First of all, I want to say thank you to everyone who has given me feedback on the Captain America series. I was burnt out on that for a while, but I do plan on returning to that arc soon, with your suggestions under my hat. In the meantime, I remember getting a request a while back for a story involving Thor (sorry, can't remember who from)... so here goes!

DISCLAIMER: This story does contain some acts of violence and non-consensual (well, kind of ) sex, so it is not for the faint of heart.

Note on language: All of the non-English words and phrases in the story are authentic ancient Norse. I am not, however, any type of linguistic scholar or anthropologist, so if there are mistakes in spelling, usage, or grammar, I apologize in advance.

I hope you enjoy the story!

“What?” said Thor stupidly, staggering backward, a rapidly-dissipating pink fog surrounding his head in a momentary corona.
“Yes,” purred a voice of molten silk from the shadows in the far corner. Built of rough-hewn timbers and immense slabs of granite, the sole illumination coming from a great roaring fireplace, the room looked like the kind of place that hulking Nordic brutes and Teutonic blonds might drink and fight and fuck and drink and eat and fuck and fight (in no particular order).
“Yes,” the impossibly smooth voice said again, “surrender to my potion… feel your will to resist crumble… give yourself over to your carnal desires.”
“Enchantress.” The Asgardian powerhouse mouthed the word clumsily, as if unsure of its dimensions, its weight.
“It is as the Fates have decreed, my love.” Striding from the shadows, the woman who attempted to ensnare Asgard’s champion looked every bit her name. Long golden tresses gleamed in the scant firelight; hips swayed hypnotically; diaphanous vermillion silk clung lovingly to the swell of her heaving bosom, the pert triangle of her sex, then floated away, billowing in a nonexistent breeze. “You will be mine!”
Grabbing a handful of Thor’s straw-colored mane, Enchantress pulled his lips to hers, kissing the god savagely, claiming her prize in no uncertain terms.
At first the befuddled Asgardian was passive, was merely kissed, but after a moment his passions stirred, and his tongue wrestled hers for dominance—ultimately futilely.
Enchantress released her captive’s mouth, disentangled her hands from his hair, and stepped back, seeming to calculate her next move.
Thor merely stood, trembling slightly but offering no further resistance. Although he did not move, it seemed that every fiber of his being strained toward his painfully beautiful master.
She stepped back into him, caressing his sinewy arms, his solid chest, his firm, perfectly rounded buttocks, and wherever her lithe alabaster fingers traveled, Thor’s garments simply… melted away. After an aching, shivering eternity, Enchantress’ wandering hands found their way to the god of thunder’s rigid, pulsating sex. The moment she touched the massive organ, the last of its restraining bonds disappeared, and it sprang forward, mighty in its tumescent glory. The two divine beings became a closed circuit—the jolt of eldritch power coursed first through Enchantress, causing her to gasp involuntarily, then through the captive Thor, who arched his back, threw back his head, and gave a primal howl of—of what, it was impossible to say.
“Liar!” Thor cried suddenly, and backhanded his erstwhile captor with all the force he could muster.
The seductive sorceress flew some twenty feet, crashed into the far wall, and crumpled into a piteous, mewling heap, bright ochre—an exact match for the shade of her hair—trickling from the corner of her full, pouty mouth. “Svá kunna! This cannot be…”
“Enchantments and lies,” Thor muttered darkly, cold fire burning in his eyes. “I feel their weight upon me. I will be a slave no more!” His last word was punctuated by a peal of thunder.
As the god of thunder strode forward with murder in his heart, Enchantress found herself fixated—mesmerized—by his massive, granite-hard cock, ramrod straight and nearly a foot in length, with girth to match, bobbing with every purposeful step he took. “Yggdrasil,” she croaked, “he carries the World Ash between his legs…”
Towering above his quarry, Thor seized a handful of flaxen hair and yanked her to her wobbly feet. Still she could not look away from his wondrous organ. “Are you really so fascinated by my cock?” He grabbed his prodigious sex at the base and shook it for emphasis, and an involuntary groan of pleasure escaped the sorceress’ lips. “So enthralled with this piece... of... meat—“ shake, shake, shake—“that you are willing to die merely for the sake of touching it?” Mutely, and against her will, Enchantress nodded, tears streaming down her face. Thor leaned in close, tickling her ear with his next words. “Did you think I would forget your special brand of treachery or the feel of your touch, brother?” Robbed of speech, the vixen’s eyes widened comically.
“But—“
“Enough of this pretense, Loki!” He shoved the hunter-turned-prey roughly against the wall. “I know it is you. Syná fóstbrædralag!” These last words reverberated through the air, bouncing off each other and lingering far longer than any sound should.
The shaking, shaken form of Enchantress shimmered momentarily, then was replaced by a wild-eyed and bedraggled trickster god. The gauzy robe that had been so alluring on Enchantress looked comical on Loki’s lithe, wiry body.
“This is impossible,” Loki stammered, without conviction.
“Spilla vapnum,” Thor replied, and the shimmering garment vanished in a flash of emerald fire. “There, now we are on even footing. Well, as even as we can be,” he added with something of a chuckle, glancing down at his stepbrother’s exposed sex. Although not nearly as long or as thick as Thor’s, Loki’s cock was equally as hard, and huge enough by any normal standards—perhaps nine inches altogether, with pendulous low-hanging balls.
“You lured me here under false pretenses, tried to take advantage of me in false guise. Do you truly suppose me to have forgotten the month I spent as your prisoner, fixed to the base of Yggdrasil by the cold, cold iron chains of the Frost Giants? A month of your expert hands and mouth and magic constantly tormenting me, bringing me again and again to the brink of ecstasy yet not once granting me that final release? Tell me, you fiend, you rampant cur, why I should not crush the life from your wretched body? In this place, you know I can.”
The wheels in Loki’s mind spun furtively, futilely. He saw no way out. “Please, my Lord,” he sobbed, falling to his knees in utter despair. “I do not deserve it, but please, spare me. Surely there is some way I can atone.”
“Rise, brother,” Thor boomed. “I will not kill you this night. I have decided to forgive what you have done to me.”
Taken aback, Loki rose unsteadily. “Why?”
“Because,” Thor said conspiratorily, “I have determined a better way to exact my revenge.” Without warning, the god of thunder’s hamfist plunged into Loki’s solar plexus, dropping him to his knees in a gasping, coughing fit. “Even now, you cannot remove your gaze from my cock, so to begin, you will take the measure of my manhood—first with your mouth, and then…” he left the threat/promise trailing seductively.

The man known to most only as Captain America reluctantly got up off of his bed, sighing and shaking his head—his new favorite gesture. Why do I care so much about Vision all of a sudden? he wondered. Before yesterday, I hardly knew he even existed. As soon as he thought this, though, Steve Rogers knew it for a lie. Somewhere, buried deep within his psyche, was a long-standing fascination with the synthetic Avenger. Unwilling or unable to examine the issue further, Steve pushed it away.
Stumbling into the bathroom, Steve turned the shower on and peeled off the now semen-encrusted clothing he had “borrowed” from Dr. Henry Pym. Tossing the too-small garments aside, Steve climbed into the shower, basking under the near-scalding jets mindlessly—that is, until memories of another shower, and all that had accompanied it, intruded upon his momentary bliss.
Succumbing to the odd mix of emotions welling up within him, Steve relived the events of the previous day, when nothing had mattered and no one had existed except for he and Vision, a vision indeed—a latter-day Adonis cast in pale cream. Lathering his rock-hard physique, Steve’s questing hands found his rigid sex, which he began to stroke absently, subconsciously perhaps, as he stood under the steaming torrent of the shower.
As his fist, moving faster and faster of its own accord, continued to pump up and down the length of his throbbing organ, images swam before Steve’s eyes, of Vision—his sculpted physique, his smooth, rounded buttocks, his magnificent cock, even the oddly kind twinkle of his synthetic eyes. When the climax came, it tore through him savagely, tsunami-like, bringing Steve to his knees and ripping a desperate cry from his lips: “Vision!”
He collapsed to the floor of the shower, panting, water still pounding down upon his prone form. What did he do to me? Steve wondered frantically. Am I losing my mind?
Climbing to his feet, Steve cut off the shower’s flow and grabbed a towel, wondering what this meant. I certainly can’t be in love or anything ridiculous like that, Steve thought savagely, especially not with him—no, with that—I mean, he’s just a machine, for fuck’s sake!
Toweling himself distractedly, Steve noticed a small bundle at the foot of his bed when he walked out of the bathroom. Upon closer inspection, he realized that it was the costume he had left behind in Vision’s laboratory, neatly folded. Pinned to the garment was a note, written on heavy cotton paper of a pale cream color in an impossibly elegant and precise hand:
Numbed, Steve let the note slide from his fingertips. Tears rolling unnoticed down his cheeks, Steve pulled on the armor of Captain America slowly, purposefully, as a plan coalesced in his head.

“Vision? Are you in there?” As his gauntleted fist pounded on the gleaming door of Vision’s laboratory, his stomach began doing backflips. What if he’s not here? Then, a worse thought: What if he is?
With a small pneumatic hiss, the door slid open. “Steve Rogers. I… did not expect to see you so soon.”
Cap’s heart leapt into his mouth. Swallowing convulsively, he stammered “I—we need to talk. I—oh, I didn’t realize you had company. I should go.” Spotting the lank form of Tony Stark through the doorway, Steve awkwardly turned to leave.
“Actually,” came Tony’s unctuous voice, “I was just leaving. Places to see, things to go, people to do—you understand.” Brushing past Steve, Tony leaned in close and added in a bare whisper, “Don’t cock this up,” causing Steve to shake his head in bewilderment.
“Please, Steve Rogers, come in.”
“I love you,” Steve blurted, instantly mortified and blushing furiously at the words that had jumped out of his mouth.
“Steve?”
“I can’t stop thinking about you. I don’t care that I was just some experiment, or whatever—I think—no, I know—I’m falling in love with you.” His voice had become strident, high-pitched. Vision remained impassive. “Well, I didn’t really expect you to return the feeling—I don’t even know if you can—but I had to say it anyway. I guess I’ll go now,” he concluded in a small voice.
Just as Steve turned, preparing to slink away, Vision grabbed him, roughly pulled him in, kissed him deeply, savagely.
“Wha?” Steve gasped, breaking away after long moments.
Shoving Cap into the lab and closing the door, Vision replied “Enough talk, Steve Rogers. Remove your clothing.”
“Wait! I really think we need to discuss this!”
“Very well—I will remove it for you.” Faster than thought, Vision crossed the intervening space and hooked into Cap’s outfit, shredding the reinforced fabric as though it were rice paper.
“Are you fucking crazy? What the hell are you doing?”
“I know that you wish to be dominated, Steve Rogers, and I wish to dominate you.”
“You’ve lost your goddamned mind,” Steve said, choking on a mix of anger, confusion, and sorrow. He gathered up the tattered remnants of his suit. “I’m leaving.”
Before Steve had taken two steps, Vision seized him, spun him around, and viciously slammed him against the wall, pinning his arms at the small of his back.
“Okay, this isn’t funny anymore,” Steve said, struggling to break Vision’s vise grip. Strain as he would, however, Captain America’s enhanced strength was nothing to the synthetic Avenger, who controlled Steve easily with one hand.
Crushed against the wall, chill metal burning his chest, Steve, suddenly detached, wondered what would happen next. Maintaining his grasp on Steve’s wrists, Vision roughly kicked Cap’s feet apart, spreading his legs so wide that he would have surely fallen were Vision not still holding his arms in place.
Suddenly, Vision knelt, and the android’s strangely hot tongue was inside him, questing, probing his nether opening like a thing possessed. Before he could bite it back, a low moan escaped his lips; involuntarily, Steve arched his back and thrust his hips as best he could toward his violator. How quickly my body betrays me, Steve mused, noting with chagrin that his cock was already adamantium-hard and freely leaking pre-come.
Vision’s anal explorations seemed to last for hours. Soon, Steve was writing uncontrollably, and he gave a constant stream of sighs and moans, which seemed only to goad the android. “Please,” Steve whimpered. “Please, I can’t take any more.”
Vision rose. “Very well. You are my possession, Steve Rogers,” he whispered in Cap’s ear. “I will take you now.”
Without further warning, Vision thrust his massive organ deep into Steve, filling him to bursting. The synthetic humanoid galloped Captain America beneath him relentlessly, striking the tightly coiled nerves of his prostate repeatedly. Within moments, Steve’s sex exploded in agonized ecstasy, spraying the floor with several thick ropes of semen.
As Vision continued to tear into him with those merciless thrusts, Steve began to feel as though his insides were filled with liquid fire. Soon, his spent cock returned to life, and Vision immediately wrapped his free hand around it, pumping at the same rapid pace that he was riding the pinioned Captain.
Vision began voicing a series of short, guttural grunts; Steve knew this meant that the android was close to climaxing, which immediately caused him to spill his own seed into Vision’s skilled hand. A mere moment later, Vision gave one final grunt, then filled Steve’s anus with spurt after spurt of hot juices.
In a near delirious state, Steve stood trembling, crying bitter tears while his nether opening wept a combination of synthetic ejaculate and very real blood.

To be continued…

“That was even better than I imagined.” Captain America sighed, a deep, satisfied sound. He lay, limbs entangled with Vision’s, blissfully content.
“Steve?”
“The moment I laid eyes on that gorgeous cock of yours, I just knew I had to feel it in my hands… my mouth… my ass. It was actually kind of scary, how much I wanted it.”
“And now, Steve Rogers—is your desire satiated?” As he asked, Vision slid his hand down Cap’s thigh, grasping the hero’s spent cock firmly.
“Um—that is, yeah, yeah, I’m good now…” Steve trailed off. Instantly, his thick sex gave the lie to his words, coming to life once more in the android’s clutch.
“It seems that your capacity has not yet been exhausted, Steve Rogers. And to think, people call me a machine.”
“Thanks to Dr. Erskine’s magic potion, I just keep going and going.”
Vision leaned in, breath tickling Steve’s sensitive ears, and whispered. “You may take me if you wish, Steve Rogers.”
“Vision, you saucy minx,” Steve said, incredulous.
“However, it appears that we have consumed the entire supply of lubricant.”
“Oh,” Steve replied with a wolfish grin, “I imagine we can make ‘plan B’ work. Just roll over.”
Vision did so obediently, not seeming to mind the sticky mess they had made of the examination table. In one fluid motion, Steve straddled the supine android, tenderly planting kisses on the other’s neck and ears.
“Where science fails, nature provides,” Cap said cryptically, sliding the length of his sweat-slick body down Vision, fingertips and lips and teeth making a trail as he went. Soon, he reached the graceful curve of Vision’s buttocks, gently caressing them.
“Does it hurt very much?” came Vision’s muffled query.
“Let me put it this way: just now, I felt like I was being torn in half—lengthwise.”
“I am sorry, Steve Rogers.”
“Sorry? What the hell for? I loved every fucking minute of it!”
“I am confused…”
“You’ll see soon enough. Don’t worry, though, lover, I’ll be gentle—unless you ask nicely, of course. But first, ‘I must prepare you,’ as a certain robot I know says.” With that, Steve gently parted Vision’s ample cheeks, revealing a nether opening that, while as devoid of color as the rest of the synthetic Avenger, was nevertheless anatomically perfect. Questing, Steve sent his tongue darting into the cleft, drawing a low moan from Vision.
Amazing, Steve thought. Realistic down to the last detail. Even the taste, he mused, savoring the unique salty-sweet pungency. His tongue went further, probing, exploring the innermost recesses of the groaning Vision.
“Oh, Steve,” Vision exclaimed, “I now see why there are so many nerve endings in that part of the anatomy.”
“Baby,” Steve answered, briefly surfacing for air, “you ain’t seen nothing yet!” He returned to his task with renewed vigor, using fingertips and tongue to explore and expand, readying him for the next step, until Vision’s secret opening was wet with saliva and quivering in anticipation.
“I think you’re ready now,” Steve purred. He spit once, twice, three times into the palm of his hand, slathering his once-more throbbing, darkly purple sex with the product. Playfully, he slapped his cock against each of Vision’s firm buttocks before easing in.
The tight heat enveloped Steve’s rigid sex more closely than any glove; as one, Vision and Captain America cried out wordlessly.
My god, Steve mused, barely able to think. It’s as if he was made just for me! Steve was transported to a place where nothing existed, nothing except his burning, desperate desire and the synthetic man who represented the fulfillment.
Promise to be gentle instantly forgotten, Captain America savagely galloped the prone Vision beneath him, grunting in time with each brutal thrust, Vision moaning continuously.
“Steve, please…”
Cap grabbed Vision about the waist and roughly flipped him over. He then grasped Vision’s engorged sex, pumping it in time with the punishing thrusts, which never ceased during the position change.
“Uh… this—huh… is gentle?” Vision gasped.
“I-I’m sorry, my friend. I don’t know what came over me.”
“No—‘For the love of god, don’t stop now; keep doing what you were doing, only harder, faster,’ as a certain human I know says.”
Steve slid in and out of the tight heat faster and faster, fisted Vision’s exquisitely huge cock faster and faster, until he was seeing stars, breath coming in labored, ragged gasps. He could contain himself no longer.
Withdrawing reluctantly from the velvet sheath, Cap stroked his organ once, twice, then convulsed, sending a long jet of his hot seed across Vision’s abdomen. A split second later, Vision’s sex danced in Steve’s iron grip, firing several spurts of synthetic juices an impossible height, most of it landing on Cap’s sculpted pectorals and ruggedly handsome face.
“I’ll be damned,” Steve moaned, slumping forward, “you managed to jizz in my hair again. If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were doing it on purpose.”
“That is most illogical, Steve Rogers.”
“Well, all I know is that I’ve never needed a shower so badly in my life. I can’t exactly go wandering around the Mansion like this, though.”
“This laboratory is equipped with several amenities, including a shower.”
“Great! Is it big enough for two?”
“I believe so—“
“Then what are you waiting for? Come on!” Taking Vision’s curiously human hand in his, Steve walked toward the bathroom on wobbly legs.

“That was amazing,” Steve panted, gingerly rubbing his jaw muscles. He sat slumped against the wall that he had been crushing his teammate Vision up against mere moments ago.
“Your skill is impressive, Steve Rogers.”
“Aw, shucks, Sarge, t’aint nothin’ to it.”
“Sarge?”
“I’ll I’m saying is that there’s more than one reason I was popular with the soldiers back during the war.”
“That is one piece of information your biographers neglected to mention.”
“Back then, the brass may have asked, but you certainly didn’t tell.”
“Indeed.”
“I’ll tell you what, though, those were the days.” Cap sighed wistfully, smile of contention spreading like sunshine across his features.
“I see that you are still in a heightened state of arousal, Steve Rogers.”
It was true; Steve’s proud American organ was still rigidly upcocked, twitching periodically.
“It’s a side effect of the Super Soldier Serum—kicked my hormones into overdrive. Now that I think about it, though, maybe it wasn’t a side effect—I spent many a night during testing under the tender ministrations of Dr. Emil Erskine.”
“But you were a mere adolescent, and it was unethical of Dr. Erskine to take advantage of the doctor-patient relationship in that manner.”
“Unethical, yes, but also wonderful. What the good doctor lacked in youthful vigor, he certainly made up for in experience.”
“Speaking of experience, Steve Rogers, I am eager to test out some of the techniques I recently learned from you. Shall I?”
“I have a better idea. Where’s that experimental super-lube?”
“Under that work-table. Why do you ask?”
Steve rose to his feet, slowly pulling his uniform shirt from his sculpted torso. “Use whatever passes for an imagination in that positronic brain of yours.” After letting his shirt slide through his fingers, Steve casually hooked this thumbs into the waistband of his partially-removed tights, coyly rolling his hips and turning his back on the mesmerized Vision.
“From the moment that you walked in the door, I could tell you were a man of distinction, a real big spender…”
“Are you singing, Steve Rogers?”
Steve dropped to his hands and knees, crossing the room in his best panther crawl, thrusting his ample buttocks into the air. “Good looking, so refined… don’t you want to know what’s goin’ on in my mind?” He continued crooning, writhing desperately. “So let me get right to the point—I don’t pop my cork for just any guy I see… hey big spender—spend a little time with me…”
“I believe I finally understand what ‘sultry’ means,” Vision mused.
Cap reached the vial of lubricant, gently pursing his full lips around the glass. Turning, he winked at the awestruck Vision, then proceeded to slink back toward the android, still on all fours.
Vision unconsciously grasped his throbbing sex in one hand, massaging the ample head with a thumb and trembling ever so slightly.
“Hey!” Steve cried in muffled protest. “Wait for me!”
“My apologies Steve Rogers. But you must hurry.”
Cap stopped at Vision’s feet, palming the vial and gently kissing the android’s feet. With excruciating slowness, his mouth worked its way up as he pulled himself, hand over hand, up Vision’s exquisitely muscled form, causing the synthetic man to moan subvocally.
Steve seemed to be working his way straight to Vision’s tortured sex, but diverted at the last possible second, lips and tongue traveling up the android’s abdomen, chest, neck.
“I want you to fuck me,” Steve whispered, gently nipping at Vision’s earlobe. “I want you to ride me hard and put me away wet,” he continued, pressing the vial of lubricant into Vision’s hand.
“I am afraid that I might damage you, Steve Rogers.”
“Are you kidding me with this? I can take it—I’m Captain fucking America, baby!”
“I am uncertain…”
“What’s wrong,” Cap demanded darkly, “still hung up on Iron Man?” A sudden vision sprang into Cap’s mind, of Vision burying his huge cock deep inside the billionaire technocrat-cum-dilettante superhero—a thought that, paradoxically, both enraged and excited him.
“I have never engaged in any sexual activities with Tony Stark.”
“Oh. When you said earlier that—well, I thought—“
“I am not interested in Tony Stark, Steve—I am interested in you.”
At these words, Captain America felt an unfamiliar sensation—as if a white-hot coal had been lowered into his belly and an iron band drawn across his chest. He lunged forward, seizing Vision’s head in both his hands and ravaging the android’s mouth with his. “I want you to want me,” Cap gasped between kisses. “I want you to fuck me,” he pleaded, “use me, own me, make me yours.”
“I did not expect you—us—to progress to this level of intimacy so quickly. Plus,” Vision added, the corners of his mouth twitching, “Tony assured me that you would be ‘an out-and-out top,’ as he put it.”
“I’d ‘top’ him all day long,” Steve muttered. “I’d fuck that smug bastard so hard that I’d knock his teeth out.”
“Shall I summon Tony Stark, Steve?”
Cap blushed furiously at this. “No, you’re all the man I can handle right now.”
“Technically, I am not a man at all—“
“Just shut up and fuck me, would you?”
“As you wish. Now, get onto the examination bed.” Vision’s voice had somehow taken on an authoritative quality. “I must prepare you for my entry, lest I injure you.” The android turned to a nearby hospital-style bed, which lowered itself, seemingly at his silent command, until it was roughly at waist-level.
Steve obediently crawled onto the thin mattress, once again on his hands and knees, eagerly presenting his secret opening to Vision like a bitch in heat.
Vision roughly grabbed Cap’s painfully stiff sex from behind, collecting the precum that had been freely running. He inserted one finger into Steve’s quivering pucker, working the natural lubricant in gently. “It seems that your own secretions will be insufficient, Steve Rogers.”
“Um, sorry?”
“The situation is easily remedied.” Vision opened the vial of experimental lubricant, pouring the viscous substance into his hands. He returned to Steve’s hungry nether mouth, this time with two fingers, causing Cap to involuntarily gasp and clench down on the android’s digits.
“You must relax, Steve Rogers, if this is to be successful.”
With a deep sigh, Captain America surrendered to the unfamiliar sensation—in his prior encounters, Steve Rogers had indeed always been a ‘top’—and opened himself to Vision’s attentions.
The synthetic lubricant felt luxurious, like liquefied satin, and soon Steve was gyrating his hips, thrusting back into Vision’s probing fingers. Soon, Vision added a third finger, gently stretching the opening so that it could more easily accommodate his massive organ.
“Oh, god, fuck me now,” Cap moaned, his own organ bobbing wildly as he writhed on the examination table.
Vision gently pulled his hands free and prepared to enter Steve Rogers. He slid his length up and down Steve’s cleft, infuriating the former soldier, then gently nudged at Steve’s opening with the broad tip of his sex. Steve tried to back into him, so Vision placed one hand on Steve’s hip to steady him, wrapping the other around Cap’s tortured organ, and slipped his entire length into the waiting superhero.
The instant that Vision entered that tight heat, Steve felt as though a spear of pure light had impaled him. He moaned uncontrollably, fingers digging into the mattress beneath him as he tossed his head from side to side. My god, Steve thought, he fills me completely! I’m going to pay for this in the morning…
Vision went slowly at first, stroking Steve’s cock in time with his own thrusts. Gradually, he picked up speed, moving further in with each fierce lunge forward, until Steve screamed breathlessly, which caused him to stop.
“Have I injured you, Steve Rogers?”
“Hell, no! You hit my prostate. For the love of god, don’t stop now; keep doing what you were doing, only harder, faster. I promise, you can’t hurt me, not now.” In point of fact, the android could hurt him, but he wasn’t about to let Vision know that. He trusted Vision, in a way that he had never trusted anyone before. For once, instead of being the protector, Steve himself felt protected, safe, even as his insides were being brutally punished by this synthetic man.
“Very well, Steve.” Vision increased his tempo, and, like a guided missile, his cock struck Steve’s joy buzzer with every thrust now, sending jolt after jolt of pure ecstasy coursing through his nervous system. At the same time, Vision’s pistoned Steve’s sex furiously, relentlessly.
“Oh, fuck, I’m gonna co—oh!” Steve’s words were cut off by the bone-crushing orgasm, wave after wave of mind-numbing pleasure rolling through him, a seeming eternity. His cock, in defiance of the earlier releases achieved, jumped in Vision’s vise-like grip, spurting forth several thick, sticky ropes of semen.
Vision withdrew his prodigious organ, spraying Steve, the table, and the floor with a huge load of the synthetic goo with a metallic cry of inhuman pleasure.
“Wow,” Cap said, collapsing on the ejaculate-drenched bed, face split in two by an enormous, child-like grin. “You even shot into my hair. Way to go, man!”
“Was that experience satisfactory, Steve Rogers?”
“Satisfactory? Man, that was fucking sublime. I could die right now and be perfectly content.” I really could, Steve added to himself. Vision was so deep inside me, I think he pierced my soul. Wait, did I really just think that? I did. Sappy, but true nonetheless. The question now is, where do we go from here?

To be continued…

“I did not anticipate the intensity of that experience. My circuitry was temporarily overwhelmed.” Cap didn’t remember ever hearing Vision sound shaky before.
“Obviously, so was mine,” Cap retorted with a small chuckle.
The two Avengers were still entangled in one another’s embrace, half-sitting, half-kneeling on the floor of Vision’s laboratory, Captain America panting and disheveled.
“You seem to have produced an extraordinary quantity of ejaculate, Steve Rogers, exceeding the absorbency of your uniform.”
“Yeah, I’ve made quite a mess. I should get this cleaned up,” Cap replied, hands moving to the buckle of his belt.
“Please, allow me,” Vision responded, gently clutching Cap’s hands. “It is the least I can do.” Vision moved toward the belt buckle, then hesitated, instead tracing a feather-light path down Cap’s muscular thighs to the knee-length boots he wore. “I did not realize that it is possible for a male human to achieve climax without direct physical stimulation of the sex organ,” Vision continued, gingerly removing Cap’s boots.
“Neither did I,” Steve admitted. His body thrilled to the ephemeral touch of the android; he could feel that electric current of excitement coursing through his body once more, and already his spent cock was stirring within his sodden pants. Ever the vigilant soldier, Steve mused, ready to stand at attention at a moment’s notice.
Vision slowly peeled Captain America’s pants off, causing the latter’s thick sex, already granite-hard, to pop free. Rising proudly from a nest of thatch-colored hair, Cap’s cock, darkly purple and quivering, seemed to be straining toward Vision. It was as if the explosive orgasm of a moment ago had never happened.
“I see that the carpet matches the drapes.”
“What?” Steve asked, taken aback.
“An expression I once heard Tony Stark use. I have been waiting for quite some time for the correct moment to apply it. Have I used it incorrectly, Steve Rogers?”
“No,” Steve replied, laughing. “You just startled me, that’s all. I’ve never heard you say anything like that before.” Unconsciously, Steve’s hand drifted toward his engorged sex as he spoke, running a thumb across the broad head.
“You require immediate attention, Steve Rogers. Allow me to service your need.”
“Really, that’s not necessary…”
“The exchange will be mutually beneficial. Lie down.”
Captain America pressed his rippling back, still clad in the stars-and-stripes uniform, against the cold steel floor as Vision began his tender ministrations. First, he wrapped one curiously warm hand around the impossibly thick shaft of Steve’s sex, causing the former war hero to utter an involuntary groan, while the other hand reached onto the nearby table, bringing down a small vial of some clear, viscous substance.
“What’s that?” Steve muttered thickly, not really caring.
“An experimental lubricant. Dr. Pym and I developed it for use in Tony Stark’s Iron Man suits. Tony is the one who discovered that the compound has… other applications.”
He would, Cap thought wryly. He knew Tony to be a billionaire playboy in every sense of the word, with an insatiable appetite that devoured both women and men indiscriminately. Thinking about the industrialist’s clichéd tall, dark, and handsome features caused Steve’s extremely rigid cock—I feel like it’s going to explode—to jump in Vision’s grip.
“Well,” Steve demanded breathlessly, “what are you waiting for? I can’t stand much more anticipation.
“My apologies, Steve. I am attempting to determine the optimum course of action.” With a small nod, Vision set the vial of lubricant aside. In a single, swift action, Vision then swallowed Captain America’s eagerly awaiting sex.
The moment that the wet heat engulfed him, Steve moaned loudly, arching his back and resting on his elbows. “Oh, god, yes,” he cried, panting like a woman in labor, “suck it! Suck it dry!”
Having no gag reflex, Vision easily accommodated Cap’s superthick nine inches, enveloping it in a velvet sheath of ecstasy. The android slid up and down Cap’s length with a precision and speed that no mere mortal could match, smooth-rough tongue seeming to be in five places at once, and within moments, Steve Rogers was bucking his hips wildly, vainly clutching at the smooth metal floor.
“Oh god, oh god, oh god, ohh!” Cap’s body convulsed as Vision’s expert mouth carried him to the brink of oblivion. Cap rose off the floor spastically, then collapsed bonelessly, raggedly drawing in air.
“You continue to surprise me, Steve Rogers. I did not expect you to be so responsive.”
“I surprise you? No, no, you—you are amazing. How did you bring me off so quickly? I barely had time to register what was happening before it was all over.”
“I merely followed the advice that Tony Stark gave me—“ Vision began innocently.
“Okay, don’t finish that sentence. Just come a little closer so I can repay the favor. You appear to be in need of a little service yourself.”
Cap sprang to his feet, pulling Vision up with him.
“Are you—“ Cap kissed Vision greedily, cutting him off mid-sentence. Steve leaned in, forcing Vision to backpedal until he slammed against the wall. With excruciating slowness, Cap worked his way down from Vision’s hungry mouth, his lips and tongue exploring the android’s neck, shoulders, chest (paying special attention to each hard nipple), and solar plexus. Wherever Steve lighted next, Vision trembled slightly, synthetic skin even pebbling into gooseflesh despite his lack of body hair.
“Please, Steve,” Vision said, toneless voice somehow conveying a pleading quality. “My tolerance is nearing its outer limit.”
This elicited a small chuckle from Captain America. “Is that,” he said between kisses, “your way,” licks, “of saying,” nips, “that you can’t stand it? That I’m driving you crazy?”
“Yes, yes.”
“Good.” Suddenly, Steve dropped to his knees. “Now, I don’t know if I can swallow you whole the way you did me. After all, you’re considerably larger than I am—“
“Only one point five inches in length and point seven five in—“
“And, after all, I’m only human.”
“I suspect, Steve Rogers, that you will find some way to compensate for your human shortcomings. You always do.”
“Was that a joke, Humor-Bot?”
“I do not—“
“Never mind.” With that, Steve grabbed the thick shaft of Vision’s sex with both hands, putting his mouth to work on the broad mushroom-like head. He started by running the rough surface of his tongue up and down Vision’s frenulum, then delicately probed the tiny urethral opening with the tip of his tongue. Next, he swirled his tongue about, paying special attention to the underside of the ridge between the glans and the top of the shaft.
“Oh, Captain, my Captain,” Vision cried, burying his hands in Steve’s honey-wheat hair, pulling with just enough force, and squirming against the cold metal wall.
Captain America thrilled to the feel of Vision’s hard cock in his mouth, the huge size of it, the silky feel of the eerily realistic skin against his tongue, the way the organ filled his mouth to bursting. He attacked Vision’s sex with renewed vigor, simultaneously worshipping and consuming it. He relaxed his throat muscles, trying to get as much of the slick length as he could down his esophagus.
“You truly enjoy this, Steve Rogers…” Vision mused, somehow conveying incredulity, which elicited a muffled sound of assent and a slight nod from the kneeling Avenger.
“Now Steve,” Vision chided, “surely your mother taught you that it is impolite to speak with your mouth full.”
Since when does Mr. Frosty-Box have a sense of humor? Steve wondered. Anyway, he’ll pay for that one. Steve employed his teeth, grazing the head of Vision’s organ ever so slightly, drawing a sharp intake of breath from the android.
“I did not know such sensations existed,” Vision said, actually sounding breathy.
Captain America finally came up for air. “Aw, shucks, I bet you say that to all the cute boys.”
“Actually, you are the—oh!” Steve redoubled his efforts, going after Vision’s cock as though he had been poisoned and it contained the antidote. Vision began thrusting his hips forward, savagely fucking his fellow Avenger’s mouth, maintaining his rough grip on Cap’s hair.
“Ohh!” Vision cried, an oddly metallic shriek, as he erupted into Steve’s mouth, wave after wave of hot juices spurting forth until it dribbled down Cap’s chin.
Steve swallowed frantically. “My god,” he gasped, “that’s… delicious! Vanilla?”
“Yes, with a hint of cinnamon and orange zest. The compound also contains the vitamins, minerals, proteins, and amino acids of a complete meal.”
“You’ve thought of everything, haven’t you?” Cap queried, grinning.
“I do try to be accommodating, Steve Rogers.”
‘Accommodating’ doesn’t even begin to catch it, Steve thought. I think this is the beginning of a friendship that is not only beautiful, but delicious and nutritious too...

To be continued

Disclaimer: This is a slash fanfic of several comic book characters from the Marvel Comics title The Avengers. This story is purely fictitious and is purely for entertainment purposes. Feedback and constructive criticism are always welcome and appreciated.

“Hey, Vision, do you think you could take a look at—“ Steve Rogers, better known as Captain America, strode into the laboratory and stopped cold, nearly dropping the laptop clutched in his red-gauntleted hands.
“Yes, Steve?” rang out the faintly metallic, oddly inflectionless voice of the android Vision.
Well, that certainly gives new meaning to the term ‘Vision’, Cap thought wryly.
“I am sorry, Steve, but I am not sure I understand your meaning.”
Instantly, Captain America felt his cheeks ignite, surely glowing brightly enough to light the room. He certainly hadn’t intended to make that last comment out loud! “Umm, it’s just an expression…” he trailed off lamely.
“Oh, I see. You were creating a pun, playing off my name—Vision—and the idiomatic ‘vision,’ as in ‘a vision of loveliness.’ While I am by no means an expert on the subject, Steve, I believe your wordplay was rather clever.”
“Yes, well,” Steve began, face glowing as fiercely as ever, “I was just wondering if… you see, Hank Pym is on vacation, and…” he stalled, nervously hefting the laptop from hand to hand, “My computer’s on the fritz, and—why are you naked, by the way?”
“My suit was damaged during our recent encounter with Mephisto, and I am attempting to repair it. I fear, however, that it will require Dr. Pym’s attentions.”
“Really,” Cap replied, clearing his throat twice, “what happened?” He wasn’t sure he cared at all; in fact, Steve was profoundly uncomfortable and wished to beat a hasty retreat, but at the same time he was oddly transfixed by the not-quite-human at whose side he had fought many a battle.
“As you know, my body suit is rather remarkable in terms of molecular structure. It repels stains, matches the phase shifts in my body, and is even capable of making minor repairs on itself. However, the prolonged exposure to the intense heat and magical energies of Mephisto’s realm, coupled with the direct blows I sustained, have destabilized the fragile chemical bonds of the fabric, causing it to lose cohesion.”
“Actually,” Steve said, laptop now completely forgotten, “I didn’t realize that you wore clothing at all. I thought the costume was simply part of your body.”
“A logical assumption, as the suit clings to me like a second skin… although that may be a misnomer, as, technically speaking, I don’t have a first skin.” Vision made several short, hollow sounds at this—what Steve presumed was the android’s version of laughter. Come to think of it, every word that Vision spoke sounded like it was coming out of a tin can.
“I also didn’t realize,” Cap added bashfully, allowing his eyes to quickly dart over Vision’s solid chest, the musculature of his abdomen, and especially the slight curve of his thick, long sex, the same pale cream color as the rest of his body, “that you were so, ah, anatomically correct.”
“I have often wondered why Ultron took such pains in crafting me, to make me so human-like—physiologically, my body is nearly identical to that of any human being, save only that I have no hair and my digestive system does not function.”
“Yeah, I mean, the human features certainly weren’t necessary for the purpose he created you for.”
“After reading numerous psychological treatises, I have determined that the most likely motivation for Ultron to construct me as he did was a desire for me to share in the angst he felt at being sentient, but not truly human. For however much Ultron may deride and scorn the human race that created him, I know that, in the deepest core of his being, he wishes to be human.”
“Well, Ultron may be a misanthrope and a murdering psychopath, but I certainly can’t fault his craftsmanship,” Cap rejoined, stealing another glance at the android’s nude physique.
“Does my form arouse you, Steve Rogers?” Like everything Vision said, the question was neutral, without the slightest hint of value judgment, yet still it alarmed the erstwhile Captain.
“No! Of course not!”
“Your rapid pulse, dilated pupils, and elevated levels of adrenaline and endorphins would suggest otherwise, Steve. Also,” Vision added with something approaching a grin, “the form-fitting nature of your Captain America costume belies your words.”
Cap’s face flared crimson anew as he realized that the outline of his rapidly hardening cock was clearly visible against the leg of his star-spangled spandex. “I-it’s not like that at all,” Cap muttered thickly, “I just… that is, artistically speaking…”
“I may only be a synthezoid, Steve Rogers, but I am programmed to experience the full gamut of human sensation and emotion. I can certainly tell the difference between aesthetic appreciation and carnal desire.”
“Listen, I just came to get my computer fixed! Can you help me or not?”
“As you wish, Captain America. I am always at your service.” While there was no perceptible change in the pitch or tone of Vision’s faintly mechanical voice, still Cap sensed a note of disapproval—perhaps even sorrow or disappointment—in his teammate’s words.
Vision deftly took the laptop from Steve’s quivering hands and powered it on. After a moment, a thin beam of blue light sprang from the gem in the android’s forehead and connected to the device. “You seem to have contracted a computer virus. I should have your system restored and at peak operating efficiency within the next two to three minutes.”
“Thanks. Listen, do you really have to be naked?”
“I have already explained why I am not clothed. Shame is an emotion that I find to be both highly illogical and extremely unproductive, so I have eschewed it from my programming.”
“If only it were that easy for the rest of us,” Cap muttered darkly.
“Perhaps you would feel more at ease if you were to remove your clothing as well, Steve Rogers.” It could very well be only his imagination, but Cap could swear that Vision’s tone was somehow colder than usual.
“I don’t think so, friend. You see—“ faster than thought, Vision crossed the short space intervening between them and clamped his mouth down upon Captain America’s, cutting off the hollow words of protest. Cap struggled for only a fraction of a second before yielding to the surprisingly warm, soft lips. The kiss lasted for a lifetime, each one seemingly trying to drain the very essence of the other as their tongues struggled for dominance, and a conduit of raw energy seemed to ebb and flow between them.
Finally, Cap broke the circuit, gasping for air.
“I do forget from time to time about you humans’ need to breathe—“ this time it was Steve’s turn to take charge, and he did so with gusto, lunging in for another ferocious kiss. At the same time, his leather-gloved hands groped Vision’s synthetic body frantically, trying to find some purchase, until one settled upon the android’s prodigious cock, which was already adamantium-hard and quivering, and the other cupped his buttocks.
While maintaining the liplock, Steve began to expertly stroke Vision’s organ with a twisting motion, first applying light pressure, then harder. He paused only long enough to remove his gauntlets, then redoubled his efforts, his right hand pumping Vision’s cock with renewed fury, his left delicately tracing the eerily realistic opening of the android’s nether orifice.
Maddened by his comrade’s attention, Vision ripped Cap’s mask off and grabbed a double handful of the honey-straw hair beneath, at the same time nipping at his earlobe and the junction of neck and shoulder, causing Steve to utter a series of low moans.
Soon, Vision was thrusting and grinding into Steve’s hand with wild abandon, and Steve thrilled to the sensation of Vision’s huge organ in his fist, thrilled at knowing that he was causing the android to feel this intense pleasure. He could feel his own painfully rigid sex straining against the material of his costume, and knew he would have to deal with it soon, but at this moment, only the Vision, his ecstasy, his magnificently constructed cock, existed.
“Oh!” Vision gasped out, the first truly human sound that Steve had ever heard him utter, and suddenly Steve’s fist was gloved in a hot sheath of synthetic seed. At that moment, Captain America, defender of freedom and avatar of justice, was swept away by the torrent of Vision’s pleasure and lost control of his body. The orgasm (the first hands-free one he had ever had) tore through him like shrapnel, causing every nerve ending to cry out at once. His limbs shook, his sight darkened, and a piercing scream escaped his plump red lips.
The two heavily-muscled Avengers collapsed on one another, Cap’s cock continuing to spasm, firing jet after jet of magma into the growing wet spot in his pants. He felt as though he were reliving every orgasm he’d ever experienced, with a commensurate payload. It almost looks like I’ve pissed myself, he thought wryly. And, it looks like I can add another definition to ‘Vision’—revelation, prophecy. I can’t wait to see what the future has in store…

To be continued…

I wrote Good Friends and I thought I would write something else. I hope you guys enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Just as a by the way it really turns me on when you guys tell me how you got horny over my story and cummed. So if this story did that for you please tell me in detail.

It was Brads bachelor party tonight. He was only twenty-five and getting married already. I had organised for the six of us guys to go out for drinks then come back to my place. Later than night I had ordered a stripper, but was not sure how Brad would feel about it. After a night of moderate drinking (none of us were looking to get drunk) we crashed back at my place. I set the guys up in the living room with some drinks and some music on.

At about 11:30 I heard a knock on the door and knew it was the stripper arriving. I quickly got up and answered the door."Hey" I said to the stripper who introduced herself as "Crystal". "The groom to be is in the living room". We walked into the living room and all the guys got exited and started hooting. I checked to make sure there were plenty of drinks then gave Crystal a nod as if to say go ahead.

Everyone was looking intensley at Crystal as she danced and stripped to the music. She was very young and fit. Her breasts a decent size without being too big. Once she had taken off her top half and bra I could see the guys were interested. She started moving closer to everyone rubbing her body a bit against everyone especially Brad. I soon noticed some of the guys rubbing at there crotches where they were obviously starting to grow hard. After another thorty minutes of stripping, teasing and lapdances Crystal announced that the time was up and she had to leave. I paid, with a generous tip, and said thanks.

When I got back into the room I could see everyone had obvious erections and were almost bursting out of their pants. I sat down and we started chatting. I started talking about Crystal, trying to keep the guys hard. I began rubbing my cock through my pants. Eventually Brad, to my right, began doing the same, then James to my left began. Tony, Dan, and Pat all began rubbing on the couch opposite us as well.

Brad leaned forward and took a sip from the beer on the coffee table in between the two couches. As he sat back is button came undone. He began to rub his cock through his underwear now, a obious outline visible to everyone. I quickly undid by button and fly, everyone copied. Soon we were all rubbing our decent sized erections through the fabric of our underwear. I decided to move things along, I slipped of my shirt, stood up and pulled down my jeans. I was now sitting there in my boxers rubbing my cock. Everyone followed suit except for Dan who didn't bother leaving his underwear on and just got totally naked. As he was sitting back down I could see that his stiff cock was about seven inches erect and he had fully shaved his pubic hair.

We sat jerking our cocks like this for a further five minutes. No one quite ready to get totally naked yet. I saw Tony opposite me pull off his constricting briefs and sit down with his rather modest five inch cock. His pubes were neatly trimmed. I took off my boxers showing my seven and half inches of rock hard cock with neatly trimmed pubes. Brad, James, and Pat took off theire varying types of underwear and sat back down. We were all totally naked and I could see everyones cocks. I was probably the biggest of the group (and the only one that was uncut), although not huge, and was happy with that. Everyone else was probably averaging at about six inches, excpet for Dan. Everyone else had lightly trimmed their pubes except for Brad who had left naturaly and bushy. This was the first time I had seen any of the guys naked. Everyone was athletic and had well defined muscles. Decent upper body with well proported legs and muscular thighs.

After another few minutes of just jerking off and listening to the music Brad said, "You got any lube? It's getting a bit dry down there"

"Yeh sure. I forgot you need more when your cut" I stood up and made sure everyone could see my cock, "Do you guys want some as well?" Everyone said yes so I walked out of the room. I walked to the bathroom and grabbed some of my lube from the drawer. I hadn't used it in a while. As I reached the door the the living room I heard Dan start to speak. I stopped, wanting to know what he said, "He has a nice size hey? Wonder what it feels like bein' uncut"

"Ask him" Said Tony

I waited a few moments so they wouldn't think I had overheard and walked into the room. I passed the lube around after putting a tiny bit on my hand. Everyone took some. I could see that Brad was far more comfortable jerking off with his shaft and head well lubed. After a few minutes Dan said "Do you like being uncut?"

"I don't know. I suppose. Don't really know any different. I would like to try being cut for a day" I replied

Dan sat back and seemed to be thinking about my answer. He then said, "Well I can give you the next best thing" He seemed embaressed and hesitant.

"Oh yeh, whats that?" I said, already expecting what he is going to say.

"You can touch mine"

I pretended to hesitant but had already made up my mind. "OK. If your alright with that I can't see why not" I got up, grabbed one of the cushions from the couch and put it on the coffee table in the middle of the two couches where the six of use were jerking off. "Why don't you sit their so we have more room" He sat on the coffee table and lent back spreading his legs a bit. I knelt inbetween his legs. His circumsised cock was pointing directly upward and looked so hard and good. He reached out and touched the base. Then I slowly took a firm grip. I ran my hand up and down his cock, paying special attention to just under the head. I could tell he was enjoying this because he kept moaning lightly every now and then.

Out of the corner of my eye I could see the others were paying special attention. They would have a perfect view from where they were sitting, that had been the idea. I was concentrating hard on jerking Dan off making comments now and then about the difference between my cock and his. I loved to feel his head and massage it gently with my fingers.

"Can I feel yours?" Dan said, I think he was getting close to cumming and didn't want to right now.

"Yeh sure" We swapped positions. Now I was sitting on the coffee table, everyone watching Dan stroke my cock. It took him a while to get his technique right. He stroked for a couple of minutes, and like me, made comments about the differences. He stopped for a couple of seconds and pulled my foreskin the whole way back. He grabbed some lube and put mmore on his hand. He stroked the underside of my head and the part of my shaft that is normally covered with foreskin. It felt so good, and I told him so.

"it feels really nice" Said Dan to me, "You guys should have a feel" He said to the others who were all watching intently.

"OK" said James very quickly, obviously eager. He swapped positions with Dan and began to jerk me off. Everyone took it in turns. Each hand job felt better than the last. Eventually everyone had rubbed my cock.

"I think I need to rest for a bit. You guys want to hit the pool?" I said. We had been going at it for forty minutes. My cock was beginning to redden.

"Umm...I didn't bring anything to swim in" Said Pat.

"Don't be silly, we are naked anyway. Why would we bother with clothes"

We all got up our cocks still fully erect, with me leading the group of us athletic, muscular naked guys.



Continued in Part Two

This happened a few months ago in a city I won't mention. It was a Friday or Saturday night, me and a few friends were going out to some club, I can't remember the name of it now... I was wearing the black pants which you have seen in my pictures. I remember my dick being soft when I went into the place but still that is about 9 inches hanging soft and pretty obvious anyway. For a while we just looekd around, there were loads of hot women dancing everywhere, it was great to watch, I wasn't soft for long. There was one Asian girl, Korean I think but she had great big boobs and the clothes she was wearing was showing them off to full potential and she knew it. She had these skin tight pants on showing the sexiest legs ever - oh it was good. I was about to approach her when I realised she as coming over to me with her eyes firmly in my crotch area as she came walking over. I was semi-hard then so it was pretty obvious even inm the darkness of the nightclub. I was just looking her up and down too as she got
closer. She just came up to me and said 'Hi' not like in all these fiction stories I have read - where they say stuff like - ' Take me to your house and bang me to death with that huge monster cock of yours' It was just a 'Hi' but it was a great 'Hi', she had the greatest smile and seeing those boobs so close up made me hard just about instantly, which I am sure she noticed. We talked a bit and danced for a bit - after a minute or two she was starting in on the grinding which I was all for of course I was fully hard then and she was rubbing herself all over it and enjoying every minute of it. A few times her hands slipped down just to have a feel and I was getting great handfuls of her ass at the same time so it was all good. She was getting more and more turned on feeling my hot hard cock, I knew it was only a matter of time until she wanted to go somewhere... A few minutes later she whispered in my ear 'let's go' that was all I was waiting for haha we left there and went out to my car and got in, as
soon as we got in, she started undoing my fly and trying to get my pants down as fast as she could. This is the type of girl I like, not scared to get what they want ! She got my pants down to my knees so my huge dick was sticking straight out over the edge of the seat, she immediately tried to suck it but she couln't get the whole head in her mouth (only 4 or 5 women have ever been able to take the whole head) But she had a great time for about 5 minutes just kissing it and licking it and getting me warmed up for what I knew was coming. I was so hard by that point I could have snapped a piece of wood in half with it haha. I got her top off and her great boobs were there in front of me - and even better - they were 100% all real which was amazing because they were perfect , I was sure they were implants but they were not ! Amazing. I couldn't decide if we should try and do it in the car or outside, I thought it would be safer in the car an warmer so we stayed. She took all her clothes off and I took off my
pats fully and I ate her out for about 10 minutes to get her even more wet than she already was. She came about 3 times just from that and then I attempted to get into position. I got the head against her and very slowly edged in as I licked her great nipples, after I got the head in (which took about 5 minutes) it was easier to get the rest in since it is wider than the rest of it, unlike some other women I have had she was pretty quiet, I was expecting some screaming and moaning but there was very little, some but hardly any, I think she as just too in awe of what was happening to even make a sound. After about 10 minutes I had about 8 inches inside of her and was giving her long slow strokes and she came again, and again and again , I picked up the pace after a while as I really wanted to get out of the car as it was really not that comfortable and I could feel a cramp coming soon if I didn't move soon. I picked up the pace and probably had 9-10" strokes going by then, she started making more noise then
but still quiet compared to others. I started pounding her harder and harder and felt her come at least another 3 or 4 times as I was doing that, I think all up she took 11 inches of me which is pretty damn good I gotta admit. About this time she reached down to feel how much more was left and then I noticed a moan Well I could have gone much longer but had to get out of the car before I cramped up so I just pounded away for another 5 minutes faster and faster until I came, everytime I shot, her whole body twitched like electricity or something it was just that powerful. I pulled out before things got too messy, and we cleaned up. She was different after, when I first saw her she was in control and was gonna get what she wanted but now after she had gotten it she knew I was the one with the power. It was funny really. Well we saw each other for about a year just for sex which was great until I moved away. Everytime I go back there we have some fun if she is available and just stay in bed for like 3
days catching up haha

Well there is my first little attempt at a story- this a

HERE IT IS: MY NEW SERIES "Escapade"
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Abby:
All my life I wanted a horse. It's not like our family couldn't afford one we were rich. I wanted one since I was a little girl. A nice big brown one. My dad said it's too much to take care of for a horse. I didn't care. So they made me watch videos and read books on all the things necessary in order to take care of a horse. There was the washing and brushing, the feeding, the riding, the cleaning out its manure, the disgusting horse smell. Let alone it being dangerous. We had the money and the room. For my 16th birthday I got a brand new Mercedes. I still wanted a horse. I've always been a spoiled bitch. On my 18th birthday, I got a brand new house. I still kind of wanted a horse. For my graduation present, I GOT A HORSE! Along with my horse though I got a nice ranch-hand to take care of it. A tall, muscular, dark skinned, dark hair, and brown eyes stud in his mid 20's. I didn't want the horse anymore I wanted him. Most of my summer after graduation I would go "riding" but not the horse. My parents didn't have the slightest clue. He always thought I was cute. Justin, his name was. He had a 7 inch cock but it was the fattest cock I ever saw. I saw alot of cocks. I practically gave the whole football team bj's and hj's. They always wanted to get into my pussy but I was saving myself, apparently for Justin. I knew he was into me from the start. The one day I wore a really tight short skirt. I asked him for help getting on my horse. He grabbed me by the legs and lifted me up. I knew he was looking under my skirt.
"You liked what you saw didn't you?" I asked.
He blushed. And smiled. His beautiful white teeth. "Yeah". He said smirking.
He was like a little kid. I hoped down from the horse and started massaging his chest. Oh it was fucking hard. He worked out everyday. Not just in the gym I saw him lifting those bails of hay. I unzippered his pants and pulled my skirt down. His fat cock was hard in an instant and we rode away.

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Jason:
Katie and I have been going out since we've met back in 9th grade. I think we are set for life. I love Katie. She loves me. We're going to the same college and everything. A bunch of my friends are. Even Katie's rich bitch best friend Abby. I guess you can say I'm an average guy. I was on the swim team all they way up to my senior year. Swim team was awesome. I'm not gay and I'm not bi, jeez me and Katie fuck almost everynight. But the swim team was fun. My best friend Jared was on the swim team with me. That was the best. Unfortunatly he didn't join until our senior year. He really sucked and needed alot of practice at swimming. So I decided to stay after practices and help him. Everybody left and the coach said make sure we lock up after the showers. I always thought Jared was kind of gay. I was sure he was gay that one day after practice.
"Alright you're improving. Now lets go hit the showers." I said getting out of the pool. He followed right behind. I always couldn't help but to notice that Jared always had a huge bulge. Was he always horny? Or was his dick that big? I had to go take a piss and I heard Jared come into the door and start the showers. From where the bathrooms are I couldn't see him but as soon as I was done I turned and saw him standing there naked in the shower.
"What are you doing?"
"Hey what do you care, we're alone and I can finally bathe nude for once."
I just shrugged my shoulders and got into the shower head across from him. After about 5 mins. I decided to strip down to. I let my cock flop out. I really didn't notice his until I decided to glance over. His was thick and big. It was 6 inches soft. Mine was 6 inches hard. It hung at 2 1/2 inches especially from getting out of the cold pool. Embarrassed I let the hot water run over my dick and tight scrotum to warm it up. I closed my eyes and I saw Katie. I washed myself down and started rubbing my cock. Instantly, it got hard. I opened my eyes. Jared was right next to me. His cock was hard to and he was beating off. I started to beat off.
"Do you wanna see who can shoot the farthest?" I said.
"Yeah." He said. Moments later. "Did you ever wanna know what it felt like to suck a cock?"
"Not really considering I'm not gay." I said. But really I have thought about it once or twice. I thought about having a cock up my tight hole too. I haven't had sex with Katie for about 2 week either. She got a new job and our schedule was tight. "I am really horny though" I said. And without another word he got down on his knees and took my whole cock in his mouth. It felt good so good, better than Katie, he was a pro. I pulled him off. I didn't want to cum yet. I got down on my knees and did the same to him. Once or twice my teeth got in the way but it was okay. I got down on all fours like a dog and told him to fuck me right there in the hot showers. I didn't know what was wrong with me that day. So far since then we never spoke of it or did anything like it, but I would go for it again. There was no other feeling like it. I know I'm not gay.

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Tia:
I'm done with highschool. I'm so fucking happy. It's over. And off to college with my best buds. I'm so glad we all decided to go to the same college it's gonna be so cool. I've grown up in the worst part of our town. The part with drugs and usually where the murders go on. I was a good kid though. The best kid from that part of town. And I was a hot bitch. I had nice tits. They were a C cup but they were nice. Big nipples. A nice, shaved, tight pussy and a bootylicious ass. You think they guys would be all over me, oh don't get me wrong they were, but I like the pussy myself. Yes I'm a lesbian. A dyke, a carpet muncher, call me whatever you want. I always got picked on in school. I wasn't the macho mainly lesbo though. I was a nice young girl, tea parties, barbies (that whore was hot), the mall. I did it all. I don't know guys didn't appeal to me. I had a lot of guy friends but I didn't want there meat. My first experience with a guy was when I was 17. He went to college and we were dating for a month. At this time I wasn't really sure yet if I was gay or straight. He was good looking. He had a nice cock. But I wasn't into him. A couple months later I met up with this nice hot chick. That was my first lesbian experience. I loved it. The taste and smell oh the look of pussy drove me nuts. I ate her wet juicy pussy, and she ate me. We fingered eachother and used our dildos. It was a fucking hot experience. I knew I was a lesbian from there. She moved away from town and I didn't get to see her much after that. We stopped calling eachother and talking. I hope to find another chick in college.



Look for Part 1 - Cumming this Monday.

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Steve went to stay at Dan's that night after his "session" with Jason.
Dan and Steve were in Dan's room lieing on the bed looking at the ceiling and talking.
"Wasn't it great? I told you Jason was good." said Dan.
"It was okay." Steve replied, "but he's kinda a jerk"
"Well yeah, he's awesome though. Hey enjoy it while you can; we leave for college next week."
"I know, it's too bad."
"Yeah I wish we could have done this years ago."
"Yeah." Steve said adjusting his crotch. Dan noticed. The big muscular stud was in his boxers and undershirt. He sat up and leaned on one elbow. Steve looked at him. Then he looked at Dan's crotch, he saw the stallion starting to make a tent in his boxers. Steve looked back at Dan, and then into his eyes. Dan leaned in and kissed him on the lips. It was a gentle kiss. A kiss that gave Steve an immediate erection. Dan's warm lips and breath were gently massaging Steve's. Dan stopped.
"I have something to tell you." Dan whispered.
"What's that?" Steve replied in the same tone.
"I think...I mean I'm pretty sure I'm bisexual." Dan blushed and looked away he sat up facing the rear of Steve.
Steve put his hand on Dan's big shoulder. "Dude it's okay. I've always liked girls but lately I get off to guys. I think I might be bi too."
Dan turned around with a big smile on his face. "Really?"
"Yeah dude."
Dan leaned and kissed Steve. This time much more passionate, with heavy breath he stuck his tounge into Steve's mouth. They kissed. Steve pushed him back slightly. "What's wrong?" Dan asked.
"I wanna tell you something."
"OKay sure." Dan said smiling.
"I think, well I think I love you." Steve said trembling. He'd never been so scared in his life. Why he was scared he didn't know. "I only wanna be with you."
"That's amazing." Dan said and a tear fell from his eye. "Now look what you made me do you ass, you're making me cry." Dan said laughing as he got up to go to his bathroom. Seconds later he came out with a tissue wiping his eye and a XL condom in his hand. "I love you to Steve. I wanna be with you. I wanna love you. Especially right now."

Steve was still sore and tired from Jason but he would go any day with Dan. Steve stood up and took off his boxers and shirt. Dan did the same also. Pulling down his boxers and letting his schlong flop. There was the huge monster. Steve was so excited. Dan gently put on the condom and walked towards Steve on the bed. Steve was ready. Dan grabbed some near-by lube on the night stand and rubbed in nice and gently around Steve's rectum. Steve let out a pleasureful sigh. Dan grabbed a hold of his tanker and gently touched the entrance of his anus.
"Ready, baby?" Dan asked.
"Fuck yeah." Steve grinned. Dan entered. It hurt Steve, but he wanted it bad. It also felt so fucking good. "Go all in."
"No I couldn't." Dan said, slightly moving his body back and forth.
"Yes. You must I need all of you in me." Steve said breathing hard.
And Dan did as his lover said. He went in totally and completely the feeling was amazing. He wanted to ride him hard and fast, but knew that he would severely hurt his lover and friend. Gently and slowly after time he built up speed as he fucked him. Every time he went in Steve would let out a big sigh or an "ugh" sound. The feeling of pleasure.

Dan leaned in towards Steve as Steve was on the edge of the bed on his back. Dan's abs tightened as he came in on Steve. They were face to face. They kissed. They massaged eachother's tounges as Dan gently rode Steve.
"I'm ready to pull out" Dan said
"Okay." Steve whispered in lust. He grabbed Dan's cock and slide it out of his ass. Steve got up off the bed and squated down and then back up and tightened his ass cheeks. He was good. Dan was unrolling the condom from his member as he sat on the bed. Steve came over and straddled Dan.
"You're my big man. And I want you all to myself." Steve said.
"Oh you've got me baby." And they kissed again. As they were kissing Steve thought of their life, their friendship, his life how this one night would change everything. He didn't care though he was with the one he wanted he knew in his heart.
Steve went down lower and attempted to suck on Dan's cock, once again only fitting part of it in. He did the best he could until his mouth got tired. He then jerked Dan's monster cock and massaged his loose balls and sac occasionly rubbing his forefinger around Dan's rectum.
Dan was ready to cum. He told Steve. Steve got down on the floor and sat there. Dan stood up and he came all over Steve's face and chest. Steve took his hand and rubbed it around and then licked the leftover off. He was use to the taste now and enjoyed it.

Dan got down and grabbed a hold of Steve's snake. He then took it in his mouth. Steve just got off at looking at Dan. His muscular hot body was so tone and sexy. He was like a god and he was all Steve's. Steve was ready to cum in minutes. And Dan took it all in as a favor to Steve.
"I don't mind that I eat your cum."
Steve smiled and kissed him. They took some towels and wiped eachother down.
"I'll get a shower tomorrow." Dan said. It was already 2:00 in the morning.
"I'll get one with you." Steve replied smiling.

The both crawled into Dan's bed, naked and under the covers. For a bit the explored eachtoher. Just kissing and touching and carressing eachother's body parts and sensitive spots. Eventually they fell asleep together in eachother's arms.

The next week went by quickly occasionly getting together and sleeping over at eachother's houses. Neither of them told anyone that they were in love or bisexual.
Dan and Steve were off to college. Roommates even. They had the next four years to be together and eventually maybe they will be ready to tell someone. For now they had eachtoher and that's all they needed.

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In the pool we really didn't do too much more than in my room. It was still amazing, we were both exhausted though. Dan went home that night and told me he'd call me later. I did alot of thinking that day. I don't know. I kind of felt guilty and hated myself. I never wanted to do it again. But yet, there was a little tiny piece of me that was craving for more.
Later that night, Dan called. "So what are you up to?" He said in a low whisper. I could tell that this was his like "horny" voice, when ever he talked like this he must have been doing something sexual.
"Nothing really." I said casually.
"Oh." He said. "I'm stroking my meat."
I laughed. "About today, what happened? I mean we've been friends since we were freshman, why didn't you ever tell me you wanted to do that."
There was some silence. "I really don't know. I was in the mood, I mean I didn't jack off for a few days, and I just wanted to give it a try. We were alone and getting undressed and I just thought what the hell. If you were against why did you do it?"
I could tell that I offended him. "Oh no dude I loved it I wanna do it again." I stopped I couldn't believe I just said that. "I mean it was an...amazing experience."
"Yeah well I'm glad you liked it." He said in his whisper again. "I want you to meet my buddy Jason from the football team."
"The one you gave the bj to?" I asked eagerly.
"Yeah him." He said and then moaning.
"I already met him." I replied starting to get hard.
"Yeah well I want you to really meet him. Like meet his meat." He said laughing.
I laughed to and unzipped my pants. "Are you really jacking off?"
"Hell yeah." He said, moaning.
"Cool." I said, starting to stroke my cock. We both talked the next 20 minutes about random shit, mostly about the next time we'd "experiment" again, and we both stayed on the line until the other one came.

The next day I met up with Dan and Jason at our local Coffee Shop. We found a deserted table in the back where we could get privacy.
"So, long time no see Steve." Jason said to me.
"Yeah." I said. I really wasn't too acquainted with him.
"Dan told me about your session yestarday. Pretty cool, huh?"
"I guess so, yeah." I said.
Jason leaned in closer, "Dan said your interested in doing some stuff with me."
I felt like I was making a drug deal. "Yeah maybe." I said uncomfortably. "Are you gay?" I asked Jason.
"What? Fuck no." He said loudly. I shished him to be quiet. "No, you fucking idiot, I fucked more girls then I could even count."
"Then why do you wanna be with me." I asked.
"Because Dan told me your cock was huge, and just because you do that stuff doesn't make you gay. Didn't you ever hear of experimenting?"
"Yeah." I said smiling. I felt reasured and comforted by what he said.
"Well?" Jason said. "When do you wanna get together?"
"Oh, I dunno. Not at my house, at least not anytime soon."
"Dude, me and Christie just broke up, and I'm fucking horny. So how about tonight and we'll drive somewhere? Come to my house at like 7."
"Yeah sure. Sounds good. Will Dan be there?" I looked to Dan, he has been quiet this whole time.
"Probably not. And besides I'll be too fucking stoned to care anyways."
We all laughed and left the cafe. I went home and got ready for tonight.

Parents were out. And my sister was a work. I guess Jason could have come over, but I wasn't sure. I grabbed my wallet and my cell. My wallet had a condom in it. I grabbed my keys and headed out the front door. It was a warm night, probably in the 70's. I got into my car and drove away. Jason only lived a mile away. I pulled up to his house and he was in his red Pontiac ready to go. I parked my car behind his and got out and got into the passenger's side of his car.
"Ready?" He said.
"Hey." I said. "Yeah I'm ready." I told him buckling my seat belt. It clicked and I looked up at him. He leaned forward and kissed me. I was surprised but kissed him back. He put his hand on my crotch and squeezed my balls.
"Good." He said. "I know this great place, up by the mountains."
We drove for about 10 minutes. We went back into this dirt road and seclusive woods. There was a drop-off that you could over look into the ocean, where we were. I remembered coming here when i was little to throw rocks into the water. It's been blocked off for years because a man comitted suicide up here. Jason parked his car and turned it off. He turned and looked at me. "Well lets see it."
I unzippered my shorts and pulled them down. I wasn't wearing any underwear. My 5 1/2 inch soft cock was resting against my thigh and my big balls were sweating, despite the fact that I had shorts and no underwear on.
"Nice." He said. He placed his thumb and forefinger on my flaccid cock and starting stroking it. Suddenly it came to life. Sticking straight up in the air was my 8 inch cock. "Let's get in the back." Jason said. I took off my shirt and climbed through to the back seat. There was much more room. When he got back there he stripped down also. He was hard. His cock was about 6 or 6 1/2 inches long and it was modertly thick. Nothing like Dan's but thicker than mine. Jason leaned in towards me. He was on top of me and kissed me. He then kissed my neck. He moved down lower and kissed and sucked my nipples. Then he moved down even lower. Licking my hairline below my belly button and then my pubes. He got to my cock and kissed it. He then sucked on my loose balls. The feeling was good. I leaned back in my seat. I was so hard. Jason sucked my cock. He did it better than Dan did. He was a pro. I grabbed his head and started massaging it. Jason looked up. "Your turn." He told me. I got down low. I sucked his cock right away. This was much easier than Dan's to suck. So I sucked hard and good. I caressed his balls and sucked on them. I rubbed my hand over his black busy pubes. Licking his balls I stroked his cock and he moaned. I put his cock back in my mouth and worked my tounge. Without warning I felt this warm, salty fluid in my mouth. This dude came in my mouth! I swallowed and looked up at him.
"Sorry I didn't warn you." He said.

hey new here at LPSG and thought I'd have a go at this.

We've been friends for years, best friends actually and this was probably going to be our last (but best) summer together.
I'm Rob, I'm 6', I have brown hair and brown eyes, nice build, and an 8'' cock. Not too bad in my opinion. The friend I'm talking about is Dan. He is 5'11'', blonde hair and blue eyes, and muscular build. Now throughout highschool I dated a bit, but not enough to keep a little black book. Although, I guess like most guys, you can say I was curious about other guys. I mean during swim class in gym I'd make a few glances, ya know to compare sizes. My senior year rolled around, and soon enough so did graduation. I wanted this summer to last forevever because I really didn't want to go off to college so soon.

One day during July I asked Dan if he wanted to "hang out". Haha...at the time I didn't mean it literally. I mean we'd usually get together a couple times a month with our friends to see a movie and stuff. He asked me what are we gonna do? And I said probably go swimming in my pool.
Before I realized it, Dan arrived, and I wasn't even in my swim trunks. When he stepped out of the car I realized neither was he.
"You're getting changed here?" I asked.
"Yeah if you don't mind. I didn't know if we were gonna swim right away. And I hate being in trunks longer than I have to." He replied.
"Oh okay that's fine." I said.
He came into my house and I offered him a drink. He denied one. So I said, "Well we might as well get dressed." It was hot out that day. As we were walking up the steps to my room I realized that no one was home and sure enough Dan asked "Isn't anyone here?" and I shook my head. He replied with a simple "cool".

We got into my room and I turned to my desk with my back facing Dan. I turned around and Dan had his pants down with just his boxers on. His boxer hole was slightly open and I could barely see his cock dangling.
"Oh I'll leave." I said.
"No it's cool." Replied Dan as he pulled his boxers down. There dangling in his mid-section was a beautiful, thick 5-inch cut cock. A tight sack of balls hung below his dick and he had his pubes trimmed. He caught me staring at it. I couldn't get over how thick it was. Suddenly he put his hand on it. Now my buddy had big hands, and his hand couldn't even wrap all the way around his cock. "You'll like it?" He said. I looked up quickly and gave a simple laugh. I was blushing in the face. Then more embarrasment came. I got a hard-on. "You must really like it." He said laughing noticeing the buldge in my pants.
I sat down quickly trying to hide it. Then the cock in his hand started to swell. Holy shit, I didn't think it could get any bigger. In length it didn't too much maybe 6" but in width. This cock was thick. Now mine was long and slender nothing compared to his. It was almost as thick as a soda can.
I started to take off my pants. I thought, 'what the hell?'. Sticking out of my boxers was my 8'' cock with a little bit of pre-cum dribbling off of it. We both laughed.
"Jeez, your dick is long." Dan said.
"Yeah well your thickness is nothing compared to mine." We both smiled at eachother and laughed. He walked over towards me.
"Do you wanna touch mine?" He said in a low whisper, almost as if he didn't want someone to hear.
"Yes." I said, in the same quiet yet serious tone. My hand was trembling as I slowly moved it towards his throbbing thick cock. I grabbed in gently. It was nothing like I've ever felt before. It was so thick and it had some nice veins. I gently rubbed my finger over his longest biggest vein, and he shook a little bit. I looked up. "Sorry." I said.
"It's okay, it just tickeled". I gripped his cock the best I could and slowly started stroking it. A bit of pre-cum oozed out of the tip. As I was stroking his he gently grapped mine and started doing the same.
I stood up and took my boxers and shirt off. Standing their completely naked. He took his shirt off but left his socks on. There standing in front of me, was this hot, muscular dude, with a thick cock, and white socks. What a turn on, I thought I was gonna cum right there. A thought occured to me, I never really saw my friend like this. I mean as being sexy or hott. Maybe this was the start of something new, or just an experiment. Aren't we a little too old to experiment though? Thougts, feelings, emotions, desire raged through me all at once. But for now all I wanted was this stud. And I think he wanted the same.
He stepped closer to me. He wrapped his arms around me and we looked into eachother's eyes. He leaned forward and kissed me. He put his tounge in my mouth and I did the same. Massaging his warm tounge. We kissed for a few minutes. I could feel his cock rubbing up against my stomack the pre-cum was making my stomach wet.
"Do you wanna...?" I stopped Dan. I put my hand up to his mouth. I already new what he was thinking. I got down on my knees. I looked at his thick cock staring at me. I wasn't sure how I was going to suck it. Certainly I couldn't put the whole thing in my mouth, I mean I could try. I put my mouth on his throbbing head. I took my tounge and massaged it around tasting his pre-cum. I ran my tounge down his shaft, and back up again to the head. I then got down lower and sucked on his balls.
He shivered again. That must have tickled him. I was doing something right. I did the best I could to suck and work my tounge and mouth all around his cock. I stood up and without a word he knew what to do. He got down and easily put my cock in his mouth. He got to about less than half-way and almost gagged. My long cock must have hit the back of his throat.
"I wanted to see how far it would go." He said.
I gave him a simple smile, and titled my head back closing my eyes. I've never recieved a blow job or any kind of sex from the girls I dated. And I don't know if it was because of the great feeling of a mouth on my cock, or because this stud of a best friend was doing it.
"You're pretty good at this." I said, thinking I was gonna cum in his mouth.
He laughed, taking my cock out of his mouth. He kinda blushed. "My buddy on the football team, asked me if I'd give him one, this one day after practice."

I laughed, and thought 'hmm the myths are true.' He took my throbbing cock in his mouth working my long shaft and balls just as I did to him. After about 2 minutes though, I told him I was gonna cum.
"It's okay." He said. "Cum in my mouth." I agreed. And he began to work my shaft harder. Oh the feeling was unbelievable. I came and my cock throbbed in his mouth, he sucked my juices.
I let out this huge moan. He released my cock from his mouth and I fell onto my bed. He laughed. "So you liked it?"
I looked up at him, "Liked it? I loved it."
"Good." He said almost proud of himself, "I wanted to try that with you for awhile."
"Really?" I asked, surprised.
"Yeah. I noticed your bulge when you get hard, and figured your cock was pretty big."
"Long." I said. "Now yours..." I laughed "Is...I don't have an adjective. How do you jack off with that thing."
He laughed, "most of the time I have to use two hands." He said lying next to me. The thought of this masculine stud masturbating, and working seeing the veins in his biceps pop-out as he working his thick cock, got me hard again.
He looked at my shaft rising back to life.
"Already?" He laughed.
"It's my turn." I said. "As return for your good deeds what would you like me to do to you?"
"That's very generous." He said laughing. "I'd like to fuck you."
I looked at him "hey if you can fit it in without tearing my ass apart go right ahead."
I laid down on my stomach. He caressed my back, and my hairy ass cheeks. He spread them apart. Pretty wide, it kinda hurt. He then put them back together and asked, "It would be easier with lube, you got some?"
"Yes." I said my voice muffled in the pillow, "in the top drawer of my desk." I usually used it for masturbating. He went over to the drawer and pulled it open. Inside he found lube and some porn magazines, one of them was a gay porn. He picked it up, "Where'd you get this?"
I looked up, "Oh I got it on-line." I blushed, my friend probably thought I was a fag.
"That's fucking awesome. Get me one." He said.
I smiled and turned back facing my bed. He rubbed the lube all over my ass cheeks and then he gently moved his hand inside to where my asshole was, spreading my cheeks apart. Dan then rubbed alot of lube all over his enormous cock, using both hands.
"Ready?" He said.
"Wait." I turned to look at him, "aren't you gonna use a condom?"
"Dude it's okay. Trust me I was tested." He said in an assuring voice.
"Alright." I said turning to my pillow again, and thought there probably wasn't a condom big enough to fit his cock. He'd have to use a balloon. "I'm ready." I said. Gently his head touched the tip of my anal hole. It felt so nice. He pushed, using all his man force to pass the entry of my ass. He was in. I let out a slight groan, kind of a painful one. He went in a little deeper. And 1/3 of his cock was in my ass.
"That's all the further I'm gonna go. I don't wanna hurt you." He said.
"Thank you." I said, squinting.
Slowly and gradually he pumped his cock in my ass. It was an awkward feeling but from the noises he was making, it must of felt good to him.
"Ohh." He exclaimed, "ohh fuck." He worked my ass, going a little faster now. "Ohh fuck yeah." He said louder. After about 3 or 4 minutes, he said he was going to cum. "Cum on my stomach or in my mouth." I said. I wasn't really into the idea yet of him cumming in my ass. He pulled out, and I was relieved. Then he turned me over not using much force. He gripped his cock with both hand and gave it 5 quick strokes. He came all over my stomach. And let out a loud groan. I took my finger and put it in his large load on my stomach. I tasted it. It was good, and salty.
"So..." He said. As we got our trunks on. "You wanna do that again in the pool?"

Popular and self-assured, 18-year old Aaron Zimmerman was one of the best looking guys in his high school senior class. A life-long sports fanatic who played on the varsity basketball and track team, Aaron didn’t have the time or the patience for a girlfriend, but with his olive-skinned complexion, dark wavy hair and confident attitude, he was certainly on many girls’ most wanted list. He stood just less than six feet tall and weighed a lean 168 pounds; there was not an ounce of fat on Aaron, who swam and lifted on a regular basis.

His twin sister, Sarah, was cute as well, and also enjoyed sports, though she wasn’t as intense about them as her brother. But she did play on the girl’s varsity field hockey team at school, and her closest friend was her eternally cheerful teammate, Judy. Judy stood about 5’8” and weighed close to 140 pounds, all of it pretty solid. Hardly a small girl but not unattractive and very outgoing, Judy was one of those upbeat athletic types who didn’t wear much makeup and let her ordinary brown hair fall straight and naturally. She’d never been the type to read the girly magazines to find out how to dress just so and act feminine, but she certainly liked boys.

Most of all, Judy adored Aaron, and loved the time she spent at Sarah’s house – always hoping to catch a glimpse of her friend’s hunky brother in their pool, or changing after school. Aaron thought Judy was a nobody, as did most of the guys at high school, unfortunately. Judy knew this. Aaron tried to be nice to her, but he really didn’t have the time for her and sometimes she plain and simply annoyed the hell out of him – and he would let her know it with a snide remark or dirty look.

But one Friday night Sarah invited Judy to sleep over. Aaron and Sarah’s parents were away at a conference for the weekend. Aaron planned on getting some food with a friend or two after school and being in bed early, because he wanted to get up at 7 to do a little exercising before playing a game of pickup football with several of the guys Saturday morning.

The girls rented a couple movies after school and headed home. They made salads and some popcorn and did what it is that girls usually do at a slumber party: gossip about their friends and enemies, talk about boys, eat, watch movies. At some point in the evening Judy lit up a joint and the two girls got high as a kite.

After burgers and a cruise around town, Aaron got in around 9pm and headed straight to his room. He heard the girls yell “Hello!” to him from the den. He hollered back “Hey!” and then just shut his door.

Aaron flicked on his TV, stripped down to his boxers and got under the covers. He called a friend to make sure they still had enough guys for Saturday’s game, then watched ESPN for less than an hour. He could hear the girls laughing all the way from his bedroom – they sounded goofy – but it didn’t bother him. He had always slept like a rock, just like his sister. An earthquake could hardly wake either of them. Aaron set his alarm for 8am and dozed off, sleeping on his back as usual.

Hours later, Aaron was dreaming…dreaming of school…a sudden breeze in the classroom, like someone pulling the curtain away from the window...now raising his hand in class….raising both hands…both of his hands?...was nobody paying attention?...it was a dream…a dream…both hands in the air, the teacher ignoring him…his desk was shrinking now…felt tight on his legs…his desk was getting very tight on his legs…nobody was paying attention, he wanted to lower his hands…but they stayed up…he tried to shift his legs, but could not…so tight…

Aaron started to stir from his dream reluctantly, feeling pressure on his legs, emerging from a deep, deep sleep, not at all aware what was going on… still foggy. Then…a giggle! Someone was there! Who? What was happening?!? Suddenly alarmed, Aaron was quickly completely awake and tried to sit up – but his wrists were locked to the metal bed frame behind and above his head!

“OW! What the hell?!” he sputtered, as the headboard clattered behind him, holding him in place. “Judy?”

Aaron’s blankets were off and Judy was sitting on his thighs. He could barely make her out, but it was definitely Judy, wearing a dark tee shirt and a pair of lighter shorts. Her knees were locked midway up his thighs, her bare feel pressed against his calves. His eyes were adjusting to the darkness and he looked over at the lighted clock on his nightstand. It was just after 4am.

“Hi Aaron. Don’t bother yelling. Your sister is passed out downstairs,” Judy said. “Besides, you won’t want her to see you like this. Just relax and enjoy it.”

“Enjoy WHAT?! See me like what?? What’s going on??” Aaron was confused and still getting his bearings, pulling against the soft but snug rubber cuffs that secured his hands to the headboard.

“I am going to make you cum, and there’s nothing you can do about it,” Judy said it so calmly, so sure of herself, like the way he usually sounded when he was talking to her.

“HUH? What, what do you mean…” Aaron’s usually confident voice quivered and he tried harder to break free, rattling the bed frame, to absolutely no avail. He could move his feet at the ankle, but he couldn’t move his legs at all, and his arms were useless as well.

“You heard me,” she said lasciviously. “Come on, what’s the big deal anyway? This will be fun for you!”

“What? Is this a joke?! This isn’t funny! Now, come on, let me up Judy!”

Judy just chuckled and said, “No, no joke Aaron…” as she traced her fingers along his tight stomach, over his chest, across his ribs. “You’re such a handsome young man. I’ve always dreamed of this.”

“Dreamed of what? What are you talking about?!” he said, afraid that he knew but not even wanting to consider the naked truth.

“Oh you know,” she said, resting her hands on his belly. “Now, let’s see what you’ve got under here,” Judy said as she hooked her thumbs and index fingers into the waistband of his boxers and tugged slowly on them. “It looks pretty big…”

This was all happening too fast…the reality of Aaron’s situation suddenly hit him and he flustered his way through, “Hey! No! NO! Don’t do that!!!”

Biting her lower lip, Judy remained quiet and continued to pull, lower, lower…

Shocked, Aaron really fought back hard now, desperately trying to free himself from his amorous attacker. But she stayed seated solidly on his legs and the snug cuffs held him firm from above, and the best he could do was make the bed rattle very loudly. Downstairs, his sister slept soundly, even deeper than usual because of the marijuana she had smoked. The sounds of severe struggle from above drifted uselessly throughout the otherwise empty house.

Aaron was in a panic. Things like this didn’t happen to him! “Stop! Just stop! Judy! Stop!!!”

“Shhhhhh,” Judy said, devilishly looking him in the eye though the room’s dusky darkness. Aaron felt the waistband begin to pass over his hips; he lifted his head and stared helplessly down his lean body. He was taking short breaths and felt butterflies in his stomach, practically hyperventilating. Even in the shadowy darkness, above the waistband she’d revealed the beginnings of his dark, curly public hair.

He began to completely lose it. This was on the verge of really happening! “Judy! Okay! Okay! Stop! STOP RIGHT THERE! Stop there! Stop there. Judy. JUDY! PLEEEEAASSSEEEEE!!!! I’M SERIOUS!!!”

She was quiet. He didn’t even look at her. He was focused on his barely covered privates, as was she. No member of the opposite sex had seen him naked since he was a little kid! This was all too much for Aaron to handle; he couldn’t believe it was happening.

As Aaron stared down in awed awful suspense, he pushed his ass down in a feeble attempt to prevent himself from being stripped and exposed.

“Resistance is futile,” Judy teased him, before continuing to pull down his boxers with the same slow, steady intensity and attention as before. The underwear slowly, inexorably slid down inch by damnable inch…further…further… further….His black thatch got thicker…so close…!

He couldn’t watch anymore…. Aaron threw his head back and shut his eyes tight, twisting in his bonds as he felt the waistband at last reach his limp penis and testicles. He felt an irrational surge of hope as the elastic caught against him for less than a moment, as if even his manhood somehow knew to make one last demure appeal to remain veiled, but Judy didn’t even notice and instead Aaron’s boxers slid over and off in just such a way so the handsome high school hunk’s fat flaccid phallus dramatically flopped fully into view, delivering Judy with the ultimate experience in erotic exposure she’d always dreamed of.

As this happened, Aaron involuntarily groaned a strange primal cry of pure humiliation, “Gggrrrrraaaaaahhhhh….,” while Judy squealed a delighted “Oh yes!” the instant she revealed the impressive size of his manhood, which was almost literally the size of a hot dog, circumcised and topped by a plump, pointed pinkish helmet.

“I’ve got you all naked now, Aaron!” she chirped victoriously. “You have a big penis!”

“Oh God!” he choked out. “I don’t believe this!”

“Maybe this is all just a dream,” Judy said as she shimmied her body further down his legs, pulling the boxer shorts down with her. “A wet dream!” She let them rest at his ankles, to better keep his feet together, then quickly squat-hopped back up onto his thighs. All throughout, Judy couldn’t take her eyes off Aaron’s appealing appendage, which was even larger than she had hoped and joggling slightly as he still struggled to unseat her, though now his efforts were much diminished. His eyes were still shut tight, and his breath was coming in desperate gasps. “I can’t believe this…I can’t believe this,” he repeated.

Judy placed both her hands on his thighs and squeezed his tensed muscles. “Come on, calm down Aaron and open your eyes. The best is yet to come – no pun intended … Hahahahaha!” She laughed.

Finally, gathering his emotions, he opened his eyes and looked at her. She was sitting almost exactly as before, except now his underwear was gone and he was completely exposed and naked before her. Making anxious eye contact, he looked down at her and said pleadingly, panting, “Why are you doing this?!”

“Because I want to,” she replied simply. “You have a beautiful body and I want to give it great pleasure.” Judy ran her fingers along his upper thighs, over his hipbone, his stomach and his chest, exploring Aaron’s muscular teen body and working up the nerve for what was next. Her hands slowly slid their way towards his center, and he panted even more. She was almost touching him…!

“No! No! OH!” Aaron gasped as Judy’s left hand cupped his balls and her right hand gently lifted his soft but sizable sausage. She held him and squeezed, then stroked the head of his cock a little bit before beginning to work the shaft rhythmically in an attempt to arouse him.

Reinvigorated by this latest indiscretion, his efforts to escape were relentless, but once more to no avail. They both knew he was helpless… and he knew that it wouldn’t be long before his teenage wiener reacted to her manipulations.

“Please stop, Judy.” He begged. “Please…! This is soooo embarrassing!”

She smiled mischievously, and continued to work him. “I’m playing with your penis, Aaron,” Judy said girlishly, feeling feminine, batting her eyes. “You are my own personal boy toy. I’m going to play with you and play with you until you lose total control and explode!”

It was a battle of Aaron’s mind vs. his young body, which was no battle at all. He swallowed hard as he felt the blood start pumping to his penis as it began to swell, and he mumbled a soft “Nnnooooooo.”

“Oh, yes! That’s a good boy!” Judy encouraged. He could see her smile widen as his organ stiffened and his girth expanded in her hand. In a very short time he was fully aroused, over eight inches of pure male delight for Judy. For some reason, his large size almost embarrassed him even more. He knew the pleasure she was getting at his expense, that all of her fantasies were coming true.

“Look at how big and stiff you are, Aaron!” she cooed, rubbing her palm against the now reddish-purple head of his cock. “You must like me some after all!” She squeezed his shaft so the head swelled even more, then pulled back on his erection and let go, so it slapped lewdly against his belly. Next, quickly and unexpectedly, she got off him

Thank God, Aaron thought to himself. She’s seen me, all of me, and now it’s over. “Enough!” he said. “Now unhook me and get the fuck out of here!” he spat out fiercely, not realizing how silly it sounded, considering he was still chained to the bed, helpless, totally naked, his big bold boner raging unchecked.

Judy laughed dismissively and said, “Not hardly. I’ll be right back. It’s time to make you cum.”

“HUH?” He was confused, embarrassed and downright angry, all at the same time. Judy left the room. Was she just going to leave him like this? Would his sister see him?!? Still humiliated, and without Judy’s continuing manipulations, his dick began deflating.

But Judy returned a mere minute later, flicking on his light switch on as she entered the room! She wanted to see their show in full view. Aaron squinted his eyes against the brightness, feeling more naked than ever. Suddenly he realized that she was carrying something, and immediately recognized it—it was the bottle of hand lotion from the hall bathroom!

His eyes widened and he kicked wildly as she approached him. She stopped just out of reach and watched the proud athlete’s mostly flaccid schlong slap back and forth, while his ballsack jiggled comically.

Enjoying the view, tracing her fingernails down his right arm, she approached him from the side, mounted his chest and worked her way down his body, backwards, rubbing her ass over his manhood. He fought desperately and yelled “NO NO NO!” as she struggled to get her weight back onto his thighs. But without the use of his arms, she was in charge. Within seconds Judy was again straddling him in her previous position, only now armed with very full bottle of ‘Vaseline Intensive Care’ hand lotion.

“Oh my God, don’t do this Judy… PLEASE!” he desperately pleaded.

“Shhhhhh,” she said. Judy popped the top of the bottle, stared him brazenly in the eyes, then turned the container upside down and squeezed it hard. Huge, cool globs of lotion splattered onto his now limp dick, his balls and his curly pubic hair.

He instinctively yanked his hands, wanting so very much to just push her off him. The bedframe rattled but his arms were held firm.

Then she said: “I told you, Aaron, I am going to make you cum, and there is nothing you can do about it.”

Before she put the bottle down, she filled her right hand with lotion as he watched anxiously. She paused for only a minute, just enough to look him in the eye, before she went to work.

Aaron gasped, then moaned “Ooooooooooo” as both her hands grasped his penis and balls. She kneaded his entire package as the lotion worked itself in. His useless struggle continued as he twisted his upper body and tried to pull his legs out from under her…but the feeling was so intense that despite his wishes otherwise, Aaron was at full mast again in no time and breathing heavy.

Enjoying her control, Judy pumped his shaft with long, slow strokes and played with his balls, letting them fill with more and more joy jism. Occasionally she would let go and allow his erection slap back and lie at its natural aroused angle, pointing towards his handsome but flushed face. Then she would stroke the senior’s stiff dick from head to balls and back again, murmuring words of adoration. Grabbing him again, she traced her fingernail lightly around the underside of his cock head, making him moan despite himself. Then she ran her hands across the underside of his shaft, down to his balls and back up again. She even worked the lotion into his pubic hair and upper thighs. She was totally and truly enjoying this unwilling lesson in male-anatomy.


The feeling was overwhelming. Aaron was now so totally under Judy’s control that his struggles subsided and he focused on somehow preventing the inevitable bath of cum he was sure to give himself any minute now.

The lotion had really worked itself in and Judy realized that the squishy, lubed feeling was fading. Aaron’s dick glistened and his knob was a shiny bright red from her skilled stroking. His balls hung low and heavy, filled with semen from her victorious manipulations. She paused and picked the bottle up from the bed and again smothered his shaft and balls with the lotion.

He begged her one last time for mercy. Making him ejaculate all over would be the ultimate indignity. “Just stop now, please, Judy, PLEASE!!” His face was so flush from the combination of utter embarrassment and heated, non-consensual arousal that it just turned her on all the more.

Judy resumed her ardent attack, remaining silent….waiting for the grand finale. She intently focused on the head of his cock this time. She even bent down and licked it, quickly, tasting a strange mixture of greasy with a tinge of saltiness, before gripping his helmet and working it with the lotion.

With one hand furiously jacking on his throbbing knob and the other running back and forth over his balls, it wasn’t long before Judy’s joyous work was ready to pay off. She could sense it. Aaron’s breathing was coming very, very fast, and his body suddenly tensed up. His head pressed back hard against his pillow. His stomach was quivering and his toes curled in, losing control.

Judy didn’t slow down one bit. She was on the last lap now. “It’s happening, Aaron! You’re losing total control!”

Aaron made fists with his hands and clenched his teeth. He grunted in a futile attempt to hold back. His chest and stomach glistened with sweat. Suddenly, whether voluntarily or not, his hips began to buck.

And then it happened…

“AHHH, AHHH, AARRRGGHHHHH” Aaron groaned helplessly, as he thrashed his head back and forth. His belly tightened and his loins gave an reflexive thrust upward, as a heavy spurt of cum shot from his cock, splattering across his upper chest and onto his pillow and against the wall.

Then another thick wad of cum, and another… and another….and another. The once aloof teenager was now drenching himself in his own jism, oblivious to embarrassment, lost in moaning paroxysms of lust as Judy relentlessly continued to jerk him off, working his balls even harder now, emptying them onto his increasingly sticky torso.

Aaron’s body jerked with each subsequent sperm burst, as his breathing slowed a bit. The grand finale ended with one last dribble of cum, running down his shaft and over Judy’s fingers. His genitalia was soaked with lotion and semen.

“Told you I would make you cum, Aaron,” Judy said with a huge grin on her face.

Aaron looked down at himself, spent, and couldn’t say a word. He was still recovering from his intense ejaculation.

Judy jumped off the bed, ran to his TV stand and grabbed the keys. She uncuffed one wrist before tossing the key on the end of the bed.

“Thanks Aaron,” she said as she quickly left the room. “It was everything I dreamed of.”

Aaron slowly got up, still not quite believing what had just happened to him. He was left to clean himself up. He never spoke a word of this to his sister or anyone else.

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robzranger: I was bound and determined that I was going to get into shape this time. At 35, 5'11", 175 pounds and 20% bf I'm deff not happy with this body. It seems I can never seem to convert that extra 20 pounds of fat into muscle. Oh sure, I've tried and tried and tried. But every time I go to the gym, every time I hire a personal trainer, I wind up with my cock buried in some muscle stud's ass for a few hours followed by a great meal, some ice cream and then more fucking the slut as a thank you for dinner. There';s one thing I've learned about muscle boys, it's that they are insatiable bottoms.

And so I've kicked my present muscle slut outta the house and headed to the Gold's Gym all the way across town. I had a plan, I knew it would work. I am older 'and' wiser.

I walked in with my gym bag and looked around. Yeah, it was a gym. The usual muscle heads and few twinks mixed in good measure. There seemed to be plenty of equipment and no waiting. I had picked this Gold's primarily because it was away from my regular crowd and my history of muscle boys. I had also selected this location because it was situated next to the city's public pool with full spa and sauna.

Tall, blond, built 'n hung walked over to me as I did my best to look confused. "Hi there", he reached out an oversized hand to shake mine, "I'm Brad. How can I help you?"

We shook hands. I smiled. This asshole actually bounced his gigantic pecs for me as if to intimidate me. I couldn';t help but grin, thinking if he only knew.

"I';m here to finally get serious about putting on some muscle Brad. I've been a Gold';s gym member now for 10 years and what you see is the result. I'd like a personal trainer three days a week, someone who can work out with me, not just walk me around, someone who can help with diet, someone who's willing to put in the time to help me achieve my goals."

You could see the dollar signs swimming around in his eyes, "Well why don't we go to my office Mr.?"

"Stevenson. But I want you to call me Rob."

"OK, Rob. Let's go to my office, do you mind if we chat a bit. I'd like to get a better sense of why it's not working for you and how I can help."

We walked off through the workout area. I admit I was a little taken aback by how big this guy was. He was at least 6'7";, maybe 275 pounds and maybe 6% or 7% bf. And, his ass! Normally guys this big have a doorwide caboose, but this guy had a pert little ass that actually moved up and down when he walked.

Control! Control I told myself. This is the problem! Stay focused and concentrate on the goal!

Brad's office it turned out was the Manager's office. A little glass, a large desk, a few trophies and supplement display case with a few chairs around a mahogany conference table. Brad went and grabbed some papers from a cabinet behind the desk, "have a seat at the table and I'll just get some paperwork. I want to make some notes."

I sat at the table and I'll be damned if he didn't bend over and wiggle his ass for me. It was all too much and I could feel my resolve slipping as I struggled to maintain some composure. There must be some sixth sense that muscle boys have about me.

"There!" Brad came over to the table. I purposely left the head of the table open for him so he could feel like he was in charge.

"Now. You say you've been working out for 10 years?" he raised his eyebrows in some mock show of disbelief and concern.

"That's right. Ten years I've been 'trying' to work out, 'trying' to get big and put on some muscle. Now I'm not saying part of it isn't my fault, but the truth is every workout partner or instructor I've ever has had other ideas, making it very difficult for me to complete even a few weeks of training and diet."

"Excuse me for asking, but why do you think that is?"

Here it comes, "because Brad, I've got this really huge fucking cock and every guy I meet turns into a fucking cock slave the minute they see my stick."

You could see he just had no idea what to say. I just smiled and waited. Focus, focus, I told myself. I had a new plan and I was determined to carry it out.

"Uh, well, yes. Um I'm, well, I have to tell you Rob that that will 'not' happen here. Um, we have only the most professional staff and being, um, straight myself, and I have to tell you that I'm definitely 'not';, he looked right at me so serious, "interested in men at all and I'm a little shocked, well I'm not sure what the hell to say at this point."

"Well Brad, I understand, but I'm being blunt with you because frankly I'm very serious this time. I think in the past I've let my personal trainers take advantage of me. Plowing their asses several times a day, fucking them and their friends, frankly I've neglected 'me' in the process"

"Well I can appreciate that."

"And to continue being blunt Brad, I'm really unhappy when I look in the mirror. My diet is the shits and everyone has a breaking point and I've reached mine. I'm serious about my desire and totally clueless as to where to start or how to train. I need someone to show me the ropes, someone to help me along. I don't have much money, but I'm willing to spend what I have and even incur some debt on my credit cards to do this." I knew talking about money would bring him back to reality and help 'him' focus.

I wanted to share my FREE work-in-progress visual novel project that I started back in 2017.

This story definitely leans way more erotic than porny and tells the story of Zack, a 19-year-old college student, and the relationship that ensues when he meets his new roommate, 18-year-old Braden.

The story focuses heavily on relationships, friendships, acceptance, and uses the adult content to take a very unedited look at sexuality and some of the unfair stereotypes that we see in porn that aren't really accurate with how real life is. Over the years, thousands of people have downloaded the story for the adult content and then slowly got sucked into the story. This is a feel good story that's exceptionally heavy on the emotional feels and uses those emotions to build up the eroticism. In other words, the goal is to make you care about the characters before you see all the skin.


There's currently 2 versions of the story:

v0.021.4 is the original “rough draft” of the game and was finished in 2022. This version includes the full first draft of the story and begins developmentally “rough” and progressively improves in writing and visual quality as the game unfolds and I gained experience in the medium. It's 10 full chapters and easily goes over 15 hours of story depending on reading speed.

Revamp: The revamp is the current focus and will follow the same story as the rough draft but has completely reshot graphics as well as a fully licensed soundtrack and sound effects. It is incomplete but is now my full-time job based on the community support.

Both versions are completely FREE and I've funded my entire project based on donations only. It's a good story that I'm proud of and I didn't want someone's financial status to prevent them from playing it.

Straight!? by Aaryn

(All Screenshots are from the Revamped version)

[Again, not fictional.]

It's a familiar feeling. Sometimes when it's really late at night and I'm busy pounding away on an assignment or catching up on some reading gone neglected, it's a slight twinge. My eyes dart back and forth on the screen, but for some reason, the words begun to blur. My eyes dart faster around and I can't focus. I'll get up and pace about, grab a glass of water or a snack. I'll walk from my room to the living room, look around, then head to the bath. Haul it out for a piss... and casually, I happen to notice that the flaccid size is a bit more plump than usual.

When I return back to my room to pick up on the assignment, my hand absentmindedly trails down my abs, scratching the coarse hairs around my belly button and on my trail. Before I know it, I'm gently stroking that skin -- one of my favorite places -- and heading southward still, rubbing the bulge. It stiffens a little, expanding down one side in my pants. I catch myself and halt, shaking my head and trying to focus more on the words -- but my hand keeps going southward still...

Horniness is like a redirected sense of self-awareness, channeled mostly through your dick. On auto-pilot, I surf through free porn sites and catch what I can find on the Web. Words take on a whole new meaning. You look for innuendoes in nearly anything, and if a conversation seems a little too hot to handle, by all means, I relish in it. My eyes widen as I come across a vid or two, hooking my fingers into my pants and sliding them downward. Uncomfortably trapped by my boxers, I let my cock go free out of the fly; it springs up hard and quick, smacking against my stomach. Rubbing my head, prejizz slowly leaks from my knob and I slick my fingers, letting them trail down the shaft to the base, coaxing more and more.

But the truth is, after all that touchy foreplay -- you know, the grazing and handling and gentle strokes -- the sexual throttle begins to accelerate. I rise from my chair and lean in forward a bit, locked on the video, internalizing each and every moan. I'll mutter under my breath, hoping that she'll get pounded harder and harder, putting myself in the guy's shoes. In this frame of mind, I can only focus on my dick... directed forwarded and lunging in deep, grip tightening as I growl "fuck her, fuck her" louder and louder.

In the zone, senses magnify. Vision and imagination on maximum setting. Eyes taking in as much of the pixels flashing on the screen. As I flail my dick madly, even the powerful and strong musk of my meat rises to my nostrils and I tense up, drink it in. I'm tumbling deeper and deeper into a state of pure erotic bliss as I feel that familiar tingling from my legs and traveling up my spine. My muscles tighten as my breathing gets deeper, louder, as I rear back and spank it at full speed. My seed jettisons straight out in front of me, and my mouth opens slightly as it pelts something at full throttle.

Time slows and my eyes lock on the load fired. It splashes into my bookshelf and hits a couple of texts. Successive shots rain down over my chair, making thick and smooth clear puddles pitter-pattering on the green vinyl. I bend in and hunker downward, milking the last of my seed, surveying the damages.

God damn, I have to break out a towel for this.

As I waddle toward the bathroom, my pants still draped around my knees, my dick softens slightly and hangs heavy and low over my now expended nuts. The familiar sensitivity creeps into my balls and I give my meat another loving squeeze or two, slicking the remaining ooze into my hand and onto the towel.

I let off another soft newly-invigorated growl, the equivalent of a civilian's Ooh-rah! at a job well done.

I have watched many people post their stories of experiences that have happened to them. I thought for my own sanity in this situation I would give it a go. The following part is the beginning of a true story between me and a guy I still have contact with. If people like the beginning then I will continue with updates until we reach the present day.

This part of the story starts around the middle of May this year. If you enjoy it please let me know so I know whether to continue or not.

Part 1

It seems to be every gay guy's dream to sleep with a “Straight guy”. It had been mine at one point, too. I’d had experiences with guys who would identify as straight before; however, this didn’t tend to go beyond one-night stands or perhaps some shared nudes. Earlier this year, this changed.

I’m still not quite sure how it came about. Whether he added me or I added him, all I know is one of us added the other from quick add on Snapchat. To protect his identity, as he does have a girlfriend, I will call him Jamie. Jamie was the definition of a drug dealer. When I say that, I mean tall, handsome, tattooed perfectly, with a gorgeous smile, alluring green eyes and the typical confidence you’d expect.

The messages between us, in the beginning, were very innocent. He would be out late at night (I realise now that he was probably dropping off), and we would chat about things such as his car, which is also stereotypical for a drug dealer—tinted windows and an exhaust that would wake up a dead person.

Nothing happened beyond a friendly chat until I was on holiday. I had just gotten out of the shower in the evening and was mid-conversation with him when I decided to be flirty. I cannot remember my exact wording, but it was along the lines that I was feeling horny. To my surprise, his next Snapchat was to “prove it”.

I instantly froze. Had he really just asked me to show him I was horny? Up until this point, I had thought he was straight. Coming out of my state of shock, I thought Fuck it! I quickly took a Snapchat of my dick, which was nearly fully erect and hit send. I waited about a minute or two, watching him open my Snapchat, and then for around 40 seconds, nothing. Then his name appeared with the red icon for a Snap. I opened it, and there on my screen was Jamie’s hard cock. It was certainly bigger than mine, with mine being around 6 inches. His must’ve been at least 7, and it looked thick, too.

This led to me and him sending various more snaps until we both showed the other we had finished. He told me he was single, saying he had been out of a relationship for five months (I now know this was a lie) and that he was curious to try things with a guy. We agreed we would meet up once I had arrived home, and for that night, we said goodnight.

The following day, I watched him post him driving at excessive speed on Snapchat, as he had done many times since I had him on Snapchat. It wasn’t until later that night that I went to send him a message that I realised I couldn’t. I could still see his Snapchat with his bitmoji and usual name; however, when I tried to send a snap, nothing happened, and if I tried to click on his profile, it would quickly disappear.

This was strange. I knew what being blocked was like on Snapchat, and this wasn’t what happened. His username hadn’t shown up like it would, and no X had appeared next to his name to indicate he’d unfriended me. It was like his account existed but didn’t at the same time. What the fuck? I wondered. I eventually decided I wasn’t wasting any more time thinking about it. I concluded that he had decided to remove me, and Snapchat had added some form of update that this is how it now works.

I was, however, as you will see in part 2, very, very wrong on this assumption.

A nicely-written classic from quite a few years ago that I don't think I've seen posted here. 5 more parts to come if there's interest.

Chapter 1: Poker on Christmas Day

Beth set the beer down in front of her husband, David, with a hard thud. She was really pissed off at him. She was pissed, that it was Christmas and her best present had been some sexy new lingerie, which she hated because it objectified women. She had reluctantly agreed to try it on for him tonight and here he was ignoring her, playing poker with his brother. She was pissed off that David had drank a little too much and that he had gotten carried away, betting part of their rent money. She was also pissed that his good-for-nothing brother had been living with them for the last month, rent free.


Beth hated Steve with a passion. He represented everything she found reprehensible about men. Steve always expected her to wait on him hand and foot, bringing him beer while he watched football, doing his laundry for him, and all other things that he considered woman's work. Beth always refused which seemed to shock the hell out of her brother-in-law. Beth and David on the other hand shared every household chore, like married people should. She considered herself a liberated woman and loathed Steve as a typical male chauvinist pig.


David and Beth had been married for two years. They had been introduced by their parents at church. David had stared in awe at the beautiful young woman standing before him. She had long curly brown hair that reached down to her firm, oversized, twenty year old breasts. Her thin waist and large hips gave her the perfect hourglass figure. She wore a tasteful, conservative blue dress that reached her ankles. The beautiful young woman's buxom figure seemed to strain at her dress demanding freedom from the confining clothes. Beth may have been a conservative, intellectual, feminist at heart but her body was that of the hottest stripper or porn star and David sensed there was a caged wild animal just waiting to be released underneath her bulky clothes. David had pursued her and eventually she agreed to go out with him. Beth was taking women's studies at college and they were only able to see each other on weekends. They had been dating a year when she found out he had a brother. David's mother had just rolled her eyes and explained how Steve had always been the black sheep of the family. He had joined the Merchant Marine and after that spent his time traveling the country on his motorcycle doing odd jobs here and there, never staying in one place long, a typical wanderer.

David and Beth got married two years after meeting each other. Steve had strolled into the church on the day of the wedding, surprising everyone. Beth couldn't believe that Steve was related to her husband. David was 5'6" and really skinny. He didn't have an ounce of fat on his body, but then he didn't have any muscles either. She loved him because he understood that marriage was a partnership and he treated her as an equal in every way. Steve on the other hand was a giant. He rippled with muscles and towered over everyone at the wedding reception. His skin was tan from being outdoors on his motorcycle and her bridesmaids giggled over his rugged good looks. David had introduced her to Steve and her new brother-in-law had openly eyed her body and whistled as he shook her hand. She found his behaviour to be inappropriate, primitive, and offensive, causing her to immediately dislike him.


David had taken Beth's virginity on their wedding night and ever since then he had been trying to loosen her up in bed. David couldn't get enough of her body and wanted sex constantly, which was a shame because she didn't seem to enjoy sex very much and could take it or leave it. His dreams were of oral and anal sex, but he could never get her beyond plain old intercourse under the sheets with the lights turned out. David had bought a couple of adult movies, hoping that they would turn her on and give her a few ideas. She had sat through the first complaining about how it treated women as objects and how offensive it was. He noticed she had shut up during a scene in which a stud with a large seven inch penis was getting a blow job from a slutty big breasted blonde. He glanced over at his wife and found her staring at the screen, her mouth hanging open in amazement. She had left for bed after that and David followed later, after finishing the film. He had climbed on top of her and inserted his skinny five and a half inch penis into her vagina finding her to be soaking wet. They had some of the best sex of their marriage that night, but all his hopes of a wilder, kinky wife never materialized.


They had been married a year when Steve made his second visit. He asked to stay with them and though he was typically rude and obnoxious, Beth put up with him because it was only for a couple of days. On his last day in town Steve asked if David had any porns and since Beth was sleeping, David got them out and popped one into the vcr. He hit play and the screen immediately lit up with the image of the large dicked man getting a blowjob from the blonde. Steve laughed and asked if this was David's favorite scene. David blushed and replied that he must not have rewound it all the way. They finished the movie and he put another one in. The screen showed a black man with the largest penis David had ever seen, having anal sex with a well built white girl. His black rod must have been 8" long and extremely thick to boot. Steve had laughed at him again and David blurted out that his wife must be watching them. Much to David's embarrassment Steve told him that his wife must have a thing for big cocks, since she wasn't getting one at home. The day before Steve had walked in on David, when he was changing and had laughed at the little worm dangling between his brother's legs. David had been so ashamed, that he suppressed his memory of the incident.


Steve showed up again a year later at Thanksgiving and asked to stay through January if he could find a bartending job. Steve wanted to save up enough money to head out to California. Beth was furious but relented when he agreed to pay for his share of the bills. They had been struggling to make ends meat for the past year. David had a fairly decent job as an accountant and Beth had discovered that women's studies hadn't exactly opened up a lot of career opportunities for her and she was waiting tables at a nearby diner, much to her displeasure.


David looked at the pot. There had to have been at least $600 there. He glanced at his cards for the hundredth time, four sevens. His cocky brother had just raised him another fifty bucks, money that David didn't have. The game had gotten out of hand, with each brother throwing in money until the stakes had gotten this serious. David looked up at his brother, Steve was staring back at with a huge grin on his face as he waited for David's bet. David glanced over at his wife. She was holding another beer bottle for him and staring at the money on the table. They could sure use the extra cash as they were a little strapped for the holidays.


"I don't have enough," he said.


"Well then," said Steve triumphantly, "I'll just have to take all this cash."


He was reaching out for the money when his brother interrupted him.
"Maybe, I can offer you something else," David said. David couldn't pass up this much cash just because he was short a little money. He had four-of-a-kind, playing one on one with his brother at poker. What were the odds of Steve having a better hand?


"What you offering?" Steve asked.


David asked, "What do I have that you want?"


Steve's eyes immediately went to Beth standing there with a beer in her hand. "How about a blow job from that sexy wife of yours?" David stared at his brother in shock and heard Beth gasp and then the sound of the beer bottle shattering as it hit the floor.


"You filthy pervert," she said in disgust and went to get a broom and towel to clean up the beer and broken glass.


"I can't do that Steve," said David. "For one thing I don't own her to bet with and for another thing it's adultery and that's a sin. He heard Beth return and stand behind him looking at his four sevens.


Steve said, "It's not adultery according to the President, but I'll make you a deal. If you win you keep the money and if I win, I keep half the money and your wife has to jerk me off. You can keep the other half of the cash."
David had opened his mouth to reply, "no way" when Beth interrupted and said she'd do it. He looked up at her in surprise and she pulled him into the kitchen.

A Big One for the Nurses
by BigTimmy ©
My sister Kate had introduced me to the wonderful world of group sex, one in which my incredible endowments were tested to their limits. I had surpassed all expectations, being able to pleasure five horny teenage beauties several times each in the space of a few hours. My tireless monster cock had unloaded plentiful loads of sweet cream onto their gorgeous bodies.

However, with mum back, I had lost interest in those marathon fuck sessions. I preferred to pleasure my ultra-boxom mother, and occasionally Kate, my sister. I also continued my lunchtime private “ tuitions “ with my stacked English teacher, Mrs Harrison. I only participated in two or three more orgies after that initial “ slumber “ party, which had seen me fuck the living shit out of Kate and her four cheerleader friends.

Unfortunately, a few months into my eighteenth birthday, I contracted appendicitis and the doctor said that I needed to get an operation. It was bad. I would be stuck in a hospital for a week or so. My balls would explode and drown me to death before then!

I don't remember anything of the surgical operation nor of the first night. They had sedated me, and I awoke late on the following morning. My eyes strained to adjust to the light and then I saw her. A gorgeous blond cutie in uniform, with an impressive rack under her blouse, from what I could make out. She gave me the most beautiful smile I had ever seen. If I had not been under heavy sedation for the past 12 hours or so, I would have popped an instant boner.

“ Good morning, Tim. Time for your wash! “, she said with a twinkle in her eyes. I just stared at her, dumbfounded by her incredible beauty. She pulled the curtain to give us some privacy and advanced towards my bed, pushing her tray and deliberately swaying her hips. “ Could you unbutton your pajama top, please? “. I tried to comply but my arms were stuck in place by a sudden pain. “ Don't worry, I'll do it for you. Gosh, you sure have big muscles for a young man your age! “, she commented as she slowly uncovered my bare chest. I was mesmerized by the unobstructed view of her ample cleavage and barely noticed that her hands were gently running over the overdeveloped slabs of muscle of my large torso. Our eyes suddenly met and she blushed slightly, quickly unfastening the rest of my hospital gown.

Quickly, she turned round and picked up a wet sponge. She slowly lathered my upper chest with it, deliberately running her free hand over my bulging muscles. I could feel her sharp nails caressing my pecs, shoulders and abs. Despite my weakened state, my cock began to grow slightly, enough for the nurse to notice some movement under my overpacked pajamas.

“ You can call me Kelly, by the way. I'm not much older than you, after all! “, she winked at me and gave me a wicked smile. “ I have to take your pajama bottom off now. But don't feel embarassed, sweetie! “, she said as her fingers clasped the waistband, already stretched by my growing hardon. Eventually, she managed to pull my pajamas over my hardening rod as I lay, breathless, mesmerized by the large orbs of flesh of her barely covered tits. They bounced slightly when she forcefully tugged at the waistband, exposing my semi-erect tool to her shocked eyes. Immediately, she drew a deep breath, covered her mouth with one hand while transfixed by the sight of my colossal pillar of maleness. Eventhough I wasn't anywhere near my full hardness, the size of my genitalia obviously took her by surprise. After what seemed like an eternity, her gaze left my engorging crank and she looked at me, almost giggling, her hand still covering her mouth.

“ My God, Tim, I didn't know you were so… “, she hesitated. “ You know, big down there! “.

“ I'm sorry, nurse Kelly. I can't stop from getting hard when I see beautiful women…”, I half-apologized.

“ It's okay, there's nothing to be ashamed of. REALLY nothing, actually. I've never seen anything like it in all my time as a nurse, quite frankly! “, she whispered, fearing that another patient might overhear our conversation. While talking to me, she had been slowly stroking my massive piece of manmeat to a gigantic fifteen-inch erection. She no longer used the sponge, but instead coated her hands with soap and gently washed my groin. I groaned as her delicate fingers encircled my rock hard dick. I had longed for the feeling of a womanly touch on my crank for over two days now, and moaned in pleasure as nurse Kelly continued her gentle massaging of my cock and balls.

“ Shit, those things are HUGE! “, she purred as she lifted my ballsack, feeling their enormous weight and smooth texture. As she was cradling my tennis ball-sized gonads, a big drop of clear juice emerged at the tip of my glans, glistening in the light like a diamond. She reached a finger towards the head of my dick, touching the drop with her fingertip. She then slowly smeared it over the swollen head, leaving it shiny. A long trail of sticky juice followed her finger as she removed her hand from my purple head. It snapped as she raised her finger to delicately lick that glob of pre-cum. Immediately, another dollop, bigger still, spurted from my cock.

“ Oooh! That's so tasty, Tim. And I see that there's plenty more where that came from! “, she exclaimed in a soft voice.

Holding my cock around the base, she gently felt around behind my balls until she located a slightly protruding lump just at the very root of my mighty shaft. Then, she began to massage this lump, rubbing it in small, slow, circles with a moderate pressure. I immediately started to feel a rich warmth spreading through my entire groin; my giant dick swelled even more, and I could feel my juices flowing. With her other hand, she tugged gently at my rod, scraping its immense surface with her manicured fingernails. Her exquisite technique brought me to new heights of ecstasy. A slow stream of fluid began to emerge from the tip of my super-hard cock. For many minutes, she continued her expert handling, drawing unprecedent quantities of spermy liquid from my overexcited glans. Somehow, I never felt anywhere close to climax, but remained in a perpetual state of pre-orgasmic bliss. All I could do was to lie back numbly and watch this ultra-gorgeous busty nurse fondle my giant prong like it had never been fondled. I made a mental note that I should teach Kelly's technique to my mum and sis.

Suddenly, we heard a cough from behind the curtains. Nurse Kelly quickly covered my pulsating ramrod with a sheet as I woke up from my trance in time to see another nurse pull the curtains open.

“ Everything OK, nurse Kelly? “, asked the new super-sexy nurse. She was a short brunette and her dark glossy hair cascaded down her shoulders and over what appeared to be a humongous set of tits. They probably didn't make uniforms for nurses as well-endowed as herself, as the blouse was tightly stretched over her giant bosom, the buttons threatening to burst open at any moment. Kelly stood in front of me, attempting to hide my monster lurking under the sheet from the view of the other nurse.

“ Yes, Shauna, I was just washing young Tim here! “, she stuttered, obviously feeling uneasy.

“ Hurry up, we need you in ward C. “, said the newcomer. She glanced over Kelly shoulder and smiled at me, but I don't think she saw the cumstain that was forming on the sheet at my torso level. Despite the embarassing situation, I was still rock hard and leaking pre-cum at a steady rate. When nurse Shauna left, Kelly turned round and said :

“ I'm sorry, I have to go, Tim. But I'll make sure to come back to finish my handiwork! “.

I was left in a state of extreme arousal, but unable to satisfy my urges as I was surrounded by other patients watching me with reprobation. I eventually managed to fall asleep and to catch some rest…

When I woke up, I sensed that I was not in the same room, eventhough it was pretty dark. I reached for the switch on the side of the bed and, when the light came on, saw that I was alone in a small room with no TV. I pressed the nurse button and waited anxiously for someone to come and explain to me what had happened. After a minute or so, nurse Kelly came into the room, her blouse unbuttoned nearly all the way down. Her massive jugs bounced in her red lace bra as she walked towards me, a large smile covering her face.

“ Hi, Tim! Did you have a good nap? “, she inquired enthusiastically.

“ Humm, yeah, thanks. But what am I doing here? “

“ Well, I thought a young man like you needed more privacy, if you know what I mean. Now, where were we before nurse Shauna barged in on us? “. With those words, she put some rubber gloves on and spat into them. My cock surged with blood at the realization that she was going to jack me off like she did earlier on today. In less than ten seconds, my rod stood painfully erect, the shaft tenting the bedsheet obscenely and reaching way past my navel. Kelly moved forward, unveiled my fifteen- inch plus manhood in all its glory, and grabbed my rod at the base. She applied the same incredibly sensual technique that she had used during our first encounter and soon coaxed a steady magma of sticky pre-cum out of my overloaded seedmakers. The clear fluid flowed freely out of my cumslit, literally coating my entire shaft and her rubber gloves in a mesh of creamy offering. She licked at the excess outpouring, lapping eagerly the vast amounts of my pearly pre-cum.

“ Now, big boy, I'm gonna make you blast a giant load out of those enormous testicles of yours! “, she giggled, still playing with my granite-like tool. “ Are you going to give me a big load, Tim? “, she teased, while tugging excessively slowly at my engorged manhood.

“ Yeah, oummmpph, it's gonna be a HUGE one! “ ; I blurted out.

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My (girl)friend’s ex boyfriend loved watching my dick at urinals. Almost every time we were in a pub and he got a little tipsy, he would somehow “randomly” appear at the urinals at the same time as I was there, always stood right next to me and very very openly stared at my dick. He would usually say something like “wow, that’s a pretty massive dick”, even when I was at my most flacid (but I’m a shower, not so much a grower). Sometimes he would reach out and give it a little squeeze and then look me right in the eyes. I usually just blushed at that point, hid my cock and left. Sometimes he would take my hand when we were in a crowd, dancing etc., and put in on his ass and let me squeeze it (I’m a top and his ass is exceptionally firm and pretty round, so it was a total pleasure for me, just purely physically). He was always kind of joking but also not. I’m sure you know this type of straight guys. He was known for this behaviour. I have no doubt he was straight, he was often fucking many different girls (we were on a sports team together so I knew most of them). But betweem closer friends (and I noticed especially when gay guys were around; that would be me or my ex-bf, see later) he often talked about how he loves anal sex, including getting fingered during sex with a girl. I don’t think he ever had sex with a guy, although I know for sure he was at least once fingered, and possibly briefly fucked, by his straight friend who has a massive dick (which he often flaunted at parties as a “party trick”, but that’s a different story).

He was a very good friend with my ex-boyfriend, who (completely coincidentally, I’m sure) had an 8-inch dick - which he knew about since they first met at a skiing trip (which I missed) where they shared a bedroom (because I wasn’t there) and because he “accidentally” walked in on my ex-bf while he was peeing, and later during that trip he dared him to show him his dick hard during a drinking game (my ex-bf obliged but he is very shy, so he kind of only showed it to him and not to other people; and tbf I don’t think other people really wanted to see it). Anyway, that’s how he knew my ex was hung and I’m sure that’s why he was very fond of him. But they also both loved cars… and rimming and getting fingered, and they often discussed/referenced this together in front of other people when they were drunk. But I don’t think they ever actually fooled around or anything. It was purely platonic (at least I think it was…)

This was before he and I had any kind of an interaction, our “random” bathroom interactions started only after I split with my ex. My dick is shorter (7 in) but much thicker than my ex’s, and I’m a shower. And after he once walked on me while peeing (at a friend’s wedding), him walking on me and staring at my dick became a regular thing.

I was still pretty innocent, so I never took it further. But in retrospect, I realise I was completely oblivious to him really wanting to fool around. But I was young and I think I didn’t realise that straight guys could be into me and my dick.

The only time something more happened was at another wedding. We were both pretty drunk and again, after midnight, he somehow magically appeared in the bathrooms just when I was there, shaking my dick. It did grow a little, I admit I was a little horny and may have played with it a little more than necessary (before he came in). When he came in and stood next to me, I was attempting some small talk but he just said “wow [my name], that’s massive”, he looked me in the eyes, I looked down nervously, and then he said “and it looks just perfect”. At this point, he wasn’t peeing anymore, just holding his (hard) dick and piercing my dick with his eyes. Me being drunk and dumb as I was, I just turned towards him, with my semi-hard dick just (semi)hanging there. He also turned towards me, so we were facing each other, his dick super hard and pulsating visibly. He was an average size btw; maybe 5 inches pretty thin, or just normal; not a bad dick for sure, just kind of average. (I forgot to say he was insanely in shape, not overly muscular, but perfectly toned with an 8pack and beautifully defined arms, and not overly developed pecs, which I actually prefer, just a perfectly chiseled young man’s physique. He was quite short, shorter than me, but still super proportional. He wasn’t my type in the face, but that’s just my peculiar type, he was considered very attractive by most people). I don’t know why but not knowing what to do, I grabbed his dick. He just said: “Uh oh, not like that, but I’ll take it as a compliment”. I tried to play it cool but basically I immediately left. But later that night, he would almost always end up dancing next to me, and several times he took my hand and put it over his ass and let me squeeze it while looking straight into my eyes (he was very cocky, I’m sure you understand that by now) and when the music was loud, he made an audible moan. Anyway, a couple of hours later (and a few more guided ass squeezes, and one mention of anal play in front of ours friends), I went to bed. Then maybe 20 minutes later, he stumbled into my room and fell right into my bed (I was actually jerking off lol, which is why I wasn’t asleep). He put his finger over my lips and immediately dived his hand under my duvet and onto my (hard at that point) dicks. He gave it a few squeezes and said “nothing like getting a good sausage in the ass”. I didn’t say anything, I was still very young and dumb and was terrified that someone would think I made a pass on a straight friend. He looked me in the eyes, gave my dick another deep felt squeeze, put my hand on his ass, and then laughed very loud and said “just fooling around, you pretty dick, don’t be afraid…” After that, he stood up and left. I haven’t had any other interaction like that with him since. He’s married now and has a kid. But I sometimes think about what could have been.

Hello is there any storys of m/m storys of geni or muscle fireman storys?

shooter: Genie
Chapter1
Richard loved the early morning beach. the waves, the solitude. Of course he loved being on vacation with his wife of 8 years too. No pressure, great food, and great sex. He had left her asleep in their hotel room and decided to take a walk on the beach. they had had a great dinner gone back to the room, opened a bottle of champagne and fucked for over an hour. It was really romantic. A storm had come up and that added to the romance. Except for a few minutes when it got pretty intense and shook the building. They still had it, even after all these years. she was great. she had put on a few pounds but she was still hot. and Dickie, as she called him, being a boob man loved her breasts. Of course they could always be bigger. She had even had a boob job but their doctor was conservative and only brought her up to a C cup from a B. He had secretly wished that she was bigger but didn't want to make her feel bad. After all, she had helped him pay for them and he loved her for more than her boobs. Just like she loved him for more than his dick. She said she liked him just the way he was but he knew she had had bigger and she could definitely take more cock in her wet hole. Once he had gotten her to talk about one of her lovers in college. she said he was "huge" and he knew from her tone that she had loved it and came hard and often. He had fantasized about getting some big dicked stud off the internet to come and fill up his wife while he watched but knew it was too risky and it was to remain just a fantasy. All these sexy thoughts were running through his head when something caught his eye, a glimmer of reflected sun in the sand. Richard was always on the lookout for stuff on the beach, being an part time treasure hunter, but especially this morning because storms have been known to wash up gold and silver coins on this beach from spanish shipwrecks that went down in the 1600's. As he got closer to the sparkle he knew immediately it wasn't a coin and his heart sank. It looked like a bottle. "It could still be valuable," he though to himself. As he approached he saw that it was indeed a bottle , and an old one. It was a bluish, purple color and its outside was ornate, as if it had been somehow carved. He dug it out of the sand and rinsed it off in the waves. "Wow this is cool." he tried to look inside but couldn't see anything. He shook it and when he did, he got the strange feeling that something very heavy was inside, even though the bottle was very light, almost delicate. "That's weird." he thought to himself. He noticed it had a glass stopper. "Boy, I'll bet that's rare." he thought, looking at the stopper. Without thinking he grabbed the stopper and slowly moved it back and forth to uncork his find.
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