means I may have gotten a few minor details wrong, but the overall story is 95% solid. I'm also not a fiction or erotica writer or storyteller, so my apologies if it doesn't flow like many of the other posts here. The names and other identifying stuff have been changed obviously.

Finally, there is an actual point to writing this story. It's to challenge your assumptions about everything in life constantly. People aren't always what they seem, and opposites can attract. Fate is also a factor in everything. That said, this should be about ten parts or so, but maybe fewer. I don't know it really depends on how much I get in the mood to write over the next couple of weeks.

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Part 1: Sidewalk Meeting

Back in 2011, I was walking down the street with a friend in New York City in Chelsea, right near Gym Bar on 8th and 18th. On a typical mid-summer Friday or Saturday night (can't remember). The plan was to meet up with a few friends, but as I crossed the street, I saw this random unknown dude [Mark] walking with an old friend of mine [Sean] from our old football days.

As I approached them both, I couldn't help but notice Mark. Mark was rough-looking. He was handsome as hell but also had this presence like someone you don't fuck with. He was wearing gym shorts and had on a perfectly white sleeveless tank and dark skin. Puerto Rican was my assumption, or maybe hardcore Italian with some Latin mixed in somewhere. Perfect fade haircut. Very defensive demeanor and posture. Sleeve tattoos on one of his arms with biceps and shoulders like boulders without an ounce of fat. He stood about 5'9" and was built like a brick shithouse. I had him pegged for about 25-27 years old.

I hadn't seen Sean in a while. Like years. So it was a shock to see him walking down the street. Sean is gay, but he was with Mark, so I gave him a bro hug instead of the typical gay greeting, right? I didn't want to get my ass beat by this random unknown dude who looked like he could fuck everyone's shit up in a second. So the first question was to Sean, the typical "So good to see you man. What are you doing tonight?" That was quickly followed by -- and I don't know where I got the courage to ask -- a very forward "Who's your friend??"

Mark stepped forward, put out his hand, and barked at me in the absolute hottest, thickest Brooklyn/Staten Island accent you've ever heard: "I'm Mark," followed by that straight dude quarter head nod upwards in acknowledgment he just spoke to you. You know it if you've seen it.

I shook his hand, and he gripped my hand so hard I thought he had broken something. Looking back at the moment now, it was a little painful. That grip was incredible.

Two things are running through my head: First, this is one of the hottest guys I have ever seen in my life. Second, he's straight, so that sucks. The really hot ones are always fucking straight. Ugh.

I turn back to Sean and ask again what he's doing tonight? "We're running up the block to grab some food," followed by me saying, "Cool, I'm heading into Gym Bar to meet a few friends and get drunk, so come by after if you aren't doing anything."

Without missing a beat, Mark looks at Sean and says, "What's Gym Bar?"

(If you don't know Gym Bar, just Google 'gym bar nyc' it is basically a gay sports bar that's pretty cool in the heart of Manhattan)

All I could think is you poor hot dumb straight guy. Go home and bang your girlfriend, who in my mind is legit smoking hot because there's no way a dude like Mark doesn't bang some chick like that every night.

We part ways. Sean and Mark walk south, and my friend and I head into Gym Bar and meet our friends.

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Up Next: Part 2 - Mark Stalks Me

During my college days, I had a roommate, Scott, who was straight. He was always with his girlfriend at our apartment and they seemed to be the type of couple who met at college and would marry after graduation.

They broke up and my friend Scott was devastated. I had always had the hots for him and I tried to comfort him. He asked me if I would give him a massage, and I gladly jumped at the opportunity. I kept hinting that I wanted to have sex with him, but he would always tell me he wasn't gay, but didn't care that I was. He did say though that if he ever had a girlfriend who wanted to be with 2 guys, that I would be the second guy he would want with them. Hmm.

I must have given him 30 massages for the rest of that year. He would always lay on his stomach, and I would sit on his ass and massage his back and shoulders. On one occasion, he was only wearing a jockstrap when I massaged him. He was very sleepy and I actually jerked off sitting on his butt and shot a huge load. He had no idea. These massages were driving me nuts.

We were once all playing a game of ultimate frisbee in the rain and mud and Scott's shorts ripped, almost totally off. He took them off and finished our game in his tight white wet underwear, his beautiful cock outline showing through the wet material. I could barely contain myself.

Graduation day arrived and Scott headed off to army basic training. I stayed in my college town to work that summer. I was working 2 jobs, one of them at a Burger King. One day in late June, I looked up from behind the broiler and Scott had come in to see if I was there. He asked if I wanted to go out drinking. I told my boss I had to leave and we took off to the bars. We hit most of our usual drinking spots and went back to my apartment, very blasted. I was about to hit the bed and Scott said to me, "Dave I really want you to fuck me."

Oh my gosh, I could not believe it. We headed to the bedroom and he lay on his back. I slid my cock into his ass. His rock hard 7 inches was so hard. I worked it with my hands and then leaned down to suck him as I slid in and out of his ass. "Oh yeah, that's it, suck me while you fuck my ass." I shot a huge load in his ass and after he came on his stomach, he was still hard. I knew this about him already from all of our talks during the massages. He stayed hard as a rock after cumming.

The next morning, Scott left to go back to the army barracks. I have since spoken with him, but he never mentions that special night we had together. I will never forget it. He chooses to "not tell" which is fine with me.

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Teenage fantasy fulfilled

The story is posted in my blog at the above link.

If anyone wants to share their summer camp experiences, any good stories while sharing a cabin, shower time? Or seeing naked counselors?

It's been ten years since then and I still think about it. I hope everyone else enjoys

Normally I don't meet guys in normal bars, but this one guy approached me and opened up with "excuse me ma'am" which I thought was odd. I was wearing a hat, full jacket, everything, but I guess is he saw my ass and made a quick judgment. He was pretty embarassed when I turned around and was distinctly not a woman, but I had dropped my phone and he just wanted to give it back to me. Totally fair. He was tall and pretty cute and I thanked him. About thirty minutes later he approached me again after we had both had a couple of drinks. I honestly don't remember much about the convo, but we exchanged numbers to hang out and I didn't really think anything of it. We texted a couple of times back and forth, and again, nothing. Never thought I'd hear from the guy again.

He texted me like six or seven months later saying he had an extra ticket to a Paramore concert cuz another person bailed. We end up hitting it off there, have a nice long convo on the drive there and back too. He "subtly" mentioned how he had a fat cock and I'm pretty sure he's trying to get with me, but whatever. We go our separate ways again, but I kept thinking about how cute he looked. Sharp jaw, nice hair, a little bulky too. Probably a week later I'm kind of drunk and I text him and ask him how big he is. He doesn't respond for like another week. Feel like I blew it that whole time. He asked me if I wanted to see and if he could pick me up. I agree.

There was a nice quiet spot like, fifteen minutes from my apartment, secluded and like tucked away behind a building with no windows. Real close to a main road, but far enough away that no one would see. He pulls down his pants and his briefs and I honestly don't remember seeing it. It was just in my mouth soft. I distinctly remember it being about the size of a redbull can even flaccid. When he was hard, I honestly had trouble sucking him. My mouth is pretty small and he was probably thicker than a beer bottle, maybe a little thicker than that. My hand did most of the work, and eventually he came in my mouth. It wasn't a lot, but I swallowed it. He drove me home in a sort of awkward silence and we didn't talk again for a while.

Three months later, this is what really got me. He texted me with a picture of his dick and told me his wife wasn't home. Until now, I had zero fucking idea this guy was married. I wasn't sure about it and I didn't respond for a while, thinking about it the whole time. But his dick was really big so I agreed. Got cleaned up, dropped by myself, and within about fifteen minutes I had my chest and neck on a pillow and my ass in the air. Probably spent five minutes lubing me and himself up.

I swear to god this man fucked me like it was his honeymoon. Headboard slamming against the wall and the squeaking of his mattress is kind of hammered in my ears at this point. He came in like thirty seconds after we got going. I remember him panting and shuddering in my ear before pulling off. We didn't cuddle or kiss or anything. He was just like, a completely different person after that. Shooed me out pretty quick, but was thankful if embarassed. Never heard from him again. Never came. But I still think about him and his huge cock.

“Knock knock!”

Rich looked up from his desk to see his newest employee standing outside his open office door with a smile on his face and a manila folder in his hand. “Hey Brian! What’s up?”

“I just finished that sales report you asked for,” he said, waving the folder. “You said you needed it a.s.a.p. so I thought I’d bring it by and have you look it over.”

“Great! Come on in.” Brian walked over to the desk and handed Rich the thick folder.

“Since this is the first big report I’ve done for you, I wanted make sure everything looked okay,” he explained. “If there’s anything you want me to change or do differently, just let me know.”

“Well, let’s take a look here,” Rich said. “I honestly didn’t expect you to have this completed until the end of the week. Thanks for getting it done so quickly.” Brian stood in front of Rich’s desk as he began slowly scanning through the pages. “I really like the way you’ve done these charts here. Very clean, easy to read.”

“Thanks,” he replied. As his boss focused his attention on the pages of the report, Brian tried to discreetly adjust himself in his slacks. His big dick always seemed to be twisting itself into awkward and uncomfortable positions, sometimes bordering on the obscene.

“Having some adjustment issues there, Brian?” Rich asked without taking his eyes off the report.

“Uh, yeah,” he responded, feeling his face turn red. So much for being discreet. “Sorry. When you’re as big as I am, there always seem to be adjustment issues.” As soon as the words had escaped his lips, Brian regretted them. He knew they sounded braggadocious, but he didn’t mean it that way. He was just stating the facts. Fortunately, Rich just chuckled.

“Yeah, I know what you mean,” he said.

Wait a second, thought Brian. Did his boss just out himself as being hung large too? Not that it really came as any big surprise . . . no pun intended. He had noticed Rich’s conspicuously bulging crotch the very first time they had met for his job interview. In fact, he had noticed it every single day since starting work there a couple of weeks ago. He always tried hard not to stare, but It was impossible not to notice. Rich seemed to favor tight-fitting slacks that did very little to conceal his sizeable basket. One couldn’t help but wonder what he was packing, but Brian was still a little surprised to hear his boss’s comment. Was he supposed to respond? And what would be a proper response? “Good for you, stud!” or “I knew it!” That hardly seemed appropriate. But just the thought of Rich’s big bulge was making his own fat dick start to swell up, and that was the last thing he needed. He needed to redirect his thoughts and fast.

“So does the report look okay?” Brian blurted out, trying to refocus on the task at hand.

“Looks great so far,” Rich replied as Brian stood silently, cramming his hands into his pockets and willing his cock to behave. His boss continued scanning the document page by page. Then suddenly without looking up, Rich interrupted the silence. “So how big are we talking here?“

Brian thought he must have misheard. “Uh, excuse me?” he muttered.

Rich stopped and looked up at him. “I said, ‘How big are we talking here?’ A minute ago you said, ‘when you’re as big as I am,’ and I was just wondering how big is ‘big’?”

This question completely caught Brian off-guard. Once again, he wasn’t sure how to respond . . . or if to respond at all. Was this some kind of test? Was he really supposed to answer that? This was his boss after all. He just stood there like a deer frozen in the headlights.

After a long pause that seemed to go on forever, Rich finally spoke again. “Hey bud, I’m sorry. That was totally inappropriate. Some guys like to brag about their size, you know, and I thought you might—“ He stopped himself. “Well, I sure didn’t mean to embarrass you or anything.”

Suddenly, Brian found himself feeling defensive. “You didn’t embarrass me. I’ve got nothing to be embarrassed about.”

“I’m sure you don’t, Brian,” responded Rich with a chuckle as his gaze fell briefly on Brian’s crotch. “I’m sure you don’t. No offense intended.” He looked back down and continued reading through the report.

What was up with that little chuckle? Brian wondered. And before he knew it, he was blurting out, “Nine and a half inches.”

Rich glanced up with a surprised look on his face. “Nine and a half inches?” he repeated with a roguish grin.

“Well, almost ten actually,” Brian clarified, not wanting to sell himself short. “But who’s counting?”

“You, apparently,” Rich chuckled again.

“Well, you asked!” Brian shot back.

“That’s true, I did. Well, I’d say you really do have nothing to be embarrassed about, Mr. Almost Ten Inches,” Rich exclaimed laughing. “That’s damn impressive, bud. That’s almost as big as me.”

Hold on now, thought Brian. Was this guy for real? He knew his boss must be big, but bigger than himself? That was hard to believe. He’d seen some big dicks online, but he’d never met anyone in real life who was actually bigger. Now it was his turn to question. He had to ask. “Did you just say ‘almost as big’?”

“Well, correct me if I’m wrong, Brian” his boss responded with a smirk on his face, “but I think ten is bigger than almost ten.”

“Are you serious?” Brian asked in disbelief. “Or are you just pulling my leg?”

“Or are you just pulling my leg?” Rich tossed right back, looking up at Brian standing there with his hands stuffed in his pockets.

“No!” Brian declared defiantly, shaking his head.

“Well, neither am I,” said Rich. They both just stared at each other for a few seconds until Rich finally broke the silence. “You don’t believe me, do you?” he asked with a devilish grin.

Brian hesitated. “I didn’t say that.”

“Maybe we should just get back to this report.” Rich pointed to the stack of pages on his desk. “This is excellent work, Brian. I’ll study this a little more closely later, but from what I can see, everything looks great. You did an awesome job!”

“Well, thanks! I appreciate that.”

“Can I keep this copy?” Rich asked.

“Sure,” he responded. “That’s yours to keep. And if you see anything that needs to be revised, just let me know.”

“Will do. And thanks again for getting this done so quickly.”

“You bet,” said Brian. He turned to leave the office, but just as he got to the door, something was still bothering him. He turned back to his boss seated behind his desk and said, “You know, Rich, just for the record, I wasn’t lying earlier. I’m an honest guy.”

“Sure,” said Rich, nodding his head. “I know that. No worries.” Then as Brian turned again to leave, Rich stopped him. “Hey, wait a second, Brian. Why don’t you close the door there, and come back and have a seat. Let’s talk for a minute.” What now? Brian wondered. He pulled the office door shut, walked back to the chair in front of Rich’s desk and sat down.

“Brian, I don’t want you to worry about me thinking you’re not an honest guy. I never would have hired you if I thought that, okay?”

“Okay.” Brian nodded.

“Can we put aside our roles as boss and employee here for a moment and just chat like a couple of buddies, man to man?” Rich asked.

“Sure,” he nodded.

“First of all, I didn’t mean to embarrass you earlier—”

“You didn’t embarrass me!” Brian interrupted, sounding more defensive than he meant to.

“Okay, okay. Good.” Rich paused briefly before continuing. “Let me just be blunt here. I’m a hung dude and proud of it. Some might say I’m a little too proud to be honest, even cocky at times. But I haven’t met many guys who even come close to being my size. And I’m not bragging, just being honest here.” Then he laughed, “Well, maybe bragging a little bit.” This made Brian laugh too. “But when you said ‘close to ten inches’, that got my attention. I thought, maybe here is a guy who is actually almost as big as me.”

“There you go again with that ‘almost as big as me’ business,” Brian teased with a laugh.

“Do you really want to go there?” Rich shot back with a grin. “I’m an honest guy too, you know. I’m sure we’ve both experienced that when it comes to cock size, guys like to exaggerate. Am I right? Would you agree?”

“Definitely!” Brian replied with a vigorous nod, starting to feel more relaxed. “I’ve known plenty of guys who claimed to be as big as me, but when the pants were unzipped and the goods were pulled out . . . well, let’s just say their claims came up a little short.” This made Rich laugh.

“I know exactly what you mean,” he said agreeing. “The evidence speaks for itself. I’m glad you understand where I’m coming from. I didn’t mean to insinuate earlier that you weren’t being truthful, but like we both just said, guys tend to exaggerate when it comes to the size of their manhood. Words are cheap, right?”

“Right,” Brian replied, “I always say, ‘Seeing is believing.’”

“Exactly! Guys can make all sorts of claims, but, like you said, seeing is believing.”

“Yep,” Brian agreed. He was enjoying this little conversation and realized he was starting to feel more relaxed with his boss.

“So,” Rich continued, “what do you say? Do you think it’s time for a little show and tell?”

“What?” responded Brian with a surprised look on his face. His boss kept catching him off guard.

“Well, you just said ‘seeing is believing.’ Don’t you think it’s time to put up or shut up?” Rich grinned broadly.

All Brian could say was, “Are you serious?”

“Well, I don’t know about you, buddy, but if you walk out that door right now, every time I see you around the office, I’m gonna be wondering if your claims were real or if you are just full of it. And I have a feeling you’ll be thinking the same thing about me.” Brian just shrugged, but he knew Rich was absolutely right.

Rich stood up behind his desk and put his hands on his hips. “So, are you still sticking by your claim of almost ten inches?”

“Absolutely!” Brian replied, standing up himself. “I told you I’m an honest guy. The real question is, are you still claiming to be bigger than that?”

“Absolutely!” Rich mimicked back with a wink and a cocky look on his face. “So shall we get this show on the road?” Rich walked over to the closed office door and locked it. “Just to avoid any unwelcome interruptions,” he explained as he walked back towards his desk and stood facing Brian.

Brian couldn’t believe this was happening. He watched as his boss began unbuckling his black leather belt. It wasn’t just the bulge in Rich’s pants that always caught his attention but also the bulging muscles underneath his clothes. Today his boss wore a very snug fitting blue polo shirt tucked into his khakis. The fabric stretched tightly across his broad chest and six-pack abs and hugged his bulging biceps. His thick pecs swelled beneath the shirt along with his pointy nipples, and as always, a tuft of dark fur peeked out over his collar. He guessed Rich to be in his mid to late 40’s, but you’d never know it from his chiseled physique. And don’t even get Brian started on that tight muscled ass. Between his tight pants and tight shirts, Rich was always bulging in all the right places. And now Brian was watching in disbelief as his boss unsnapped his snug khakis and started to pull down the zipper. . .

Has anyone else sniffed their FIL’s used briefs? I was in town visiting with my partner and decided to swipe a pair of my FIL’s briefs late one night. He has just played tennis for a couple of hours prior and they were soaked with ball and ass sweat. Found a couple of pubes too. I kept them for a while until all that was left was the smell of his piss. Kind of found it hot that nobody else has probably ever smelled him like that. Now every time I talk to him I just think about how his ass smells.

My first job out of college and I was feeling great about landing a sales job at a big-name company. My friends were impressed, I had a nice apartment with my girlfriend in downtown Chicago, had some cash to blow... things were good. One day, I was standing at the urinal taking a leak and a guy came up next to me to piss. "Hello, James," he said. I turned my head to realize it was my boss. I felt a little nervous just standing next to the boss (yet alone pissing next to him). "I said nervously, "Oh, hey, Mr. Donovan.." and then as I rotated my head back to my own crotch to finish peeing, I managed to catch a glimpse of his dick. I mean, guys take quick peaks all the time so I didn't think much of it. But for some reason, I shifted my eyes over to get another glance. Even soft, I could tell my boss was hung. I kind off smiled... it made sense that a wealthy, powerful achiever would have a big dick. I shook, flushed and left.

Over the course of the next 3 weeks, I ended up pissing next to my boss maybe 2 more times. He would come up next to me when I was in mid-stream. I thought, "Are we on the same schedule or is this dude timing it?" Nah, I thought, don't be weird, the guy is married. This time, while relieving myself he said, "Your numbers are tanking, James." It was kind of stern but sort of caring. I looked over and (dammit!) couldn't help myself from looking at his dick again. He totally caught me looking! And he made eye contact with me and smiled. He then gave his dick a wiggle to catch my attention. I looked down (Dammit, again, what's wrong with me?)... this time, he was half hard!! He said, "It's OK to look. Everyone does." He gave it a few strokes, it started getting fully hard. I was mesmerized. Damn thing was thick and about 8 inches. I wasn't even peeing anymore, I was just standing there in awe like a big dummy. He then stuffed it in his pants and flushed real quick. "We need to discuss your numbers this afternoon. Come see me at 5."

I couldn't stop thinking about his hard cock all day. It was really screwing with my head. I mean, I'm straight. I bang my GF all the time. I've only had a few drunken nights of experimentation in the frat... but his meat was hanging there, thick, long while he stroked it for me at the urinal. He knew I enjoyed the show.

At 5, I went into his office. I gave a light tap on the door, sheepishly. I mean, it was the big boss's office! He said, "Come in and have a seat". I started to shut the door. "Oh, you can leave it open. You know everyone runs out of here by now." True, everyone pretty much worked here from 7:30 to 4:30. "What.. what, can I do for you, Mr..."

"Oh, call me Frank. James. You can just call me Frank."

"OK."

The next 1/2 hour or so he walked around the office chatting about performance, numbers, goals... I kept noticing his bulge straining against the thin fabric of his pants. I could make out his glans! He was cut like me, I thought. Is he not wearing underwear, I thought some more? "James! James, I'm talking about distractions. Work distractions that affect performance."

His voice startled me back. "Are you distracted at work? Because your numbers suck?, he said... he stepped right in front of me. He was pissed that I wasn't really paying attention. Now, his crotch was at my eye level. I'm pretty sure his bulge got bigger, thicker....

He nonchalantly rubbed his bulge, gave it an adjustment. He knew I was watching.

I looked up into his eyes. "What's your mind on lately, boy?"

Then I looked down at his crotch again. I just couldn't help myself from staring! Now he was blatantly rubbing his cock... I couldn't stop staring.

"I... I don't know.. Sir, I'm just...."

He gave his thick meat a squeeze. "I think I know", he said. He started to unzip...

Does anyone have any recommendations for romance stories? While a lot of the stories here are about erotic hook ups, I’d also like slow burn romances obviously with some eroticism. If you’ve read something you like that falls into this category then please link below.

We fell asleep wrapped up with each other.
I woke a few hours later. I had to piss. John had his arm around me and I could feel his cock pressed against my ass and back. He was extremely hard again.

I slowly slipped out of bed

“Where are you going?” He asked softly half asleep.

“I have to pee. I’ll be back”. I dressed quickly and climbed out of the truck. My ass hurt and it felt like it was damp

I got to the rest room and after checking myself out I found i was bleeding some. But not bad. I peed and then began to leave. When I walked passed the medicine isle of the truck stop and saw the Astroglide.

I quickly purchased it and went to the truck.

I climbed into the truck and found John sound asleep again. I undressed and climbed into bed and pressed my ass against him. His dick was already semi hard but it instantly stiffened fully. His hands moved around me and rubbed my stomach. He ground his tool against my cheeks. I found the bottle of AG where I had laid it on the bed and opened it. I poured some in my hand and reached behind me and began to stroke his Cock. My hand moved over his length like it was covered in ice. Slick as glass.

“Mmmmmmmm” John moaned as I poured more in my palm and reached back coating his dick again. I then rubbed more onto my asshole and cheeks.

I was confident that was a well lubricated as we could get and dropped the bottle to the floor. Reaching back I positioned his meat against me hole and pushed back against him.

“Uuuuggh. Aaaa” i gasped as my ass seared with new pain…. But something also felt different.

“Aaaaa. Jesus John you’re huge” I groaned under my breath. But again. Something felt different.

“Wake up John” I turned to him. Making sure he was awake.

“Let’s try again. Take me” I reached out and grabbed the Astroglide and coated John’s cock one more time and then bent over.

John sat up and got behind me pressing his cock against my hole.

“I don’t care what it takes. Don’t stop….” I looked back at him and smiled.

He put his hands on my hips and began to push. The pressure was intense but the pain wasn’t as bad as it had been. He dug his hands into my hips and aggressively thrusted and pushed his massive tool against my defenseless sphincter. The lubricant had done its job… My asshole began to part and stretch around his massive head

“Ooooohh. Oooohh my GOD…. Oh fuck” I screamed “Jesus John. You’re tearing me apart…. Oh fucking GOD JOOHHNN!” His head decimated my virginity as it plowed through my opening and my anus closed tightly around his slightly narrower shaft.

“Stop for a second” I panted…. “Just wait”

“Oh god this feels so good Matt. You’re so damn tight…. I need you I need to be jndidf you” He leaned against me and pushed deeper. His shaft working it’s way slowly into me. My ass gripping his throbbing meat like a Vice.

“John… wait. Jo..….oooohh. Unngg ffuuccck” I started plead but he pushed deeper and deeper “uuuuuhghh. Oh Jesus Christ John you’re so fucking big”. I screamed. I know the trucks around us could hear me being skewered on a fat pole inside this cab…. “You’re fucking stretching me so bad John, fuck..” I screamed.

“Oh god son. This is incredible, you’re so tight” and he made one last hard thrust

“Aaaaaaa fuck” i yelled. Feeling his entire body pressed against me. His enormous steel rod completely buried inside me.

“Fuck….. John….. you…are ….. so fucking….. big” I panted and groaned “my ass….. is…. Stretched out…. Around you.”

“Aaahh fuck son….. you’re so tight. I can feel every muscle wrapped around my dick”

I looked back at him. He was staring at my ass….. “you like it babe? Does it feel good?” I smiled at him and also winced. Still feeling my ass being torn apart around his massive hard-on

“Ooooo baby…. You feel so good, he groaned. His hands gripping and massaging ass cheeks. He slowly pulled out.

“Aaaaaa Jesus….. it feels like you’re pulling my insides out” I screamed as the walls of my ass gripped and sucked on his cock as it attempted to escape its confines.

“Oh fuck Matt…. You’re gripping me so hard” John grunted.

“Uuuggh” His fat head popped out of my ass. John pushed again and it slowly

“Uuuugggh” his giant head popped back through my hole and plowed a path deep inside me.

“Fuuuuuuccckkkk. Oh fuuuccck” John kept groaning. “I’ve never felt anything so tight”

After a few more full strokes in and out. John began to pick up pace. My ass was on fire. It hurt but also felt incredible. He gripped my waist and began to really fuck me. His body was slapping against my ass. His balls slamming against mine with each thrust.

“Unng” smack “unng” smack “unng” smack.. I yelled with each thrust. I could only imagine what it sounded like outside the sleeper.

He pushed me onto the bed, and laid directly over me. He began to jackhammer is massive pole into my ass like a machine. This old man could fuck

“Aaaaaaaa aaaaaaaa aaaaaa John. Fuck jooohhhnn. Fuuuccck. John. Aaaaaaa aaaa uuuuugggg. Uuuugggg John. John. Oh god John. Yes. Oh god. Oh god. Jesus. John. Yes John aaaaa uuuuggggg uuuuugggg. Fuuucck” I screamed with each downward thrust.

“Jooohhnn you’re so fucking big. You’re so hard. Jesus John you’re splitting me apart. You’re stretching me out so much aaaaaa” I screamed.

“Oh Fuck Matt. Yes. You’re gonna make me cum. I’m going to cum. Matt…. Matt oh Jesus. Matt I’m going to cum baby”. John groaned. My ass felt like it was going to tear as his climax built and I could feel his massive head swell even more felt like it became impossibly harder. He had me pinned to the bed under him as he finally thrust down hard , “fuuucckckk. Uuuuuuuuuuggggghhhhhh I’m cumming” he grunted dropping his weight onto me as his cock erupted deeply inside me. He wasn’t moving but I felt each pump of his cock stretch me slightly as he continued to climax and emptied his hot cum into me. I could feel it splashing against my walls and deep inside me. I felt it oozing back up my ass around his massive pole.

He slowly began to thrust again pushing his cum soaked cock in and out of me. I felt his cum dripping out of my ass onto my balls and then the bed. He slowly pumped in and out of me. He began to kiss my back.

“That feels so good John” I cooed against the bed. Arching upward to meet his soft thrusts.

Breathing loudly in my ears He slow thrusted his softening Dick in and out for a few minutes and then collapsed beside me. I climbed over his exhausted body and began to rub his beard and kiss him. He kissed me back passionately. My hand slid down and rubbed his balls and soaked flaccid cock. He moaned. Sighed and fell asleep. I laid my head on his chest and fell asleep as well

John and I walked out to his truck. A beautiful yellow KW W900 with large studio sleeper. We climbed inside.

“I’m ready for bed” I mentioned. “It’s been a really long day”

“Yeah. I agree”. He sighed

Honestly. I didn’t want to sleep. I wanted to cuddle and make out. Spend time with my new friend.

I undressed fully and climbed on his bed. He did as well and laid on his back. I laid beside him and put my head on his shoulder. My hand ran down his chest and stomach and my fingers played with his silvery black bush.

My hand moved to his balls and rubbed them lightly. He was a grower, not a shower. He looked pretty thick even flaccid but didn’t have much length. As I rubbed his balls his cock grew quickly to 6-7” and thick as hell again.. My hand moved to his shaft and I leaned toward him to kiss and began to stroke his long hard dick.

“Oh yeah” he moaned as he arched up shoving his cock in and out of my hand. I sat up and leaned over his manhood and began to suck the tip of his massive head.

“Uuuuuuggghhh Matt that feels so good” he groaned.

I climbed on top of him.
“Should we finish what we started in the shower?” I smiled down at him and leaned over him and kissed him. I felt his cock slide up between my asscheeks. I reached back pressing his rod between my cheeks and moved up and down. Using my ass to masterbate his throbbing cock.

Uuuuhhhhh” he moaned. “Yes… god yes…. I need to fuck you”

“Oh yeah? Well I want you to fuck me…. I want to feel your fat cock inside me….. you’ll be my first, and likely ruin me for any other man”. I held his cock against my ass as I moved up and down. He leaned up kissing my chest.

“Fuck John” I slid off of him and rolled onto my stomach. I stuck my ass in the air.

He sat up and climbed behind me between my legs and I felt his enormous head laying on my ass. He spit on his palm and worked his cock. Getting it wet. He pushed the head down against my asshole.

“Aaaaahhh. Aaaahah fuck John…..” I yelled as he began to push against me. “It feels like your pushing my anus into my stomach”

“I’m sorry” he stopped. “We don’t have to do this”. He sat back on his legs. His rod pointed upward between my asscheeks. I grinded against his shaft.

“I need you Matt, but I don’t want to hurt you” he sighed.

I spun around and wrapped my lips around his cock I took deep breath and took him down my throat. I held him there for 30 seconds or more then came up for air. I began to let him fuck my throat slowly and fully. His cock was soaking wet and dripping with foamy saliva.

“Let try again” I turned and bent over. He grabbed my hips and pushed his cock against my hole again and thrusted. It felt like a baseball bat was pushing into my asshole. My ass opened for second, then slapped shut as shooting pain slammed through me as it felt like he was once again pushing my anus through my Bowels into my stomach.

“Aaaa fuck fuck fuck… you’re so big John” I screamed scooting away from him on the bed.

“I’m sorry” he exclaimed. “We can’t do this” he sighed defeated.

“Try again babe” I said and he pushed me down on the bed and against the wall of the sleeper. I couldn’t escape and he once again pressed against my asshole with his wide hard meat. My ass again felt as if it was going to open then clenched shut and the pain rocked through me.


“Fuck aaaaaa fuck” I fell to my stomach.

“Oh my god I’m so sorry son” he yelled behind me.

I rolled over under him and pulled him down against me kissing him.

“No. I’m sorry John” I said between kisses. “I’m sorry I can’t handle you. You’re so thick…. I’m sorry. I want to take you inside me ”. I kissed him. I lifted my legs around him and Reached down I placed his cock against my asshole again.

“Try again” I winced up at him as I felt his massive cock once again begin to force its way into me.

“Fuuuuuuckk John you’re so huge” I screamed. His dick slipped and slid between my legs against my cock.

“Uuuuugghhuugghh. Ma…. Ma…. I….. i…. I’m cumming” John grunted as all the fucking around had set him over the top and I looked down just as his cock shut cum over my face, mouth, chest and stomach. He erupted multiple times.

“Oooohh fuck I’m sorry son” he groaned.

“Why?” I leaned up and licked and sucked on the shaft of his rod. Cleaning it off.

“I hurt you and then came too fast” he said sadly.

“It’s ok baby” I whispered and pulled him down on the bed. Kissing all over him.

I had been waiting for 45 minutes for a shower. This place has 8 showers and all were full when I came inside.

I’m exhausted too. It’s been a long day and I just want to clean up and go to bed.

“Driver 189 your shower is ready. Shower number 7. Driver 189 shower number 7 is ready”. Came a computer voice over the intercom.

“Finally” I said out loud, as I headed to my shower.

I entered my code at shower 7 and entered….

Imagine my surprise when I realized there was an older, Harry, stocky, chubby man was standing under the shower slightly hidden in the steam….. butt ass naked. The water was running down is body, rinsing soap off of his skin. He was a thick furry bear. Slight beer gut but quite muscular.

He opened his eyes and looked at me shocked

“Oh my god!” I yelled blushing. “They assigned me this shower. They must have fucked up!” I spun around to leave.

“Hold your son” the man said. Moving slightly out of the steam. “It’s ok…. I’m almost done and I know there are long lines to shower. I’ll get out of uour way shortly. It’s ok. I’m not shy. And hell…. You’ve seen me now…..” he laughed, and I swear I saw his dick get a little thicker and begin to point outward.

Speaking of his Dick. It was surrounded by salt and pepper pubes and kinda short lookign. But it was pretty thick. At the moment… flaccid.. his Shaft was short and thick but head was much thicker like a mushroom.

“Uh.. ok…. I guess I can get other stuff done in here” I stammered and walked to the sink out of his view.

“Anyway” he chuckled. “I’ll be done in a second”.

I went over and began to brush my teeth.

“Where ya from son?” He asked from the shower.

“Indiana”. I replied. Awkwardly.

“Ah. Hoosier boy…. I’m from Michigan” he said. He acted as if all was normal.

“Driver?” He asked.

“Yes. 21 years. You?” I replied.

“Yes. Me too. 35 years” he said. “What’s your name son?”

“Matt” I said.

“I’m John” he said. “Good meeting you. Even on this odd situation”

He stepped out of the shower naked but wrapped himself in a towel. I’ll admit. He was a sexy man. I know I’m bisexual. I’ve always been attracted to the thick burly man, but I’ve never experienced anything with a man. I’ve always stuck to women.

“Your turn buddy” he said pointing to the shower stall…..

I quickly moved to the other side of the room to figure out how to undress and shower.

“I’m gonna get ready. Hope that’s ok son” he said. “Feel free to do whatever. Don’t be shy. You’ve already seen me naked” he laughed

He turned and faced the sink and brushed his hair and beard. I began to undress.

He laid his towel on the shelf and stood at the sink naked. He hummed as he fixed his hair but I realized he was lookign at me in the mirror. I also realized in the other mirror on the wall I could see his cock slowly getting longer and thicker.

I was naked facing the wall…. But I could see he was clearly turned on. I stepped out of sight into the shower. The water was hot and had a hard stream. It felt great.

“Son… you married”. He asked.

“No sir. Single” I said.

“Ah” he replied.

“I was married. She left me a few years back. Single and alone since” he said coldly. “This is a lonely job sometimes”

“Yeah it is”. I said.

“Nice to meet people and talk” he said.
“Sometimes you just need friends…, don’t ya think?… but hell. They’re hard to find out here too”

“Yeah. You’re right. It’s lonely as hell”. I replied as I washing my body. I got to my groin and realized I was hard as a rock. I couldn’t get him out of my head…….. he was right. I was lonely. I needed affection. I needed connection. I just needed to be touched. I stroked my cock slowly.

I turned to rinse the soap off and looked up. He was standing in the doorway of the shower. Naked… and hard. Very hard.

“May I join you son?” He asked softly… clearly expecting to be denied…..

I hesitated……. And he bag an to turn away…

“Yes…. Please join me”. I finally got out.

He stepped under my water…. And his cock brushed my thigh.

His handa moved over my sides and up my back. “Let me help you” as he began to massage the soap on my back and shoulders.

“Oooohh” I sighed and melted into his grip.

“You like that Matt?” He asked sincerely.

“Yes John… That feels good” I spoke softly… near a moan.

“Good…. I’m glad” he said. And turned me facing him. He moved closer and began to rub my sides, hips, and stomach…

He was much larger than me. His cock was touching my stomach. Mine was easily 2” from touching him. He was much thicker too.

I wrapped my arms around him and gripped his ass in my hands. And pulled him against me…. Our cocks smashed together and he grinded hard Against me.

He sighed as he began to kiss my neck and down to my shoulders. His beard tickling me as he moved. My hand reached down between us I momentarily ran my fingers up and down through his thick bush petting and Then I grasped his thick shaft.

“Oh god” he groaned as I ran my hand up and down his length. Taking time to massage his hanging balls with each pass

“You like that?” I whispered in his ear as he continued to kiss my neck.

“Oh fuck yes” he moaned

“Your cock is really nice John” Looking down at his thick rod between is. I gripped him tighter and he kissed and nibbled my shoulders and moaned as I tugged his meat.

I turned my head and kissed at his beard and neck, but began to move down to his chest. My hand left his dick anf moved to his legs as I moved lower. My lips kissing his furry chest and then his stomach.

“Son?” He moaned. “You….. you don’t have to go this…. I…I….. just needed to be together for a while…”. He stammered over his words as my tongue played with his thick salt and pepper pubic hair…..

“I’ve never done this before John” I looked up at him, as I kissed the tip of his fat head…. It seemed so big compared to my mouth. I was actually kind of nervous..

I dropped fully to my knees and kissed his hot heavy balls

“You don’t have to do that son…” John smiled down at me…. I continued to stare into eyes

“But I want to…” I said and then opened my lips and pressed them against his fat head… his tip was a lot bigger than I even expected and I really didn’t think this was going to be possible. But I kept trying. I licked at his slit and tasted precum for the first time in my life. Fuck that is good. So warm and salty. I sucked on the tip of his head but couldn’t get more in my mouth.

He grunted and groaned then said
“It’s ok Matt.. You don’t have to do that…. I’m too big…... but…. But… It feels good though”. He moaned

Hearing that I was determined to go down on him. I grasped his cock in my right hand and steadied and pumped him and grabbed his ass with my left, and pulled him towards me as I pushed my head down over his cock. I felt my lips stretching and splitting as they gave way and his head moved into my mouth. My lips closed around the base of his head.

“Dear lord” he groaned. My mouth felt like it was overflowing with meat. I had to fight the urge to gag. I wanted his cock in my mouth. I wasn’t disgusted. I just had never experienced this before. I took deep breaths though my nose. My tongue moved quickly under the head of his cock.

“Oh fuck son” he moaned and grasped my head in his hand. I pulled him toward me again. Feeling his cock push deeper to the back of my mouth and push against my throat. I took a deep breath through my nose and reached back hand held the hand on my head, prodding him to push his cock deeper.

And he did. Slowly

“Ooohh god” he grunted as his fat head began to slide into my throat. I felt my throat stretching to accept him. I felt my ability to breath cease completely as his entire cock sank into me. He pulled on my head and pushed into me deeply. My face pressed into his bush……

“I’ve never felt anything like this before…he moaned and slowly pulled out.

The minute his cock left my mouth I gasped for breath. Spit and saliva flowed from my mouth and his fat cock dripped with it.

“Are you ok son?” I continued panting as I kissed and licked his cock and balls.

“I’m ok..” I smiled at him…. Then I repeated the process of deepthroating him. I looked into his face the entire time his cock sank down deeply down my throat….. I felt my ability to breathe stop again. And I felt my cock erupt as I came on the shower floor.

“Ooooh damn” he groaned. His cock pushing deep down my throat. His bush pressed into my face. “That feels so good Matt”

He pulled out fully… I gasped for breath again.

“Your…… cock….. is….. so….. big john” I gasped words between pulling needed oxygen into my neglected lungs….

He smiled down at me as I caught my breath and kissed and licked the underside of his thick shaft.

I slowly licked and sucked his head as I stroked his shaft.

“Oh yes Matt… that feels so good” he moaned.

I moved my hand and again deep throated his meat and again gasping for breath a few moments later. Stroking his length while I recovered.

“I can’t take much more” he said. “I feel like I’m going to explode”

I pulled and rubbed on his balls as I sucked on his tip again.

“Oh god Matt…. I’m going to cum… you’re going to make me cum.” He groaned.

“I’m warning you son… I’m going to cum”

Looking up at him I rubbed his balls harder pulling down on them I took a deep breath again and I slowly took his cock fully down my throat one last time. Feeling him actually swell thicker and harder

“Ma…. Son….you
… you don’t have to…. To…. Do that… you do….. uuuuuuuuuugggg. Uuuuuggg”

His cock fully down my throat I grabbed his ass and pulled him as deeply as possible and his cock exploded. What felt like gallons of hot cum flowed down my throat into my stomach. My stomach was on fire. He came 4 or 5 times. I thought i was going to pass out and he finally pulled his cock out. He leaned down and kissed me deeply. He pulled me to my feet. He held and kissed me under hot water. I ran my fingers though his beard as we kissed.

“Thank you” he whispered.

“My pleasure” I smiled back.

He washed us both up again and we dried and dressed.

“You parked for the night Matt?” He asked.

“Yes sir” I replied.

“Want to spend the night with me?” He asked staring at me….

My hands rubbed at his Harry chest

“Yes…. I do…” I sighed