John Cena and LA Knight had just defeated The Bloodline's Jimmy Uso and Solo Sikoa in an epic match. The crowd was on their feet, cheering for the two winners as they stood in the ring, raising their hands in victory.

As the adrenaline of their win began to wear off, LA Knight turned to John Cena and said, 'We need to celebrate this huge win!' John grinned and nodded in agreement.

'Where do you wanna go?' John asked, already picturing heading to their favorite bar for some drinks.

But LA Knight had other plans. 'Why don't we go to my house? I have a huge bottle of whiskey and some cigars we can light up in celebration,' he suggested.

John hesitated for a moment, but then shrugged and agreed. They made their way out of the arena and to LA Knight's house.

As the night went on, they drank, smoked, and talked about their match. John couldn't help but notice that he was feeling a bit stiff in his shoulder from all the wrestling maneuvers they had performed. He rubbed the back of his shoulder, trying to alleviate the pain.

'Are you okay?' LA Knight asked, noticing John's discomfort.

'Yeah, just a little stiff from the match,' John replied.

'Why don't you sit in the chair and let me massage your shoulder? I'm pretty good at it,' LA Knight offered.

John hesitated for a moment, not wanting to impose, but eventually gave in and sat down. LA Knight began massaging his shoulder, and John couldn't help but let out a small moan of relief.

'How does it feel?' LA Knight asked, his hands working out the tension in John's muscles.

'It feels good,' John replied, his eyes closing in pleasure.

As LA Knight continued to massage his shoulder, John felt a sudden sensation of lips on the back of his neck. He turned around in shock and looked at LA Knight, who was now looking back at him with a mischievous glint in his eye.

Without thinking, they both leaned in and their lips met in a hungry kiss. They broke apart, looking at each other in surprise, but then they couldn't resist anymore and their lips found each other again.

LA Knight pushed John back against the wall, their kisses growing more intense and passionate. Soon, they were both frantically stripping off each other's clothes, their desire too strong to ignore any longer.

LA Knight turned John around, pressing his body against the wall as he continued to kiss down his neck and back. John couldn't believe what was happening, but he couldn't deny the pleasure he was feeling.

LA Knight slowly worked his way down to John's butt, kissing and nipping at the sensitive skin. He could feel John biting his lip in pleasure, and he knew he was driving him crazy.

Without warning, LA Knight began to rim John, swirling his saliva around his hole. John couldn't hold back his moans of pleasure as he felt himself getting closer and closer to the edge.

LA Knight gave a firm slap to John's ass, causing him to turn around and push him down to his knees. John eagerly shoved his cock inside LA Knight's mouth, thrusting in and out with so much force that LA Knight began to gag and his eyes watered.

But John couldn't stop, he was consumed by desire and couldn't get enough of LA Knight's mouth on him. He continued to fuck LA Knight's throat until he finally reached his climax.

'Let's continue this in the bedroom,' John said, picking LA Knight up and carrying him to the bed, John couldn't resist the temptation any longer and threw La Knight onto the bed, hungrily climbing on top of him.

Their bodies pressed against each other, their lips never parting. John began to trail kisses down La Knight's neck, slowly making his way down to his chest. He playfully bit La Knight's nipples, causing him to let out a moan. John's hand traveled down to La Knight's throbbing cock, stroking it gently.

La Knight arched his back, pushing his hips up in anticipation. John took La Knight's cock into his mouth, expertly deepthroating him while La Knight moaned and shook with pleasure. John's skilled tongue worked wonders, making La Knight squirm and beg for more.

Suddenly, John flipped La Knight over onto his stomach, and without hesitation, he began to finger La Knight's tight hole. He slapped La Knight's ass as he fingered him harder and faster, eliciting even louder moans. Seeing how much pleasure he was giving La Knight, John couldn't help but feel his own cock grow harder.

With a mischievous grin, John leaned down and began to rim La Knight's ass, his tongue expertly flicking and exploring every inch. La Knight couldn't control his moans as John's tongue slid inside of him, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through his body.

But John wasn't satisfied yet. He sat up, rubbing his cock between La Knight's butt cheeks before shoving it deep inside his ass. La Knight screamed in pleasure as John began to pound him, thrusting in and out with unbridled passion.

John fucked La Knight harder and faster, causing the bed to creak and the headboard to bang against the wall. Both men were lost in the moment, their bodies moving in perfect sync as they reached the peak of pleasure.

Finally, John pulled out and came all over La Knight's back, his hot cum a sign of their intense love-making. But La Knight wasn't done yet. He pushed John down on the bed and reached for a drawer, pulling out a large, black dildo vibrator.

John's eyes widened in surprise as La Knight told him to relax. Without hesitation, he shoved the dildo up John's ass, causing him to scream in pleasure. La Knight began thrusting it in and out, slapping John's ass as he did so. He turned the vibrator on turbo, and John's loud screams echoed throughout the room.

As John's cock grew harder with every thrust, La Knight pulled the dildo out and got behind him. He shoved his own cock inside, thrusting into John's ass with such force that it made the bed shake. John was so lost in pleasure that he couldn't even form words, just moaning and screaming as La Knight fucked him into oblivion.

With one final, powerful thrust, La Knight came inside of John, his load shooting deep inside him. John couldn't hold back any longer and came as well, cum running out of his ass. La Knight licked it all up, and then collapsed onto the bed next to John, both men breathing heavily.

In their post-orgasmic bliss, they hugged and kissed, thanking each other for an incredible night. John couldn't help but thank La Knight for inviting him to his house to celebrate their win, and suggested that they do this again in the future.

With a smile, La Knight agreed, and the two men fell asleep in each other's arms, already looking forward to their next steamy encounter.

Gay here. I am Filipino. Sorry for the grammar.

Yes, I love jerking off to hot homophobic men. I even cum on their pics, shooting my load on their chiseled faces, pecs, nipples, and abs.

I had an experience with a straight somewhat homophobic American guy before.

He was 32 then and works with the US Navy. (Let's call him Chris). He married a Filipina (Let's call her Tess) for a wife. They went to the Philippines for a vacation 6 years ago.

The wife is a distant relative of my mom. She hired my mom as a stay in house helper to do the chores and look after their two kids. My mom then took me with her while she stayed at their place. I was an 18 year old student (5'4) and was kinda out (girly) already.

Chris is a very handsome guy for me. He's white, blonde, very tall (around 6'2) and very muscular but he seems irritated by my presence. He's always making me run errands and the tone of his voice was somewhat irritated and annoyed. I kinda feel that he's not happy with my presence. Maybe it's because there's two additional strangers staying with them.

I always run errands for Chris like buying his liquor, cigars, ice, and always wait for him to finish his drinks so I can clean up afterwards. There are no bars in the province here so he just drinks inside the house. Sometimes, Tess would tell me to not wait for Chris and just go to sleep.

But what Tess doesnt know was that I have a huge crush on Chris and I enjoy serving him. I always like seeing his muscular body with just his tight navy shirt (his big chest and nipples poking), big muscular arms too. And his ass is soooo firm not to mention the bulge on his shorts whenever his wearing shorts.
I was just afraid sometimes that Chris would punch me if he catches me eyeing him. But Chris treats my Mom nicely. He always gives some financial help to her without Tess knowing.

Chris had always been in mind even if I'm in the middle of a class. *sigh*

One day, while Mom was cooking, she asked me to get the dirtly clothes and ready them for laundry. While I was segregating the clothes, I noticed Chris's brief. I went to the bathroom with it and smelled it. The smell was so satisfying! I used the brief to jerk off and shot my cum in Chris's brief.

After that, I always fantasized about Chris every night. Dreaming that I could suck his thick cock and swallow his manly cum. I wished that I could kiss and lick his big biceps and ripped abs. Play, pinch, and suck on his hard nipples.

Sometimes I jerk off while thinking im sitting on his abs while Chris jerks me off. Dreaming that I could shoot my cum on his muscle chest. Sometimes, I jerk off while thinking he is sucking my nipples and make him kneel to jerk me off until I shoot on his muscle chest. I even snatched his navy shirt from the laundry and used it to jerk off. I would rub my dick on the chest area, abs area, and the collar thinking that Chris is under my cock. That would make me shoot, and I shot loads on his navy shirt without him knowing. I would see him then wearing that navy shirt which looks so tight on him. Damn, how jealous I was with Tess. She is so lucky to have a guy like Chris.

Gay here. I am Filipino. Sorry for the grammar.

Yes, I love jerking off to hot homophobic men. I even cum on their pics, shooting my load on their chiseled faces, pecs, nipples, and abs.

I had an experience with a straight somewhat homophobic American guy before.

He was 32 then and works with the US Navy. (Let's call him Chris). He married a Filipina (Let's call her Tess) for a wife. They went to the Philippines for a vacation 6 years ago.

The wife is a distant relative of my mom. She hired my mom as a stay in house helper to do the chores and look after their two kids. My mom then took me with her while she stayed at their place. I was an 18 year old student (5'4) and was kinda out (girly) already.

Chris is a very handsome guy for me. He's white, blonde, very tall (around 6'2) and very muscular but he seems irritated by my presence. He's always making me run errands and the tone of his voice was somewhat irritated and annoyed. I kinda feel that he's not happy with my presence. Maybe it's because there's two additional strangers staying with them.

I always run errands for Chris like buying his liquor, cigars, ice, and always wait for him to finish his drinks so I can clean up afterwards. There are no bars in the province here so he just drinks inside the house. Sometimes, Tess would tell me to not wait for Chris and just go to sleep.

But what Tess doesnt know was that I have a huge crush on Chris and I enjoy serving him. I always like seeing his muscular body with just his tight navy shirt (his big chest and nipples poking), big muscular arms too. And his ass is soooo firm not to mention the bulge on his shorts whenever his wearing shorts.
I was just afraid sometimes that Chris would punch me if he catches me eyeing him. But Chris treats my Mom nicely. He always gives some financial help to her without Tess knowing.

Chris had always been in mind even if I'm in the middle of a class. *sigh*

One day, while Mom was cooking, she asked me to get the dirtly clothes and ready them for laundry. While I was segregating the clothes, I noticed Chris's briefs. I went to the bathroom with it and smelled it. The smell was so satisfying! I used the briefs to jerk off and shot my cum in Chris's briefs.

After that, I always fantasized about Chris every night. Dreaming that I could suck his thick cock and swallow his manly cum. I wished that I could kiss and lick his big biceps and ripped abs. Play, pinch, and suck on his hard nipples.

Sometimes I jerk off while thinking im sitting on his abs while Chris jerks me off. Dreaming that I could shoot my cum on his muscle chest. Sometimes, I jerk off while thinking he is sucking my nipples and make him kneel to jerk me off until I shoot on his muscle chest. I even snatched his navy shirt from the laundry and used it to jerk off. I would rub my dick on the chest area, abs area, and the collar thinking that Chris is under my cock. That would make me shoot, and I shot loads on his navy shirt without him knowing. I would see him then wearing that navy shirt which looks so tight on him. Damn, how jealous I was with Tess. She is so lucky to have a guy like Chris.

One day, my Mom told me that she needed to accompany Tess and the 2 kids to visit her parents in a nearby province. Chris cannot join since he needed to work on some papers with the US Embassy. I needed to stay to look after the house while they are gone. Mom, Tess, and the kids would likely spend the night in her parents' house considering the distance.

Then night time, Chris arrived with some American friends in the navy and they all look good to my eyes too. Chris told me to serve them drinks. I think they started around 7pm and finished around 2am. There were various drinks, whisky (Johnnie Walker), beer, and gin. Chris was so drunk.

Before the guests left, one guy (Archie) helped me carry Chris to his room. He helped me clean up and then left.

After I've cleaned up, I turned off the lights and prepared to sleep. Then, I heard Chris calling from his room. I ran to his room to check on him. He told me he needed to use the bathroom to blow/vomit and he needed help. I removed his socks so he wont slip.

After he vomited, I wiped his mouth with a towel and helped him get to his bed. I noticed he was sweating, maybe due to the humid weather. I moved my lips close to his ear and asked if he wanted me to massage his head to make him feel better. He said go ahead. He asked me if I've secured the house.

I sat beside the bed and put a pillow on my lap. I brought Chris's head on it and started massaging him. I was so nervous and can feel my heart beginning to beat faster. I was so careful in massaging his temple, hair, and forehead. I was kinda enjoying this and was hoping he wont wake up and say that it's enough and I should go. So my massage was very careful and very gentle. Then, I noticed, he seemed already relaxed.

While I was massaging him, I wished that I could at least touch his bulge, even for a bit. Thinking he's very straight and annoyed at gay guy like me. Maybe I could find a way to suck his cock and for him to experience the great feeling of having a gay guy suck his cock and wished he would want this again and again.

Still massaging his head, I moved my lips close to his ear again, and asked "Sir, your shit is sweating, should I remove it?" The smell of his sweat was so addicting!

He said "Okay" - his eyes still closed.

I was so nervous and a bit shaking while I unbutton his shirt. I spread his shirt and opened it just enough to expose his muscle chest and ripped abs. I can see a happy trail on it going down his pants.

While I was massaging his nape, I reached for the bottle of lotion on the desk beside the bed. I put some lotion with my right hand while my left hand still massages Chris's nape. Then, I deliberately dropped some lotion on Chris's pecs and moved my hands to massage his big chest. I made a move and pinched his nipples, feeling it getting hard on my fingers. Chris let out a manly moan. I moved my fingers down a bit and felt his abs, rubbing it while my other hand continues playing with his left nipple.

I moved my lips close to his ear again and whispered "Is this okay, sir?". Then I made a move again and kissed his ear. No resistance or flinching. He just nodded with his eyes closed, agreeing to what I was doing with his muscle chest and ripped abs. At this point, I kinda feel that Chris was getting turned on with what my naughty fingers were doing with his muscle body.

This is meant to be more humorous than sexy, I guess...

I Have been seeing a woman Dermatologist once a year for the past four years. Doctor Barbara is probably in her mid-fifties, about ten-years older than me, with a pleasant, chatty and professional manner.

Every year I would strip down to me underwear and she would go over my body with a magnifying glass looking for suspicious moles and occasionally exciting one for a biopsy.

The problem is I have a very prominent mole on my penis that I have always been to embarrassed to mention.

When I told my wife, Linda, about my appointment with Doctor Barbara, Linda mentioned that I should at least TELL Doctor Barbara about it. I promised I would, AGAIN, and she reminded me again this morning, before leaving for my appointment.

So here I was, sitting in her examination table, shivering in my pouch underwear waiting. She finally walked in with her magnifying glass and personal voice recorder. Her short stature always took me by surprise and her strawberry-blonde Bob was grayer than ever.

I stood up and we shook hands. 'Mister J. Good to see you again!' She said in a cheery voice.

'Same, Doctor Barbara!' I said.

'Here for your annual exam! It's been a year already?!' She said in mock surprise. 'Where does the time go?! Well, let's get started then!'

I stood and we made small talk, mostly about movies we had seen recently.

Finally, she looked up at me from the little stool she was sitting on. 'All done! Nothing suspicious THIS time. Any other concerns this time?'

I cleared my throat, getting up the courage to ask her to examine the mole on my penis.

'Ummm...my wife Linda asked if you could take a look at a mole I have on my privates...'

There. I said it. She looked up at me silently for a moment with a neutral expression.

'If you think a male doctor should look at it...' My voice trailed off.

'You have a mole on your penis and you never told me?!' Doctor Barbara said in an incredulous voice. 'Of course I want to see it! Take your underwear off immediately!'

I breathed a sigh of relief and turned around to pull down my underpants and took them off before turning around to face her with my shaft in my hand.

I would be lying if I told you her gasp didn't give me an immediate ego-boost.

'I could tell you were well-endowed through your underwear, but this is remarkable! Congratulations on winning the genetic lottery, Mister J!' With my cock in my hand, Doctor Barbara looked at the mole with her magnifying glass.

'I considered it a curse until I met my wife, Linda. She calls it my Blessing.' I said with a touch of pride in my voice.

'Blessed you certainly are!' Doctor Barbara said with a good-natured laugh. 'My husband would be SO jealous if he saw this!'

The compliment started my cock thickening in my fist. Alarmed, I wanted/didn't want am erection at this moment!

'Linda said it looks like a baby's arm with an apple in its fist,' I said.

'More like a toddler's arm!' She laughed at her own joke. 'Remarkable!' She said under her breath.

'My wife, Linda, tells everyone the reason she married me was because of what I have below the belt,' I said truthfully.

Doctor Barbara interrupted her examination of my slowly hardening penis to look up at me. 'Did she really? Do you think she was telling you the truth, or do you think she was just teasing?'

'Some of both, I think.' I said. 'I was going to marry a woman called Nancy and we didn't go to bed with each other until we were engaged, but it was a disaster. She cried everytime we made love until she finally called it quits on our engagement. She told everyone I wasn't fit for marriage.' I said.

'Linda was her maid of honor and we started dating soon after Nancy broke off our engagement. It turns out Nancy told Linda about my 'curse' and that made her curious. Linda told me after we were married that she thought Nancy was exaggerating my endowment-'

Doctor Barbara chuckled. 'So you and Linda were more sexually compatible?'

I laughed. 'I think we went through the entire Kama Sutra and Joy of Sex before we even got engaged!'

We laughed together. Doctor Barbara went back to examining my semi with her magnifying glass. 'Pull back your foreskin please, Mr J.'

'Yes, ma'am,' I said, complying.

'You pull it back before urinating, correct?' She looked up at me.

'Every time!' I replied, smiling.

'Good!' Doctor Barbara replied smiling back. 'And I notice your glans is very clean, also.'

'Linda spends alot of time cleaning it every morning in the shower,' I said.

'Good for her! An un circumcised penis can lead to an increase in yeast infections and she probably knows that.' She smiled. 'She sounds like a real gem!'

'She is!' I laughed.

'I don't pretend to be a marriage counselor, and I'm speaking as a mature woman, but we both know how important a satisfactory sex life is to a happy marriage and you know you were extremely lucky to have found and married Linda, correct?'

'Correct!' I smiled. I let go of my swelling cock as she continued to speak. 'I'm, um, sorry about getting erect, Doctor Barbara. It's just because we were talking about my wife...'

'I understand,' she said. 'An erection is just a normal condition of a penis.'

'One thing my wife taught me about my endowment was that I needed to have more of a sense of humor about it, like she does.'

'What do you mean?' Asked Doctor Barbara.

'Well, we go to the YMCA to play co-ed volleyball every week with other adults & I take a shower afterwards. So before we go Linda will get out her watercolors and paint a picture or words on the shaft of my penis like a Donkey head or a horse head or write something like 'HI Boys' on it-'

Doctor Barbara burst out laughing.

'So in the locker room after the volleyball game my teammates would gather around me to see what Linda panted on my penis THIS week and then they would tell the women on the team, and of course some of THEM wanted to see it, so she would take a picture of her weekly masterpiece on her phone and show it in the women's locker room to who ever wanted to see it and everybody has a good laugh and suggests what she should paint on me nexrtWe became known as Mister and Missus Ed!' My laughter caused my erection to bounce and sway.

Doctor Barbara laughed. 'That's hilarious!'

'The embarrassing part comes when I have to wash it off in the shower with everyone looking and sometimes I become, like, semi-hard from the soaping-up and all the attention.' I said.

Doctor Barbara laughed. 'In the group shower, you must realize how different you are from other men, and I don't mean because it bends downward instead of upwards.'

'The first time I realized that was in Navy boot camp.' I said, grinning.

'Be grateful you don't have a micro-penis, like one of my other patients,' said Doctor Barbara.

'Is that what I think it is?' I asked.

She nodded. 'It's like it the size of a toddler's on an adult man. Like it quit growing when he was two or three. I had to examine his, just like I'm examining yours. I looked it up in medical literature because it was so unusual and I wasn't sure it was an actual medical condition. It is. Now I've seen both ends of the spectrum. I should write a paper. Have both of you come in separately so I can take measurements.'

Was she serious?

'He was not a happy man.' She said. 'Good news, Mister J. You can tell your wife the mole on your penis is benign, but if you or her sees a change come in immediately. Otherwise, I'll take another look at it next year. You may get dressed.'

My erection still raging, I got dressed shirt first, hoping it would go limp by the time I had to put on my underwear.

Doctor Barbara looked up from taking notes, looking at my bobbing and swaying erection in a professional manner and said. 'Do you think it's hereditary? Do you take after your father?'

I thought about it and my erection finally started to soften. 'I don't think so. My dad thought it was hilarious it was so long at such a young age. He told my mom I didn't get it from his side of the family. My mom thought something was wrong with me.'

Doctor Barbara laughed. Still nude from the waist-down, Doctor Barbara stood up from her stool and shook my hand. 'I have to go, but I will contact you if I decide to write that paper. Would you mind if I made precise measurements of your genitals? Your wife, Linda, can be in the room.'

I shook my head. Linda would think it was hilarious.

'I didn't think so. It's the other patient with the micro-penis I'm worried about. Well, I must go. I'll be in touch if I can convince the other patient to let me measure his penis!'

And she was out the door, leaving me with my limp dick swinging between my thighs.

Trulybig, I appreciate our communication and as long as you don’t share my name or handle here it’s fine to post my story. I also know you may get some angry feedback on what I am sharing but it’s simply true. Now, you may hear how being “gay” is not a choice, biological, or similar lectures. It can be a choice too in my opinion or perhaps better said certainly life experiences may influence ones sexuality. For me I can state that I feel that is the case for me.

Growing up I don’t recall having any thoughts about cock size or sexual interest in other guys until the age where you start getting exposed to nudity in the school locker room. How can any guy admit not checking out other guys and what their cocks look like whether you are straight or not. I mean it’s right there to see. This is when I discovered I was on the small side. It definitely influenced my confidence and fears of what a girl might think. As a consequence, I was never sexually aggressive in any dating scenario. I did date girls because that was the expectation and did engage once or twice in some make out sessions. But, I never tried to move beyond that stage. It can be debated whether I wasn’t really into women but I feel it was about my sexual fears or not measuring up that had me avoid a lot of dates with women. But, at that time I still wasn’t into guys.

I can tell what experience impacted me and when I think about it now it definitely influenced my sexual direction. When I turned 18 I was on a swimming trip and many of my friends were there. Everything was fine, nothing weird going on. It was time for us all to get out and changed to leave. Me and my friends all got out and went to the changing rooms. They were individual cubicles with solid dividers. I started getting changed. I took of my trunks. By this point I'd been out of the pool for a while and there was a fair bit of shrinkage and as I shared I already am small. So I was standing there naked, I started looking through my bag to get my clothes out. Then, without me realizing, one of my friends stands on the bench in his cubicle and is looking over the divider straight into my cubicle to say something. I'm sort of facing to the side so he can see pretty much everything. All of a sudden I hear him shout "oh my god, it's so small, your dick is so small, and it’s like a little worm!" All my friends are in the cubicles near us and they hear everything. They start asking what's going on and he tells them laughing that he's seen my penis and it's probably the smallest one he's ever seen...

Now I used the description friend in referring to this guy in my class. He was pretty cocky, messed around, he was a skateboarder too as was I. And what made it worse is I had seen his dick before at another swimming even and it was at least 5 inches soft and fat. He definitely was well-hung. He was always messing around and playing jokes on people so I guess that's why he did it with me and perhaps didn’t think about how his comment might make me feel horrible given he probably never worried about his size. Initially I just froze, I wasn't sure what to do and I just stood there naked, not moving. But then I sort of came back to reality and started freaking out, I quickly grabbed my towel and covered myself up. Everyone else, all my friends obviously heard. They were laughing and asking him how small is it? And then on the bus back afterwards now with the girls too the guys kept talking about it and making jokes and asking me stuff. It became a running joke. I remember him laughing and saying maybe you should sit with the girls. I was obviously pretty embarrassed.

Afterwards, I feel like it kind of changed the way guys acted around me, like they all seemed more confident and cocky, like they felt they were better than me. Also, since a lot of the girls I knew on the swim trip heard all the comments and thus found out made me feel that it hurt my chances with girlfriends. It could be debated that I used this as an excuse but at the time I think it was about confidence.

The overall impact this had on me along with already otherwise knowing I had a small cock was inferiority feelings. Well, the truth was in terms of penis size I was inferior to the majority of men. It also made me feel submissive toward other guys especially guys who had big penises. There were occasions where I would see a guy nude who possessed a big cock and would fantasize about being on my knees submissive to them. In fact, I gave up on the idea of being with a woman and become more interested in looking at naked guys.

Since then I have been with several well-endowed guys and know my place is to be a receptacle for their superior equipment. I can’t do anything about my little cock and so instead I enjoy the role of what it is, small, inferior, and I exist to serve the man with a big cock. I will explain how this developed.

I’m not going to spend the time to share all my experiences but will share my first and still one of the best times with a guy. Now as I said at this point I had not even tried to ask a woman out and felt very depressed. As mentioned, I am a skateboard enthusiast too. There was a small group of us that would get together at this college track. Larry, (not the guy who made fun of me) was someone I was also friendly with. I honestly can’t say if he made me aware he was bi or gay because this was something no one would have openly wanted to share at that time. The best I can recall and I think I have it correct in memory, was after some skateboarding Larry and went to a store like a 7-11 to get Gatorade. Behind the counter were magazines including Adult ones. Larry joked as we stood at the counter that he might make a career by posing for Playgirl. The confident and nonchalant way he said it made me wonder why he had said that to me. We walked out and he asked me if I wanted to meet him that night at this local bar. I nodded sure and walked away with a lot of internal anxiety.

Why was I anxious? I knew why but almost was afraid to admit it to myself. I was attracted to him. Me? Attracted to a guy? It was somewhat hard to admit but I also knew that way he had mentioned how he could pose nude with such confidence made me even more wondering what he looked like naked. The rest of the day I tried putting any thoughts out of my mind but I was super excited heading to the bar that evening.

Larry and I got together and it was very casual and I don’t remember much of what we talked about. It was likely school, skate boarding, and general topics. I was not sure but I felt a vibe. Then Larry asked if I wanted to go back to his apartment to smoke some weed. Wow, I was nervous but of course said “great.”

Ever wonder what a slice of life anime about a shy dude trying to live a quiet, normal life while dealing with the biggest cock the world has ever seen while dealing with two very affectionate best friends and his own overactive libido? Well that the premise behind Big Changes. At first Troy was excited when he realized that his dick had gained a few inches. After all what guy doesn’t dream of a little boost downstairs? But the inches don’t stop stacking on. All Troy wants is to suffer through the end of his high school career in silence, but his new measurements have caught the eyes of the schools resident pranksters - twin brothers named Miguel and Inigo. Troy’s convinced there’s no way this can end well, but the twin troublemakers - better known as Mike n Ike around campus - might be just what the doctor ordered to get Troy out of his shell. (as well as his pants.)

I'm slowly working on Volume 2, but in the meantime I'm going to be posting some of the chapters here. If anyone wants to read ahead feel free to check out [Volume One]

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Chapter 1: Big Changes

Troy sighed as he looked at his reflection in the bathroom mirror. He was not at all looking forward to going back to school. There was no way he could face his friends like this. It wasn’t that he was bad looking. Troy wasn’t a narcissist, but he rather liked the way he looked. He was a bit on the lanky side, but he found bulk to be tacky. His skin was pale white even though he had spent much of his summer vacation at the beach. He was just one of those guys that could never get a tan. His light skin just seemed to accentuate his lean body and lavender colored, wavy hair which he kept swept to one side. His stylish hair coincided nicely with the various piercings he had on his face. The eyebrow that wasn’t buried under his bangs had a small, black ring in it, and the eyebrow piercing along with the two snakebites he had gave him a certain punk look that he rather enjoyed.

What really worried him was that he had grown a bit during the summer, and he wasn’t sure how his friends would react. Sure, it wasn’t unheard of for boys his age to get a growth spurt, but Troy had figured he was pretty much done growing seeing as he had hit puberty years ago. What made his current growths even stranger was that it had happened in the span of a single month.

He had first noticed the changes while on vacation in the sunny tropics with some friends. The effects had started to be noticeable shortly after his eighteenth birthday. It had been mild at first. He had even welcomed it for the first week. What guy didn’t dream of an extra few inches, right? Well the few extra inches turned into an extra foot which turned into an extra two feet. By the time classes were scheduled to start again Troy was stuck with a cock that was as thick as his waist and hung down to his ankles, and the growth wasn’t showing any signs of stopping. Troy had another doctor’s appointment next week to discuss the results of his blood test, but from what he had heard over the phone, they were no closer to finding the cause than they were when they first started testing him. Without a real idea of what was causing it, he could forget about a cure. Troy just hoped they figured it all out before he was more dick than dude.

“Hurry up! You’re going to be late!” Troy’s mother called from downstairs. Troy groaned but began to get his clothes on anyway. He really didn’t want to go, but he knew his parents wouldn’t let him stay home. Besides, it wasn’t like he could hide it forever, could he?

Troy had some special underwear that had been made for him that helped him get around a lot easier. The briefs had a special plus size pouch in the front to accommodate the extra mass he was now packing. The briefs did an amazing job of keeping his junk pulled upwards and inwards, but it did nothing to hide the sheer size of his package. If anything the way the fabric clung to the contours of his enormous schlong and massive balls just seemed to accentuate his size, and it didn’t help matters at all that he was already beginning to outgrow these too. His ever-growing cock and balls were already causing the leg holes to stretch out causing bits of his ball sack to slip through the gaps.

He slid the boxer briefs up over his shapely bubble butt easily enough, but loading the front always took a little work. He started off by hoisting his now beach ball sized nuts – first the left one and then the right one. He could actually feel the jizz sloshing around in his almost painfully pent up nuts. It seemed the bigger they got the faster they produced spunk. It had only been an hour since he had gotten off, but it felt like it had been a week. Troy considered ducking into the restroom and rubbing one out into the tub, but he knew he just didn’t have time for that. His mom sounded testy enough as it was. Troy did not relish the thought of having to explain that he had made them even later to their mutually exclusive destinations because he just couldn’t keep from stroking his meat for a few more hours.

With his balls safely squared away Troy set to work on snaking his three feet of cock down the front of the pouch. Even with the plus size ball pouch it was quite a snug fit. His briefs wrapped so tightly around his junk that every curve and contour of is dick and balls was clearly visible through the fabric. Even the thick, bulging veins on the sides of his shaft were noticeable. The shape of his dick was so clearly defined that it was even possible to tell that he was uncut.

Troy sighed as he noticed that the added weight of his dick and balls pulled the waistband down several inches. The last few inches of his massive cock now stuck out above the top of his briefs. He had just bought these last week, and he had already just about outgrown them.

And then I woke up.

And soon discovered that Liv had followed suit as we lay in each other’s arms after our first fuck….

I was fucked out, drenched in sweat and totally exhausted from working my thick tool to give her pussy (and my cock) maximum pleasure for that first fuck. I was also swimming in a sea of bliss after weeks of wanting to get my dick inside Liv from the minute she’d told me, right after we met, “I need you to keep that dick hard for me.” On this one memorable night, we’d gone from feeling each other up under the table at the tapas place she had taken me to, to having her hold me against the wall in the entry to her apartment as we had our first hot kiss, then undress me, lick and tease my nipples, and for the first time, see and play with the cock that was going to fuck her hard all during that night.

Then, after she had undressed and I had seen her beautiful body for the first time, she had invited me to look closely at her aroused wet pussy with its swollen lips and clit starting to peek out from its hood and think about what it was going to be like having my cock in it, before she beckoned me to her bed and gave my saluting soldier, as she liked to call it, which was straining with excitement and anticipation of being inside that pussy, a thorough going inspection.

Then we fucked at long last.

And after we’d both cum, I found myself so totally spent that, without knowing it was happening, I feel asleep, my arms around Liv with hers around me. When I woke after my short nap and opened my eyes, I found Liv smiling at me. “You fell asleep, soldier boy,” she said. “Were you dreaming?” As she said that, laughing, she nodded down to my thick pole that was erect and ready to go again, still coated with our combined juices from our first fuck.

Half asleep as I was, I blurted out the honest to god truth: “Yeah, I was dreaming about your wet cunt.“

“Thought so,” she said as she reached over and started slowly teasing the slick head of my hard dick. “I thought that might be the reason this soldier boy was saluting when we woke up. I napped, too. I love hearing that you were dreaming about fucking me more.”

Then: “This night’s not over yet. This fellow’s still got some work to do. And I can see that he’s definitely up to it.”

As she said this, Liv lightly traced the veins in my cock shaft up and down with her fingertip, ending the downstrokes by hefting and caressing my balls and her up ones by toying around the tingling tip of my dick with her fingertip. She was fascinated, she told me later, with how veiny and thick my cock is, a cock that looks like it’s done a lot of hard work and exercised well. It’s not particularly long, but is definitely meaty and veiny, with a large head she loved to feel working inside the slick walls of her pussy, and with large low-hanging balls that she really liked feeling slap against her ass or clit as we fucked in different positions.

“I’m really glad I’ve gotten to meet this fellow,” she said as she kept teasing and playing with me. “He’s going to be spending a lot of time with me now.”

Then she climbed on top of me, leaning down to give me a hot kiss with her beautiful hair cascading down on either side of my face, and she began to prepare both of us for our next session by slowly and tantalizingly working her slick slit and swollen lips up and down my excited dick, making sure to give her clit attention as she did that, coating my dick with her nectar to get it ready to fuck her.

I have never met a woman as skilled as Liv was at riding. She loved to fuck that way, her on top facing me as I was either lying down or sitting on a chair. She loved to watch my face, my eyes, to see how I responded as her talented cunt worked on my cock to give itself pleasure while it drove me wild. She loved that I could pull and twist her nipples while she fucked me in this position. When I did that at the right moment when she was reaching a climax as she ground her clit against my dick shaft, it would send her over the edge and she’d come hard, shaking on top of me with her legs clenching mine, her pussy rippling and sucking at my cock in a way that was intensely pleasurable and often brought me near my release, too.

The women I’d fucked in the past never seemed interested in trying more than the missionary position with the lights out. I didn’t get much chance to see them up close as we fucked, and they seemed to accept that fucking was more me doing something to them than they doing something to me.

They hadn’t shown the open, unapologetic pleasure Liv took freely from sex. She wasn’t embarrassed in the least to admit frankly that she loved to fuck, loved to ride a cock because that allowed her to get maximum enjoyment from having a hard dick in her pussy by grinding and worked in just the right way to maximize engagement with her little hard swollen pleasure button.

Liv seemed to feel no need to pretend that she didn’t love giving her pussy as much pleasure as she could. And she also loved knowing that when she did that, she gave the men she fucked the unforgettable ride of their lives, especially when they discovered how she could put that hot, wet cunt to work clenching their cocks, pulling them further inside and milking them until they exploded.

One of her special techniques was to ride on top of my pole as she lifted herself up so my dick head was just inside her pussy opening as she worked it before suddenly swallowing my whole cock down to my balls again, then lifting herself up to work just the tip inside her opening again. As I’ve said before, the vestibule of her pussy was especially sensitive, and she loved the feeling of my big cockhead going into her and teasing the opening repeatedly. When she rode me and felt me swelling and pulsing and getting ready to shoot, she would often suddenly lift herself so that only the head of my cock was inside her, and her pussy would grip and tease the head until I spurted what felt like gallons of cum into her tunnel.

One of my hottest memories of our time together was from a weekend we spent doing nothing but staying naked, fucking when we felt like it and just reading, listening to music, talking at other times. It goes without saying that it was Liz who suggested those weekends at her place. Her rule was that when I arrived, my clothes went in a pile on the floor next to the front door as soon as I stepped inside the door. She was already naked.

Then we’d kiss and, depending on how horny we were, we might fuck right away or we might just go on and do ordinary things. On this weekend, I was sitting in a chair flipping through a magazine, my eyes scanning Liz’s gorgeous tits as much as the pages of the magazine, and Liz was on a sofa across the room, typing on her laptop computer. She was nibbling on a peanut and butter honey sandwich as she did that.

Without saying anything, she got up and walked across to my chair, where I was sitting with my legs spread out, and she knelt between my legs. She had her sandwich in her hand. Looking up at me with a deceptively sweet smile counteracted by the wicked gleam in her eyes, she slowly began to drip honey from the sandwich onto my cock, which was not hard but already interested from my study of her tits across the room, as I thumbed through my magazine.

As the honey began coating my rising dick, she’d take her tongue and lick up and down the shaft and around the head to eat the honey. “I love honey,” she said. “Don’t you?” Then, when she had me nearing peak excitement, she had me lean back in the chair, legs outstretched, and she began riding me in the backwards cowgirl position. I can’t really say what made that afternoon so memorable, so wildly erotic, but it was definitely that—the sunlight flooding the room as we fucked, so that we could both see every centimeter of each other’s bodies; the unexpected and casual way in which she initiated sex with her peanut butter and honey sandwich and a hot blowjob; the way her rosy ass lifted and ground on my straining dick; the access that position gave me to her nipples that she loved to have me twist and pull as we fucked; the way I could reach around and work her clit as she rode me. This was truly one of the hottest fucks of my life, and it seemed to on all afternoon, with neither of us hurrying to end it. When I finally shot inside her, I shot an explosion of cum that seemed to go on forever.

No two ways about it, Liv was just a hot woman, hotter than any I’d ever met before. I learned from her—from fucking her and being fucked by her—that I hadn’t known jack shit about sex before I met her. Not really. Even though I thought of myself as quite a pussy pleaser. Meeting a woman who unapologetically enjoyed sex and showed that pleasure so openly: this completely turned what I had thought about women upside down. And about men’s role in giving women pleasure.

I learned from Liz that women don’t need us guys to give them sexual pleasure. Not in the sense that they can’t find pleasure perfectly well on their own, without us. They’re capable of finding that on their own and they can be unashamed to admit it. They’re not looking for men to do them the favor of fucking them, of sticking their cocks into their pussies and cumming and calling that pleasing a woman. They’re looking for men who enjoy sexual pleasure with them on equal terms, who understand what they mean when they say, as your dick is inside their cunt, “There’s nothing now except your cock and my pussy. Feel that.”

They’re looking for men who can learn to behave like human beings capable of feeling and expressing feeling. And when we men learn to do that, I learned from Liv, we become much better lovers. We learn to give pleasure better, and also to receive it better. And that’s surely what good sex, making love intimately and passionately or hard fucking so both of you can get off, is all about.

Hello everyone! I wanted to come on here and write about something that has been on my mind for a while. I've been working at my current job for almost nine months and there's this guy that I have a crush on. The problem is, I don't like that I have a crush on him (more on that in a minute). He and I work across from one another, facing each other. He is really handsome! He is a bit taller than me (I'm 5'10). He is of slender build. He has a beautiful, full beard. A nice bubble butt. Plus, I've heard from two different people that he has a pretty nice d*ck. He is extremely nerdy and is really smart; however, there are some problems.

For starters, he is DL... like really DL (I'll explain how I know in a bit).

Secondly, he is the B-I-G-G-E-S-T brown noser I've ever met in my life! The relationship dynamic between he and our manager is quite... strange (to put it simply).

Thirdly, he only interacts/talks to me when no one is around (specifically and especially) when our manager isn't around. When she's not around, he (mostly) likes talking to me about video games and gay "stuff". At first, I didn't think much of it, but now that I've noticed it, it happens more frequently than I initially thought.

It got me to thinking... he's possibly using me as leverage to feel comfortable with his sexuality (especially since he doesn't do that with the other openly queer men in the workplace).

I realize that this is going to be very long so pick this back up later on...

Last night’s football practice turned out to be both good and bad. We had a practice match with one of our rival teams, and we won, but I ended up pulling a muscle in my left upper thigh. The pain was somewhat bearable, I managed to get home and somehow got through the night.

Thankfully, I had a connection to David, a massage therapist and friend of my father's. I called his number and inquired about his availability. Upon hearing about my problem, he told me to come to his place asap.

I had never worked with a masseur before, but I was desperate for any sort of help I could get at that point.

When I arrived at his house that afternoon, I hobbled up the steps and rang the doorbell.

David himself opened the door.

"Oh, hey, Liam, come on in." He welcomed me into the house.

David was in his late 40s and still looked pretty good. I had met him a few times before, and every time I did, I got butterflies in my stomach. And even though my leg hurt, I felt the same way back then. He looked hot with his dark brown hair, and working with sportsmen and women always kept him in great shape for his age.

David usually worked at a separate office in the city, but he also saw people at his home. He took me straight to his home workplace.

"Why don't you take a seat and let me take a look?”

I hopped up onto the black-leather massage table as my leg and hip surged with the constant pain.

"So, what hurts exactly?" David said.

"There’s some pain on my upper thigh, just over my butt, that's moving all through my leg. I think I pulled something pretty badly."

"Do you mind taking your pants and shirt off?" David asked as he pulled a chair up next to the table. I easily shed my shirt and pants, leaving only boxer briefs.

Being a football player, my body was like any other young athlete. I wasn't as muscular as some of the professional clients that David saw, but I was in very good shape.

"Now, get up here on the table and lie on your stomach, and we'll try to figure out everything," David said as I groaned a little with each movement.

"Okay, so just let me know when it hurts, okay?" David's hands traced various muscles along my left leg.

"Ugh, right there," I said when he touched a specific spot on my upper thigh, just near my butt.

When David's hands pressed against my glutes, I said the same thing. Even though I was in pain, I couldn't deny how close he was to me at the time. If I hadn't been wearing boxers, he would have been able to see my ass very well. I was curious about what he thought of my butt. I didn't have a bubble butt, but working out every day and playing football had given my butt a nice curve that made many guys look at me with lustful gazes.

"You have two different trigger points that we should probably take care of, or else you'll keep feeling sharp pain and numbness all along this side of your body." David pointed out each spot as he moved his hands from the small of my back to my butt.

"Okay, whatever needs to be done, let's do it," I said as I sighed deeply against the massage table, desperate for any kind of comfort. "I really appreciate you helping me out for free like this, I was pretty desperate."

"Don't worry about it, you're the son of my friend after all. Well, I'll need you to take off your underwear for this. If you want to be covered during the process, I can get you a towel, but it doesn't really matter to me either way. I'll work on your butt and thigh a lot anyway, so which would you rather?"

"Okay then, I won’t need a towel." I said. David turned his back to me and started preparation, giving me enough privacy to pull my boxers off and lay back on the table. Once I was done, I told him to turn around. This was a very vulnerable position, and I felt myself blush a little as he looked at my naked body.

I placed my head on the facerest of the massage table. And then I felt him move around the room for a couple of minutes, grabbing bottles and lotions, before coming to stand next to me.

David applied lotion to his hands, then put them on my back and started to gently knead my muscles to get me to relax. My eyes rolled back into my head with each strong touch from David. My body was tense for a few minutes before I started to relax under his touch.

"We'll have to work your muscles out hard today. Just let me know if anything hurts too much, all right?" David spoke as his hands glided over my back.

"Yes, sir," I said, enjoying each hard grip of his hands.

I sank into the comfort of the table as the first knots of stress in my body started to loosen. But the real work hadn't even started yet.

I let out a loud groan when David finally moved his hands down to my lower back. It was a strange mix of pleasure and pain that came from the way his fingers and hands worked together.

It was both the best and the worst thing that could have happened. I could feel my body slowly giving way to this strong man who was working me over. Why hadn't I ever gotten a massage before? This felt fantastic.

When David's hands finally reached my ass, it was a heavenly sensation. He gently cupped my cheek and then added some pressure to relive the knots there.

When he put his hand on my glute muscles and held it there, I let out a body-shaking moan. It was one of the most relaxing things I had ever done. Two strong hands kneaded my buns so tenderly.

The sensation was so good that I felt my dick twitch and start to harden. And the fact that David's massage was making my hips shake made my dick rub against the smooth table. It was like humping my dick against my bed.

I’d never had my ass touched like this. David was massaging my body into submission.

"How do you feel?" David asked as he dribbled some oil at my thigh and ran his hands down and over each globe several times.

"I'm feeling a little bit better. The massage is really helping." I said it through the hole in the table. My hard boner was now pressed between my belly and the table.

"Where does it seem to make the most difference?" David asked.

I brought my hand back and pointed to the big muscles that David was rubbing on my left ass cheek.

"Do you want me to massage you more or less harder, or is the pressure just right?"

"Harder," I said, before realizing how dirty it sounded. But at the same time, there was another part of me that liked saying that word.

"Cool. I'm going to sit on the table to give you a harder rub on that pressure point in your butt." After he said this, I felt him climb up on the massage table and sit back on my thighs. He started rubbing my ass back again. "You have a very nice butt." He said.

"Thanks!" I groaned. I found it strangely exciting that David was actually on top of me. Also, every time my ass was touched, it felt great.

He kept massaging my ass, he would push my cheeks down and slowly spread them out, which might give him a glimpse of my hole.

With each big rub, David's hands opened and closed my cheeks. I involuntarily pushed my ass back at him, hoping to feel his hand brush directly at my buttcrack and ultimately at my asshole.

"How does it feel?" David asked as he slowly moved his hands lower to massage my thigh.

"Good," I said again through the facerest. "My ass still hurts, but you're making it feel much better. I feel like there's some tension in my muscles. Do you think there’s anything that can be done to release this tension?"

He was silent for a while before speaking. "There is a way. Prostate massage." My whole body shivered when I heard him say that, and I knew he felt my body shake too. "I’ll have to push my finger in your butt to massage the prostate. It’s up to you to decide if you want it or not."

"I’ve heard of it. I’m ready to try it as long as it gives me relief." Fuck, what was happening? I had just willingly asked my dad’s friend to finger me. No way. It made my cock twitch again and leak some precum.

As David moved around the room again, I lifted my face off the facerest and quickly looked down at my throbbing dick. There was a wet spot and some precum gathered on the table, and a lot of it was sticking to my belly too.

David turned to face me again, and that’s when I saw it. His dick was tenting the front of his pants visibly, and there was a wet spot in the fabric he was wearing; it was undeniably precum. He must’ve gotten it while giving me a massage and didn’t bother to hide it because he didn’t expect me to look up until the massage was finished. I didn’t say anything and just placed my head back into the table’s hole.

David didn't say a thing and just strode back to the table. "Okay, I want you to take a deep breath in and then take a deep breath out. There was only one thing on my mind: I had turned David on.

I took a deep breath. David poured the lubricant on my ass and spread it around my tight, puckered hole. I was so turned on that when the cool liquid hit the entrance, I let out a small gasp.

"I'm going to push my finger into you now. Just try to relax your sphincter muscle, and you'll be fine. David said as he brought his middle finger down to my hole and slowly started to put it inside.

"Unnngghhh!" I cried out in pleasure.

I had previously fingered myself and been fingered by numerous men. I easily let him push his finger inside my hole. A pleasant feeling of fullness washed over my body when he pushed most of his finger inside my hole. His finger wiggled inside; he found my prostate and rubbed on it to check if he was right. I let out a moan, which assured him that his assessment was right.

I let out a loud moan because I couldn't believe how good this felt. “It looks like you've experienced this before." David said. "You like the feel of my finger in your ass, don't you?"

"Yes, Mmmm, it feels great," I said as my cock grew back to rock hard under my belly.

David started to pull his finger in and out, rubbing each time along the roof of my anal walls and carefully massaging my prostate. I liked the change in style, and then I found myself pushing my ass back ever so slightly in response to David's thrusts.

"You're doing a great job. You're really letting your muscles rest and opening up your ass. I can already tell it's getting better." David said. Fuck! What I needed right now was his cock instead of his finger.

I couldn't believe how good the finger felt, and I let out a small gasp when a second finger slid into my ass.

"Does that still make you feel good?" David asked again. This time, he pushed both of his fingers all the way in and bent them to play with my prostate.

"Oh, yeah! Really, really, really good, mmff." I tried not to moan too much while I talked, but I kept letting out little gasps.

David was giving me a fingerfuck at this point. And I was eagerly pushing my ass back more clearly now. I hoped he got my message and gave me what I needed at the moment. I let my desires get the best of me. I knew he’d be hard at that moment. I used my hand to reach back to him. I touched his hips and then moved my hand more until I ended up grabbing his boner through his pants.

He did not say a word. I knew what I was doing was crazy, but I was too horny to care about what was right or wrong in our relationship. He was attracted to me, and I was attracted to him; we were both hard for each other, and that’s what mattered to me at the moment.

"Please!" I moaned, stroking his cock through his pants. I heard him grunt at that, and then he thrust his cock in my hand, which compelled him to push his finger harder into my hole. He hit my prostate with both of his fingers, and I stroked his cock harder in response.

"I need it! I need to feel your cock in me." I grunted.

He pulled his finger out of my hole, and then I heard the sounds of his clothes falling to the floor. The next moment, he was naked, climbing atop my naked body. His weight pressed into me, some lube dripped on my hole, and then finally his tip pressed against my hole.

His fingers had effectively stretched my hole, and then he used lotion as a lubricant to easily insert his cock into me with a single thrust.

FUCKKKKKKKKK. I moaned loudly as David began to pull his cock in and out of my completely opened ass.

"Good boy, you're doing really well." David said as he thrust all seven inches into me. I couldn't believe how full I felt. I also couldn't believe that I was moaning while my dad's friend fucked me. The moans were just coming out from the painful pleasure being delivered to me.

"Mmmmm, such a tight little ass you have." David thrust deeper.

It felt so good that I pushed my ass back towards his oncoming cock as he fucked me. I loved the way his bare cock felt when he barebacked me on his massage table.

David finally laid down completely on my body, our bodies pressing together as he slowly rammed his cock into my ass. He brought his fingers around the hole and shoved them into my mouth.

"Do you like that cock in your ass?" He asked me.

"Mmmmhmmm," I moaned while desperately sucking on the fingers that were forced into my mouth.

"You like how this cock feels inside your ass?"

"Mmmmhmmm," I said again, still sucking on his digits.

I was pushing my ass back towards my dad's friend's thrusts.

"Yessss, Fuckkkk uggghhhnnn," My whole body was covered in sweat now, and David's swollen ball sack was slapping against the bottom of my ass cheeks.

"Good boy, take that cock and moan like the little slut that you are."

My dick rubbed vigorously against the massage table beneath me. The constant impact of David's dick in my hole and the rubbing of my dick against the massage table pushed me over the edge. I gripped the table tightly as my cum began to spray out of my dick and cover my body and the table.

David sped up and fucked me until finally his cock swelled and he exploded deeply into my ass. I could actually feel the stifling heat, that was his cum, filling me up. David eventually slowed his thrusts down, and I enjoyed each spurt as it painted my inner walls.

"Such a cute little whore." David groaned as his dick finished pulsing inside my ass. When he was finally done, he pulled his cock from my cum-filled hole, which remained completely open and gaping at the cool air.

Both of us breathed deeply. After that, he gave me another prostate massage with his dick, filling my hole up again, and then asked me to visit him for more weekly massages like this.

Chapter 1: Discovery and Giving in to Your Deepest Desires and Needs

The first day of anything is always a mixture of unchecked excitement, nervous anticipation, a smattering of fear, and with a dash of sheer horror. That delightfully odd mix of emotions, the one that gives you butterflies while making you want to throw up, makes you want to simultaneously pray for the whole thing to be canceled and for it to start as soon as possible just to have certainty. As a young adult, you begin to learn that you can feel multiple things at the same time and that you are not crazy. As you get older, it affects you less. No matter how old I get, I still feel Iike a hormonally imbalanced teenager on the first day of anything.

The first day of rowing camp for adults is a lot like rowing camp for the younger folks in high school and college. People getting together meeting each other for the first time, old friends reuniting, comparing recent racing experiences, and sharing in the small talk and personal revelations that help spark new friendships and sometimes more. The main difference is the sense of comfort that comes with a bit of age and life experience. You aren’t as worried about what your revelations might mean for your social status or much else for that matter. Most of us are also much more adept at filtering out the noise in group dynamics, sizing up the crowd, and zeroing in on certain people that might be potential friends.

This camp started exactly as expected. Say hi to old friends, shake hands with new people, and scope the crowd for the interesting ones. The first few minutes of the first day were uneventful and it seemed there might not be anything “interesting” in the crowd. That might have been disappointing but the scene changed soon thereafter. After dropping my bag and sorting a bit, I looked up to see a very interesting, tall lad who had just joined the crowd. He was standing nearly alone on the edge of the group. He was pretty much ready to go - hat, uni with the top rolled down to the waist, water bottle, socks for the boat. He looked serious, but not too terribly full of himself. He was stretching a bit and saying hello to various people who came by, but not engaging deeply. There was nothing particularly outstanding about him, but I caught myself watching him for what seemed like an eternity. Then I realized I was actually staring a bit and snapped myself back to reality. So after a potentially disappointing start, I found someone interesting in the crowd.

Getting to know someone isn’t really that hard because that comes after the potentially awkward first hello and introduction. Can you be smooth or do you go all chatty or utterly hystThomasal? Assuming the other party engages and doesn’t think you are crazy, you can quickly make small talk and explore. Standing outside the boathouse, my interesting person seemed like 100 miles away. I started my way toward him to say hello. I was experiencing the dash of horror which I do in most introductions. I came up beside him at the edge of the group and just stuck out my hand, “Hi. I’m James. Looks like a hot, humid day for a row.” He reached out, put his hand in mine and said, “I’m Thomas. It’s going to brutal out there.” Then there was a moment of silence as I combined and processed the sensory inputs. He is a half a head taller than me with a trim build and tatoos on both arms. For a rower, he had soft hands and they sort of swallowed mine. His voice was deep and confident yet gentle. Dark green eyes and a kind, young handsome face greeted me. As we exchanged these first few words, he took off his hat to seemingly show off his floppy black hair which was wet from sweating. That was a stunning moment, but there was no pretense, nothing made up, no gimmicks, just a simple warm hello. The whole experience left me completely disarmed and momentarily speechless. This was going to be an excellent weekend and best of all I was past hello.

As we sorted ourselves out, it turned out he was in my boat for the day and I secretly hoped for the weekend. Not only were we in the same boat, but he would be behind me. Rowing is a fairly intimate sport where your teammates are mere inches away from you while in the boat. As we got the boat down, we chatted a bit more, but I kept it fairly quiet. Out on the water, I was quiet for a while and then started cracking jokes here and there that he laughed at and reciprocated with his own. We got on well the whole day. As the day went on, I checked in on him to be sure he was okay in the heat and humidity.

After practice, we all parted ways for our hotels. Dinner would be later that evening, but everyone needed to freshen up and cool down. I could not wait to see him at dinner. I arrived early and met up with friends to toast to a good opening day. A short while later, Thomas arrived all cleaned up, floppy black hair and all. He wore black jeans and a well fitted black shirt. He probably could pull off any outfit, but this worked so well with his personality and laid back demeanor. We got to know each other quickly and talked about our jobs and our families. All the while, his leg kept touching mine under the table. Our discussions were inclusive of others at the table, but when our eyes met there might as well have only been two of us.

We finished dinner and the group was splitting up. As we walked out, he held the door open for me and we started walking towards our cars. I stopped and said goodnight, just as friends would, but we lingered a bit longer. The silence was clearly two people subtly thinking about what was, what might be, and what could happen next. Before I said a word he stepped a half a step closer to me, “do you want to grab another beer?”

“Sure, but we have to get up early,” I jokingly reminded him. “Let’s just grab one at the hotel.”

He smiled subtly and took in a deep breath and stretched a bit extending his long arms skyward, “you’re right. We should call it a night. Long day tomorrow.”

“Yeah. Understood.” I typically don’t press in these situations and just accepted that was probably best albeit disappointing. I don’t think I was hiding my disppointment either. He began to laugh. “I’m kidding. Let’s go. See you in the hotel bar in 10?”

I was so relieved and realized I’d given myself up. He had tested me and seen right through me. I now had no room to maneuver. It was a moment of relief followed by the dash of horror.

Back at the hotel, I went right to the bar. Thomas wasn’t there yet. Turns out he got back a bit faster as I cannot work the navigation on my phone. He walked into the bar having changed into shorts. I had to catch my breathe on seeing him.

“It’s still too warm outside and just need to be comfortable.” He smiled and joined me at the bar. Now we were just two guys sitting at the bar side by side and there were few others around. I bought us a round and we picked up our conversations from dinner though this time Thomas was sitting right next to me. I could feel his presence and something about him smelled so incredibly amazing. We worked through our first round and he bought a second. We had the best time chatting and covered a broad range of topics from rowing to work to music to our life experiences. Before we knew it, 2 hours had flown by. We both knew we had to get to bed or tomorrow would be rough.

“I’m headed up. This was the perfect evening. Thank you, brother,” I said putting my hand on his shoulder. I was trying to wrest some element of control back and sustain some shred of mystery. It wouldn’t last, of course.

“Ya know I had no idea what to expect.” Thomas looked at me and gave me that subtle smile which I was quickly learning was more of a sly grin.

I laughed a bit. “About what? The camp? The beer?”

“About you.” He said on quick reply and with a degree of seriousness as if he had just completed an assessment and I was going to be debriefed.

“Uh oh.” Again, I lost my leverage and was quickly read like a book with very large print. I was worried right off and my face was providing absolutely clarity on how I was on the verge of being potentially crushed.

“I saw you when I got to the boathouse and figured there’d be no way we’d connect. You looked so serious and honestly I wasn’t sure if you were friendly or not. I obviously know that’s not true now, but I have to say you are intimidating as hell. I saw you looking at me and figured there might be hope.” The assessment was delivered. I’ve heard this before and it always pains me when people pick me up this way.

“Oh wow. Yes. I’ve heard that before. Umm…thank you?” I laughed somewhat nervously. “No really thank you for not giving up. I try to smile and…wait…you saw me looking at you and thought there might be hope?”

“Yeah. I figured you’d noticed me so that must be some kind of sign but didn’t know until you came over and said hi that it’d be friendly.” He played back his perspective of my staring at him. I felt slightly odd and vaguely creepy at this point.

“Noticed? Well, yes. You are kind of hard to miss.” I gave up more than I wanted to there, but it felt good to get it off my chest. Now I had to see what he said in return. These tortures moments drive me nuts but they are fun in a way.

“Oh?” He looked at me with the sly smile again. “What do you like?”

“Who said I liked anything?” I desperately tried to reclaim control of the narrative.

“Come on! Too late.” He said laughinglg and moved closer to me. I could feel his presence as he got closer - warmth, confidence, and intensity. It was intoxicating. “You asked what I put on my tattoos to keep them from fading and then talked about how you thought they were cool. Remember that?”

“Oh. Yes. Well…I did say that didn’t I?” I said sheepishly.

“You did!” He declared. “And then I took off my hat…”. He kept going and I cut him off. “Okay! Stop. Stop. You win. You’re reading me like a silly book.” I sighed as a laughed and let my guard go.

He reached over and put his hand on mine. It was warm and reassuring. “Shouldn’t we get to bed,” he asked?

“Yes. We need sleep.” I said with resolution.

“What room are you in,” he asked?

I giggled a little. His hand still on mine, I asked him, “you have a room you big goof. Besides I just have a king in mine.”

“You are really dense.” He looked at me as if I had two heads.

“Why do you say that?”

“I am at another hotel.” He confirmed what I thought was the case since I had not seen him at this hotel.

“Well you shouldn’t drink and drive. I feel obligated to let you stay in my room…on the couch.” I smiled and started to get up.

“Big spoon or little?” He doesn’t waste time asking me how we’ll eventually be cuddling in the bed.

“Depends on the day, but right now I would say little.” I just smiled and kept walking. He picked up the pace behind me.

“Really!?!” We both arrived at the elevator and mercifully it was already there with the doors open.

“Yeah ya big goof. Problem with with?” We got it in the elevator and Thomas was standing very close to me. At this point he was in control or at least I wanted him to be. Before I knew it had maneuvered his ways behind me and put his arms around me pulling me in close to his body. He was so warm and I could feel his check and hips pressing into me. I felt so comfortable, safe, and completely disarmed. I could have stayed here for an eternity.

“How about this? Is this okay? Do you like how this feels little spoon?” He asked quietly in my ear with his warm breath moving softly over my ear. He was owning me.

“Perfect.” I sighed now giving in to his embrace fully. That was all I could say.

We got to the room and walked in. Before I could even get the lights on, he was taking off his shirt. I looked at him and his body and the obvious bulge now showing in between his long strong legs. I paused for a moment as I took the sight of him in. I trembled a bit but regained a bit of confidence.

“Ya know, Thomas, we’ve gotta sleep or we’ll get kicked out of the boat tomorrow.” I was partially protesting and partially worried we were going too far after just meeting. Also I desperately wanted this.

“Come on little spoon.” He used the words in a way that convey a sense of command and ownership. I liked it. It turned me on. I wanted him close to me. It exposed my vulnerability and I was okay with it. He continued, “I think we’re both big boys. We can handle ourselves.” He was right about being big and the comment made me quiver in anticipation though I wasn’t sure how or if I could the challenge of his size.

As he continued to strip down, he left little to the imagination. To say he was hung is an understatement and I am not even sure he was fully erect. He just smiled as he performed a mini striptease for his private audience of one. My mouth just went dry and my own loins were stirring. He walked over to me and began to take my clothes off. He was gentle and slow enjoying each small revelation of my body. Eventually we stood chest to chest only in our underwear. Next our lips came to meet and we settled into a deep passionate kiss, tongue intertwined. He stopped and asked, “are you okay?” I was trembling in his presence.

“Yeah”. I said softly and not really having much more to offer. I was in a trance, completely under his spell. His next words would take me away with no hope of getting back to being in control. It is what he wanted and what he needed and so did I. I needed him. The emotion was raw and essential. The resulting act would be the first and not the last.

“From the minute you said, hi, I wanted to be inside you.” He said in a low, soft voice. “Your eyes are so beautiful.” He pulled me back in by the waist and grabbed my ass with his large hands. “This has been calling my name all day.” His confidence and the clarity of his desire was intoxicating. My inhibitions were gone, but we needed to stretch this out a bit. Hell, I needed to stretch to prepare for him. Not sure I could execute.

“As I watch you arrive today, my heart skipped a beat. Now, who says I am a bottom?” I quickly moved to humor. This was my last attempt to disarm him.

“Oh I don’t know. I think that ass tells me everything I need to know about what you like and your reaction to me in my underwear is another big clue. Tell me I am wrong. Better yet, tell me what you want.” This was so assertive and confident. It didn’t quite fit the gentle personality from a few hours ago, but it was sexy as hell. I wanted him to keep up that sexual pressure. My whole body was feeling the anticipation and eventual release that at this point only he could provide. It was sheer, sweet torture.

“I am more than a nice piece of ass.” I scolded him playfully and kept up the act.

“Oh I have no doubt. Now tell me what you want!” He allowed my sass and countered with assertiveness. He pulled me back in and turned me around so his body was pressed against mine and his bulge was nestled up against my butt. He pulled down his underwear and pulled mine down exposing my bare ass. He wanted me to feel his throbbing, drooling manhood and clarify his intentions.

I had nothing left to keep me from falling under his spell. I tried. I needed to maintain my confidence and my own sense of masculinity, but it no longer seemed to matter. Thomas and I were connecting in a way that was so deep that those notions didn’t mattered. It was now about what I needed from this sexual God. “I love to be filled…deeply.” I couldn’t resist any longer and I felt myself submitting at the deepest emotional level.

“Uh huh. Filled with what?” He was pressing hard against me and wanting me more and more. I could tell he was preparing to breed me.

“With that…”. I could feel him pulling my pants and underwear down. His boxer briefs had a huge wet spot on the front.

“What is that?”

“That monster straining to get out. It needs release. All that cum built up.”

“Yeah? Where do you want that?”

“In me…deep.”

“So you want this stud rower to breed you?” He said with some excitement.

“More than I can describe.”

“Does that mean I own this amazing ass after I fill it with my baby batter?” He was now clearly in control and was going to get what we both wanted. At that point his 9” cock was pissing precum all over my ass and it was dripping down between my cheeks. He kept going, “I wondered if you were into breeding. With an ass like that and those legs…mmmm…it’s 100% what I live for. I love filling my stud up and as often as he wants. I cum in buckets.” The precum was now dripping down the back of my legs. “Do you want me to breed you now or do you want to wait?”

“I don’t think I can wait.” I was breathing deeply as his hands were all over my chest.

“Good because I have been saving up and I don’t think I can wait a minute longer to fill you, but I want you to feel all 9 inches of me. Can you take it? Can I go all the way? I need to deliver this deeply inside you.”

The next moments of our deep connection were truly electric and every part of my body was feeling the intensity of his drive and commitment to filling me. He would plow into me and ask how it felt delighting in my pleasure and thereby ensuring his own. 9 inches of manhood provide ample length to reach the innermost ring of a male partner creating pleasure that only comes in these rare instances of penetrations. He knew where he was going and that to own me, he needed to delve deep. I could feel his sexual heat and as he pressed into me I could feel the deep exploration. He knew his seed must be planted deep to not ooze out. It is exactly what I needed from a mate. Most men never get to feel this. He wasn’t just trying to have an orgasm, he was on a mission - one focused on our mutual pleasure and releasing his seed deep inside of me. It wasn’t simply a kink. It was a connection we were developing in a raw and animalistic way. We were creating what would become a lasting connection that neither of us could resist.

As we rocked deeply back and forth and as his hips pushed his warm manly length into me over and over his precum kept me moist and fluid. He was a man and meant for man breeding. He was intent. He kept telling me how much he wanted me to have his seed. He wanted me to feel it filling me and for it to stay inside. He said he’d never wanted this more and declared that I’d never need anything more. I asked if he’d let me drink his cum at some point. He said he wanted to be sure I felt filled in every way. I looked forward to milking him as he straddled my faced. That drove him over the edge and he started pressing even harder into me which I welcomed. I was his bitch at this point. Panting and begging for his seed to fill me. I could feel his cock grow longer if that was possible. His chest began heaving and he started to sweat. He was getting close to breeding me. He asked if I was ready. “Do you want this huge load inside you? Are you ready to be mine forever because this is going so deep?” I just pressed my hips toward his and asked him, “please make me yours forever and breed me!” At the same time, I lost all control and started spraying cum all over the place as if I hadn’t cummed in weeks and I felt him commit copious loads to me insides wave after wave. It must have been a half dozen pressure waves and I felt each surge of his seed cumming from his 9 inch cock and becoming part of me deeply beyond the inner most ring. It wa a level of satisfaction rarely felt.

NOTE: all the characters are 18+. Any direct references to unsafe topics are avoided as best as I can.

It isn't easy finding out that there's no Santa, especially for me. Being a late bloomer I'd always ask for the same thing, and get nothing. Everyone else would bloom, either early, on time or late (yet still early as fuck compared to me).

I'd still grow and bloom but it seemed like by age 18, I was at my peak. By 18, the second-shortest guy in my grade was 5'7" compared to my 5'4". The second-skinniest guy, Grady, was very lean with hard, dense muscles, not unlike an IRL Spider-Man. He also had the largest cock in school, at a brag-worthy 10 by 6. And to add insult to injury, the second smallest cock belonged to the second-youngest guy, my best friend Nate who was three weeks my senior, was an average six and a half hard. My hard cock was smaller than his soft one!

My parents would be out of town visiting my grandfather, and since his homophobic ass forbade me from entering his home I stayed behind. So I'd have the house all to myself for the next two weeks. Just watch TV, play video games, jerk off and not much else.

But on Christmas Eve, as the clock struck midnight...

CLANG!

A loud noise rang out from downstairs. Even with my headset on I knew something sketchy AF was going on downstairs. I grabbed my old baseball bat from when I tried out for the baseball team back in middle school and crept downstairs. And by our well-decorated Christmas tree was a tall, handsome man, probably about late 40s to early 50s with kind blue eyes, salt-and-pepper hair with a matching beard and a formidably muscular physique that not even a dark red travelling cloak could hide well. And that's even if it wasn't opened to show impressive pectoral cleavage and a hairy but not too furry chest. Imagine Chris Evans' shirtless scene in the first Captain America movie if he didn't shave his chest and had the same black-and-grey hair color as Robert Downey Jr.

"Hello, Walter," the stranger said in a deep, kind voice. "How do you know my name? And how the fuck did you get into my house," I angrily squeaked, trying to sound intimidating but coming off less so and more Theodore from the old Alvin and the Chipmunks cartoons from the '80s. Well, if Theodore looked like someone photoshopped the face of Thomas Barbusca from The Mick onto a body that made Timothée Chalamet look as jacked as The Rock. But the stranger gently walked up to me.

WHSSH!

The bat swung as hard as my arms could swing towards the stranger's handsome face, which looked like a young Jeff Stryker with Bruce Campbell's chin that was prominent even under the manly lumberjack beard. But with little effort he grabbed it midair, which was just as well. He was close to seven feet tall and at most I'd brush the tip of the bat against his beard. "Isn't this the same bat I got you nine years ago? You really don't know who I am, do you?" He let go of the bat, which dropped to the floor as my arms went limp.

"Yes, Walter. There really IS a Santa Claus. And he's not a plump, jolly old elf. I mean, do you think I'd be able to do what I do if I didn't have a body like..."

He then undid his belt, letting his cloak and pants hit the floor. Just being as tall as he was was imposing enough, but he had more muscles than Arnold Schwarzenegger did in The Terminator. He had a hairy chest, but wasn't bear-like, which helped to not hide his amazingly tight abs. Literally cum gutters segmenting what damn near looked like a twelve-pack. Tree trunk thighs and thunderous calves. I almost didn't notice his crotch. He was wearing what looked like leather briefs that between his large, muscular ass and formidable cock looked like it was about to bust at the seams.

"...this? I know you think I ignored your wishes and doused your belief in me. The truth is I couldn't give you what you wanted then. Your body was still growing. I had to wait until you were of age. But now, what you've been asking for since your friends started to hit puberty before you is almost yours." I stood dumbstruck. Was this really happening? Was he really Santa? Was Santa Claus real? And was he really a seven-foot tall bodybuilder that made so-called alpha males look weak and timid as... well, me? The same me who though he embodied all my most wild desires? "Yes, Walter. I'm finally going to give you all the masculinity you've ever wanted."

Jason was a good friend of ours. By "ours," I mean myself and my boyfriend Carter, whom I had been dating for over two years. We had started living together after six months of being together. Jason often visited us every weekend to have drinks or dinner with us, particularly because he has been Carter's best friend since they were in high school.

I never had any indication that he might be interested in sleeping with a man; he was as straight as they come and even had a girlfriend, but my gaydar was wrong because one night the relationship between the three of us changed forever.

It was just another Saturday night. We were drinking beer as we watched some movies. Jason was also here with us. I was resting on the couch next to Carter, while Jason was sitting a few feet away from us. He's around 6 feet tall, has dirty blonde hair, and a good physique due to being an active gym goer.

Jason had been in a relationship with a girl named May for a few years. However, they had broken up a few months ago.

During the evening, we got on the subject of his dating life. Jason said he hasn't seen anyone or even hooked up since he broke up with May. “I’m having a bit of a dry spell at the moment."

Carter chuckled and joked with him about how he wasn't getting laid.

“Haha, laugh all you want, buddy. But I have porn and my fleshlight. I can manage.” He laughed back.

.

The drinks were flowing, and we were tipsy at that point.

Carter joked with him again and said, "Poor Jason, If you can’t find a girl, maybe you should try fucking a guy. I’m sure plenty of guys will want to hook up with you."

“He’s not wrong.” I playfully winked at Jason.

“Come on, man. You know, I’m not into guys. Plus, I don’t think fucking a guy wouldn’t feel as good as fucking a girl."

Carter smirked at me and then looked back at Jason. “To be honest, you don’t know what you’re missing.” Carter's hand suddenly landed on my hip, and then he pushed me onto my side and then grabbed my ass cheek.

I gasped in surprise as he groped my ass in front of his friend. I looked down and noticed that his shorts were now tenting up, he was getting turned on by this whole thing. "And no one can give better blowjobs than a guy.” He smiled at Jason and then looked down at me.

Jason seemed to be under the influence of his desires and beer too, but he argued again. “I’m not sure, man. My ex used to suck my cock so good, it felt like nobody could give me as good a blowjob as her. I can bet on it."

“Oh, I see. If you really think you’re right, then why don’t you try it? I’d love to see you lose.” Carter said. “Hey, Liam. Why don’t you show him the magic of your mouth and ass? But first, get his cock hard.”

“I’m going to win this one.” Jason said to Carter and then turned to me. “Let’s see if you can really live up to your boyfriend’s words.”

“I think all three of us are going to enjoy this very much.” I smirked and approached him. He looked at me intently as I turned my back to him and then gently lowered my ass onto his lap. To my surprise, he was slightly hard, but not as hard as Carter yet. I swayed my hips from side to side on his lap, letting my boxers clad ass smother his cock.

I took a look at my boyfriend and noticed that he liked the sight. He was loving it almost as much as I was. I couldn't believe it. “Yeah, just like that. Make that cock throb.” Carter cheered.

Thanks to a little bit of alcohol and a little bit of encouragement, I started unleashing my inner slut. I grabbed the waistband of my boxers and slowly pulled them off. I heard Jason gasp as he saw my bare cheeks revealing before his eyes.

I lowered my boxers to my ankles, kicked them aside, and then pulled my t-shirt off too. Once I was naked, I sat back on his lap, and this time I felt his cock throb, it was getting harder and bigger now. I grinded my bare buns back and forth, and eventually, his hand settled on my hips, and I felt him grinding his cock back against my movements.

“I don’t know what’s happening. I never thought I’d get hard from getting a lap dance from a guy.” Jason said.

I hopped off his lap. “You have no idea what's possible.” I winked at him. “Now, get up.”

He quickly got up, and that’s when I pulled his sweatpants down along with his undies to reveal his hard rock erection throbbing inches away from my face. “You have such a nice cock.” I placed my hands on his hips and leaned in to rub my cheek against them. A tremor ran through his body when I did that.

His cock was uncut, on the bigger side. He was bigger than Jason, slightly curved, and looked perfect for hitting the prostate. I curled my hand around the shaft and pulled the foreskin down to reveal the tasty-looking tip. And to surprise him even more, I quickly opened my mouth and swiped my tongue against his frenulum. His hips jerked again.

"Looks like I got myself a bigger cock now, Carter; it was nice knowing you." I said to Carter with a smile.

"Fuck you." He replied with a grin. He knew that I was just joking.

I spit on Jason’s cock as I worked his shaft. I looked up into his eyes and then quickly swallowed the upper half of his cock in one swallow. I used the suction of my lips to suck him in deeper. “Fuck!” he moaned, his hips thrusting forward, pushing more of his length inside me. I pulled him out and then sucked him again.

My mouth made a loud slurping sound when I sucked him in.

Slurp! Followed by the sound of Jason’s moan and my own groan.

Slurp! Moan! Groan!

Slurp! Moan! Groan!

I finally pulled him out and turned to Carter. "Getting jealous yet?"

"A little." He responded. He had pulled his cock out and openly stroked it while sitting on the couch. Fuck, his cock was looking tasty too. I wanted to pleasure them both at the same time, but my main priority at the moment was to give Jason the most mind-blowing blowjob of his life.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of you eventually; I just need a few more minutes with your buddy.”

I sucked Jason for a few more minutes, but he wasn’t cumming so easily. “Are you enjoying it?” Carter asked him.

“You know what? It’s actually good.” He said. “But I’m still not convinced that fucking a guy can be hotter than fucking a girl.”

"I see." Said Carter as he got up, gave me a wink, and proceeded to the bathroom, with his cock still bulging the front of his pants.

I followed him into the bathroom and closed the door behind us.

I quickly latched my hand onto the erection bulging in his pants.

"I think we're both enjoying this way too much." He said.

"You think, babe?" I sarcastically responded.

"So, are you going to fuck him?" He asked.

"Can I?"

"Take him to the bedroom." He told me. "I'll be up in a little bit."

I left the bathroom and entered the living room, where Jason was sitting alone, playing with himself.

"C'mon, Jason." I said as I grabbed his hand and led him to our bedroom.

I pushed him onto the bed and then went back to worshiping his cock. “Won’t you like to know how my ass feels around your cock?” I teased him, licking some pre-cum off his tip.

“I’d like to, but I don’t think I’d enjoy it as much as fucking a pussy.” He said and then started getting his shirt off.

“We’ll see.” I pulled away and tossed him a bottle of lube. He lubed up his cock and tossed it back to me, and then I lubed up my hole. He stayed lying back while I decided to be on top. He held his cock straight and watched with interest as I started lowering my ass onto his thick dick.

His cock slowly pushed against my hole. I relaxed my sphincter and let him slide slowly into my slick opening. I took my time, and once the tip was in, I squeezed him with my practiced muscles. He wasn’t expecting this. He thrust up with a moan and pumped his cock into me. I did it again, clenching my ass around his shaft. He throbbed in me as he thrust his hips up and pumped more of his length in.

Once he was deeply settled into my ass, I started lifting myself up and down. I was facing the other side, so he was getting a good view of my ass bouncing on his lap. I made sure to make it as sexy for him as possible. I pushed him deep inside me and then grinded myself onto his lap, letting the cock just throb in my ass for a second, letting it milk by muscles with the heat of my ass.

That’s when Carter entered the room, fully naked now, pumping his cock. He climbed onto the bed and proceeded to stand before me. On one end, I had my ass bouncing on his friend’s cock, while on the other end, he started pushing his cock into my mouth.

After being in this position for a couple of minutes, we decided to change it up a bit. I dropped to all my fours, Jason knelt behind me and pushed his cock back in my ass to fuck me in doggy, and Carter’s cock returned to my mouth again. It was such a nice fuck, getting filled with cocks on both ends.

"Fuck that ass, Jason!” "You own that ass!" Carter moaned out to his friend.

I clamped my ass tight around Jason’s cock in a nice grip and didn’t let him pull out that easily. That made him throb, and he smacked my ass. I moaned and did it again; it made him hornier. “This is unbelievable." Jason moaned.

“See, what did I say?" Carter spat back, and both of them laughed as they filled my holes from both ends. My eyes lit up. And I pushed my ass back harder against Jason’s thrust.

His hips smacked against my cheeks to make that pounding flesh on flesh sound.

Smack!!!

Smack!!!

Smack!!!

"Oh, your ass feels so good." Jason moaned.

I couldn’t reply back because of Carter's cock in my mouth. I sucked my boyfriend with so much desire and surrendered my asshole to Jason, who was loving it very much now. I was happy that we were able to prove him wrong. But the sexier thing about this thing was that we had seduced a straight guy into having a threesome with us.

Harder. Faster. Deeper. More. With every stroke, Jason picked up his pace, fucking me with an unyielding intensity.

God, he was long and thick, thicker than I’m used to, adding that stretching pain to the pleasure. “Take that dick.” In and out, in and out. He released my hip long enough to slap my ass again, another nice burn spreading through my cheek, and I moaned, then whimpered when it seemed like he wasn't going to do it again.

He was panting and chugging like a train while he pistoned in and out of my ass.

Slam, slam, slam... I kept tightening around him in waves, squeezing and releasing again and again, my orgasm reaching closer while he pummeled me. More and more of my pre escaped and dribbled onto the bed. I felt my release gathering in my balls, wrapping around me like a cocoon and swallowing me whole.

My dick practically sang, my ass was begging to be filled, and I could barely hold myself up. It was like my body had deserted me to bathe in the pleasure that Jason’s giving.

Jason seemed to be in a similar trance. He was still pumping in and out of me, both hands on my hips, jarring my body and sending my dick swinging back and forth with every stroke. I figured he’s close, ready to come.

“Fuckfuckfuck…” His voice trailed off, and then, with a roar, he sealed his hips to mine. I felt his cock jerking in my hole. "I'm gonna cum!" He yelled, moving his cock in and out of my hole faster and then finally pushing it as deep as possible.

He began shaking as his cum started spewing out with the constant pulsing of his cock. I was overcome with desire when I felt his cock spurting stream after stream of cum into my heat.

It skyrocketed my own pleasure; I was so close to cumming, and then Carter came too, filling my mouth with his cum; that was like a catalyst that brought me to my own zenith. I swallowed all his cum as my own cock sprayed out my cum on the bed while Jason filled my ass with his.

Once Carter stopped cumming, I began licking up every drop of cum that didn't already end up down my throat.

For good measure, I placed my mouth around the head of Carter's cock and began squeezing up and down the shaft, milking him for every last precious drop of cum.

After the orgasm, I felt a little awkward but felt like I was free, and I just found myself involved in an exciting new world. Jason pulled out of my ass, and the three of us lay there, exhausted. Carter gently caressed my body, giving me some passionate kisses and tasting his own cum off my lips.

"Can you stay the night?" Jason asked us, staring at the ceiling in a daze.

"I can't see why not." Carter responded.

"Okay, good. I'm not done with you yet. I swallowed you. I still need to feel your big cock unload in my ass." I said to Carter. "We need to do this more often. I need both of your cocks inside of me. I feel so sexy and so dirty.”

“Only if you don’t mind me sharing you with my not-so-straight best friend."

All three of us laughed at that. And decided to get ready for another round.

****

Santa sat in his workshop going through the naughty and nice list

The usual culprits on the naughty list

His tactics never seemed to work these days

A name caught his eye

Joe Harrison, 26, usual stuff, bad attitude, cheated in school, mocked anyone who was different, a new entry, cheats regularly on his partner Henry Blye

The font for Henry was green, meaning he was on the nice list

Santa clicked on the name bringing up Henrys profile

Henry Blye, 26- works for a non profit helping disabled kids, donates to charity, gave a kidney to his brother

Santa scrolled down to henrys desires “for joe to be nicer, for a new bus for the kids and…..”

Santas eyes went wide, he had found a way to sort both guys out in one act

He put down his tablet and reluctantly removed his hard cock from mrs clauses expert mouth

She pouted, this was a tradition of theirs, for her to relieve santas tension before Christmas

“sorry my dear, a change of plans” he grunted stuffing his cock into his red trousers

She looked at the tablet and chuckled

“ah I see!” she smiled “hopefully this plan will work! But save enough energy for our post Christmas fuck”

“you know that wont be a problem!” he laughed darkly kissing her as he made his way to his sleigh





“but its Christmas eve joe!” henry yelled exsasperated, “and this has been in the calendar for months! I even put it on your work calendar, I will look like a right idiot when I turn up alone to mum and dads again!”

“so! Tell them I had something come up, tell them I died I don’t care I really have to go!” joe said checking his phone seeing his assistant had sent a message with a very xrated photograph

As he went to leave they heard footsteps on the roof

The pair froze

Joe went to leave but found the door wouldn’t budge

Henry looked outside and to his surprise there was no movement, even the snow itself had frozen in place

Suddenly the light in the lounge turned on

The pair slowly walked in joe holding henry firmly in front of him

Sat in an arm chair was a man dressed as santa, his coat open revealing a very muscular torso but still very much father Christmas

“who the fuck are you?” joe asked still hiding behind henry

“the easter bunny…. Who do you think I am! Im santa! Now sit down Joe Harrison and stop hiding behind Henry!” he barked

The pair sat down

“how do you know our names?” henry asked

“because again, im santa, I know all!” he chuckled

“like I know how every Christmas you help your kids to write their letters to me, and mail them yourself”

Henry blushed

“joe however…. Well this can go one of two ways, you can tell henry why you are on the naughty list or I will…..”

“joe… on the naughty list? I know hes a little ruthless in his job but he donates money all the time through his business and volunteers, hes even putting in a request to help get us funding for our new minibus….”

joe stared at the floor his face red

“coward!” santa growled “he hasn’t donated one penny to charity in all his life, the request he put in for your mini bus, doesn’t exsist, and all those days he was volunteering he was at hotels with his assistant” santa handed henry his tablet showing photos of joe and his assistant having sex, out at restaraunts

Henry felt his eyes watering, “why?”

“because he needed you, a good kind hearted person to show off at events to make him look softer” santa said gently patting Henrys leg

“why are you here? Why are you targeting me!” joe exploded

“because joe…. I can give henry something from his Christmas list that you clearly cant, and punish you, all at the same time!”

Before joe could argue santa blew some powder in his face and he was unconscious

“what do you mean my Christmas list, I didn’t write one…” henry was confused, as santa tied joe up and sat him in the arm chair in the corner of the room

“no, but I know your hearts desire! I cant make joe be a good person its clear he is a lost cause, the minibus will turn up at the centre tomorrow from an “anonymous donor”, the last part…” santa sat again his legs spread

Henrys eyes widened seeing the bulge in santas red trousers





“I know it has been a long time since joe fucked you, and that despite his cheating you have remained loyal, I may not be joe, but I can promise to give you a fucking you will never forget!”

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I noticed the warn hide-a-bed my neighbor had set on the curb for charity donation day. It reminded me of the nights spent on one just like it at my best friend Shan's house, especially one hot summer all those years ago. As I pulled in my driveway, I conjured up a fantasy of one special night spent with him. This is how it could have happened...

The basement hide-a-bed was made up and I plopped down on the cool sheet. We didn't bother with the top sheet or blanket when we made it earlier, it was July and still 85 and humid at 11 pm. The coolness felt great on my just showered back. Shan was just finishing his shower and I figured we would soon be off to sleep so I turned off the lamp and looked out the window into the backyard. The moonlight hadn't invaded the house yet and after a few minutes my eyes adjusted and I could see pretty well in the room. My old blue gym shorts from high school were a little tight, and a little thread bare, but were the only thing I had with me in the car that was clean.

I wasn't really sleepy yet, we had gone to a movie and then to the Y for a workout, and I was still a little jazzed. The old 1920's YMCA building didn't have AC either, so we held the session to 30 minutes and left without showering because it was closing time. I hadn't intended to spend the night at Shan's, but the AC was out at home. His house didn't have AC at all, but the basement was cooler than outside. So, I phoned my folks to let them know I wouldn't be home. When we got to his house there was a note from his folks that the younger kids were crabby and they had gone to stay at a relatives house who had AC. Shan was the oldest, he and I graduated a year earlier in 1986, and I was at his house a lot. Everyone being gone was kind of nice, otherwise I would have felt like I had to wear a shirt to sleep in because of his younger siblings, and my usual spot being here in the family room any of them could easily walk in. It wasn't much longer until Shan was finished with his shower.

His room was in the basement too and I expected him to just go on in to bed. But I wasn't real surprised either when he appeared around the corner from the hall in his bath towel. He had brought me a glass of water in case I was thirsty in the night. He set the water down on the side table and crawled onto the mattress facing me, his feet at my head. This was a usual way we had conversations about life and we began to talk. A few minutes went by and I yawned. Shan started to get up and leave the room, but his towel fell off in the process.

We had seen each other naked all the time. But for some reason this time was different. The moonlight was now shining in a bit and the silhouette of his body sent a shiver down my spine. Shan was the more athletic of the two of us. Just shy off 6' he had played football all four years, and still worked out five times harder than I did. His chest was honed, his ass was amazing. His chest wasn't hairless, mostly fuzzy between his pecs, and a fantastic treasure trail running down his abs. As he turned back to grab the towel it was obvious that my old shorts were not hiding my instantaneous erection.

I turned slightly to minimize his view of my bulge. Shan just chuckled and said he was flattered I liked what I saw. For some reason I wasn't really embarrassed, we knew each other really well. What did surprise me was when he reached out and stroked my chest with his fingertips. I knew immediately that something new was happening. My dick throbbed and strained harder against those shorts. I didn't hesitate and returned the touch by placing my hand on his forearm. In one move he threw the towel to the floor and straddled me, pinning me to the mattress.

I suddenly felt his weight on my groin. He shifted a little so his balls sat just above the top of my shorts. The feeling of my skin must have done the trick for him too because I could feel his cock rise and balls tighten where they sat just below my navel. My cock was now trapped under the fabric but between his ass cheeks too. My desire and arousal were peaking and I could feel pre cum oozing to the end of my shaft. Shan placed his forearm across my chest to pin me down then leaned forward to lick my neck. My hands were shaking as I caressed his back and slowly moved my left hand onto his ass. Touching that firm hairy mound was electrifying.

Briefly we both paused for a moment. I'm sure he was also thinking WTF are we doing! But the hormones quickly overrode our judgement. I took my left hand free from his cheek and tugged at my shorts to pull them down. Shan got the hint and lifted off of me so I could complete the task. I got one leg free and kicked them into the air. Shan thudded down on me but this time my cock was firmly between his ass cheeks. Skin on skin. Throbbing and oozing. I felt wetness on my abs as the first drops of clear juice from Shan landed on my skin. Shan lightly grinded on my cock and moaned.

Finding a need to slow down, I push him enough to roll on our sides. I moved up slightly so we were face to face and softly began kissing his lips while moving my left hand up and down his ass crack. Shan moaned and writhed with this new pleasure. Realizing the way he was reacting to my touch, my nipples hardened against his chest. He took his hand away from mine, grabbed my hardon and started rubbing our cock together. This made the cum well up to fast, too soon. I didn't want to end just yet... I whispered stop. Shan jerked away and started to apologize for everything. I grabbed his face and kissed him again, hard, forcing my tongue into his mouth.

I motioned for us to set up, positioning him seated on his knees to face away from me. I came up behind him hugging him and kissing his neck. Sliding my body to cuddle from behind I once more placed my cock in that sweet place between his ass cheeks. Reaching around I grabbed his cock in my left hand. It twitched and jumped and oozed. I found his nipple with my right hand and brushed it lightly. Whispering in his ear, I asked him to tell me when to stop and not to cum yet. It was only moments when he grabbed my arm to stop the stroking, and none too soon, I was about to blow my own load from feeling his quivering pucker against my cockhead.

For his turn, he motioned for me to get on my back. He positioned himself over me and proceeded to kiss and lick my neck, then chest and finally lower his mouth onto my cock. Immediately the feeling of orgasm began. I quickly pushed his mouth away and almost too late. At this point we were so turned on there was but one thing left to do. I motioned for him to face me on his knees. I did the same and pulled him close. We began kissing, rubbing our bodies against each other, and moaning loudly. Our hips ground and pumped. In a few short seconds of inexperienced youthful lust we busted our loads all over each other. Falling to the sheet we held on to the other and quickly feel asleep, our juices mingling on our skin.

I woke up suddenly, something was pushing my arm, something warm and wet. I was still foggy from the orgasm and the hot sticky atmosphere of the room. It took me a few seconds to rouse enough to realize it was the family terrior. He had jumped up on the bed and was sniffing and licking my arm. Apparently he smelled the sent of sex from upstairs and it was powerful enough to attract his attention downstairs to the family room. It didn't take long before he was nudging my side and pawing at my hip trying to get at the dried cum holding fast to my body. I shooed him off the bed, but he jumped right back up. I pushed him off again and this time he ran out the pet door into the yard.

My left arm was pinned underneath Shan who was now sleeping peacefully on his back. Our legs were intertwined from how we fell back after the cum geysers from earlier. It was awake enough now to tell that it was about now yet morning. The moon had passed over the house, and once again it was fairly dark so I had no idea the exact time. I did need a drink, so moved my leg out from under his and slid over to the edge of the bed to reach the glass of water. This made Shan adjust his position and spread his legs apart just a little. After a long drink, I settled back onto the sheet and started to stare as hard as I could in the dimness at Shan's body. I hadn't noticed until earlier just how well proportioned his arms, legs and torso were. As my eyes continued to adjust to the light and move slowly down his body, they came to rest on his rod. As I let my gaze rest there, it was obvious from his breathing that he was in a dream state. Slowly his shaft began to swell and I couldn't help by wonder if that dream was about me and our earlier activity. I didn't dare move for the next few minutes, just watching, willing his cock to stand up completely straight.

After a few minutes, I realized just how hard my own cock had become. It was throbbing with my quickening heart beat and moving like it had a mind of it's own. Shan's fingers began to spread and curl on the sheet. His hips turned upward and his breathing quickened. Without realizing what I was doing it, I reached out for that glorious pole and wrapped my hand around the base. Reflexively Shan's back arched and his feet moved outward spreading his legs even wider. I let my hand rest there, my presence of mind realizing I shouldn't wake him, but happy that I could feel the sexual energy radiating from that stiff manly cock as his mind raced with his thoughts.

A few more seconds and a pearl of clear sticky pre cum dropped from his slit onto my aching hand. I was able to move my free hand enough to reach my nipple and begin to slowly rub it in circles. My boner was now raging and a string of pre cum was just barely visible from my slit down to my hip. The more I rubbed my nipple the more the pool on my hip spread and soon my dick began to bounce back and forth with a frantic motion. Like before I was not ready to cum. I didn't want to release just yet. Not before Shan. In my mind I now weighed the options of letting the dream run it's course or waking him. I didn't have to wait long though, soon Shan's breathing changed to quick shallow draws. He softly moaned and called out "Oh Fuck" and I could feel the veins swelling up at the base of his cock. His body began to shake and his head lifted up off the bed. This must have been too much for his subconscious because he suddenly stiffened, drew in a breath and sat up. Thankfully this motion forced my hand away from his crotch.

In a daze still, Shan looked around the room. For a few seconds his didn't react , just sat there, legs apart, cock throbbing, bleary eyed. Since I was half sitting already, I propped myself on my elbow and draped my other arm around his chest and gently pushed him back down. His gaze met mine and even in the dark I knew what it mean't, he was dreaming about our sex. I moved over, throwing my leg over him, the way he had done me earlier, and pressed my ass into his rock hard cock. Shan responded by touching my cheek, and running his thumb across my lips. With his other hand he stroked my ass cheek and brushed my nipple. My leaking dick dripped more warm clear nectar into his navel. He took his finger and dipped it into the pool then rubbed in onto his own nipple.

The sweat of our bodies could have been sticky and uncomfortable in the night heat, but instead the salty drips of water were tasty treats our tongues lapped from the others skin. Shan's cock was so coated in pre cum that he was easily able to stroke between my ass cheeks, finding my hole and teasing me with his slick head. We finally heard the clock and it was three in the morning. Knowing we still had time for exploring both of us stopped moving. I laid down on top of him so we could kiss. The salty sweet of each others moisture was heaven. Shan repositioned a little, moving his cock away from my ass. Instead now he used his hands to explore my back, gently raking his fingers down my spine and into the place his cock had just occupied. That electric feeling began again in my body. My plump nipples were now completely hard. My dick was almost painfully engorged. I grabbed his forearm in an attempt to stop his play. Instead he went deeper into my crack, poking his finger at my hole. Fire shot through me, my dick surged and I shot seven volleys of cum, two over his head, three on his face, and the remainder on his chest.

Laughing because we neither one new what else to do, I bent down and began to lick my cum from his face. Then I grabbed his arms pushing them over his head. Working my way down his body I slurped up the rest of my cum from his chest continuing until I was at his cock. Having never given a blow job before I wasnt' exactly sure what to do, but I just went for it, curling my lips over my teeth and taking his cock head into my mouth about the middle of my tongue. Sucking on it like a lolly pop, letting spit build up in my mouth, it only took about two minutes until Shan grabbed my hair, grunted and shot five times. Sadly after the first one I pulled away, but the other four covered my face. Shan quickly grabbed me, pulled me to him and kissed and licked his seed from my nose and cheeks.

Once again we were spent and fell back onto the bed. This time though we didn't fall asleep. We just laughed, sort of nervously and sort of satisfactorily. I moved over closer to him, intertwined my legs with his, grabbed his cock and kissed his shoulder. In turn, Shan leaned over, kissed my ear, grabbed my dick and we just stayed there for while. At some point the dog came back in, sniffed the air, sneezed and jumped up on the bed. This time though he curled up and our feet and settled in.

My eyes fluttered open to the brightening room as the sunlight began to pour in through the window. It seemed like only a few minutes had passed since that second session with Shan and my first tastes of cum. The dog was gone and so was Shan. I looked around for the towel and didn't find it either. Did I dream the whole thing? I wasn't sure because my shorts were lying in the floor where I remembered kicking them off earlier. The water glass was also mostly empty as I remembered it being. The clock was chiming six and I felt my bladder needing some relief. I scooted over to the end of the mattress and stood up to collect my shorts. I noticed as I looked down that the hair on my lower torso was still matted with cum. My dick jumped a little but I willed it to stay soft since I needed to piss. About the time I bent over to grab the shorts from the floor I felt something stiff poking my right hip.

Shan was there, grinning at me, cock as hard as a rock. I turned to greet him and pointed to the bathroom so he backed up and let me pass. While I was taking my piss, I heard the sounds of the hide-a-bed being folded up. Since I was interrupted picking up my shorts, Shan brought them into the bathroom for me. It was a bit weird because neither one of us had really uttered more than a word or two since his towel fell off the night before. We didn't need words really to follow our desires, but I don't think either of us really knew exactly how to express the feelings either. Our silence continued for a few more minutes. After I flushed the toilet and faced Shan he turned us both so we could look into the mirror over the sink. Finally speaking Shan said "your pubes are so matted down, let's shower and get cleaned up before everyone gets home."

Shan's cock was still stiff and looking at us together in the mirror got my dick all boned up again. We both just laughed at the pair of us, perpetually hard and ready for action. I said, "I can go one more time, and I want to suck you again." Shan's eyes twinkled and his hand brush mine as he grabbed my dick, "I want to suck your dick too, I didn't really get a chance lat night." Right there in the bathroom Shan dropped to his knees and began to kiss and like my throbbing dick. He swirled his tongue under my head and fondled my balls as his mouth did it's work. Soon he reached up and stroked my nipples in turn, running his finger tips down my abs, and I began to moan softly. Letting go of my balls he soon reached under to stroke the area under them (I didn't know the term 'taint' yet). His saliva and my pre cum were mixing in his mouth. His cock was leaking pre cum and some dripped onto my foot. My hands had been on my hips, but I soon caressed his neck and pulled his head gently forward to go deeper, his nose close to those matted pubes. Bristling just a little he came up for air, not quite gagging but needing a break. "I want to taste your cum" he said, and vigorously returned to sucking.

I couldn't help but close my eyes. My balls were tightening and my head was swelling, in just one small thrust of my hips I let loose in his mouth with three shots of jizz. His eyes widened, but he didn't take his mouth off my dick. The noises though grew louder as he slurped and swallowed my third load of this lustful session. "I'm about to bust" he said, and I stood to face me, my queue to drop to my knees. Before I did though I pulled him in for a kiss, launching my tongue into his mouth and searching for the remnants of my jizz. His breathing was jagged and I wasn't about to miss the joy of swallowing his cum this time. I dropped to my knees, swallowed full tilt and pressed my nose into his pubes. This made me gag and I had to pull back. Not wanting to miss out again I put my hand on his ass and had him face fuck my mouth being careful to move with him so I didn't gag again. I did stiffen my body a little as I felt his head swelling to blow that load. Microseconds later the first of six hot shots of cum overfilled my mouth and started running down my chin. Shan's knees grew weak and his cock pulled out of my mouth. I hadn't swallowed yet, pulled myself up to hold onto him and again went in for the deep tongue kiss. This time with his load to share.

Again we paused to look at ourselves in the mirror. Our cocks hanging down but not limp. Glistening with spit and cum. Our faces glowing with redness from the summer heat, hectic sex and embarrassment at just how much we enjoyed it all. Knowing his family could be home soon Shan started the shower. As soon as the water was warm we both got in, making out like crazy, soaping each other and laughing. It soon became obvious that this was just the beginning of something neither one expected. Do I love him? I don't think so. Do I think I want to feel his body against mine again? Absolutely! It was my turn to speak. "Shan, what do we do now? How do we go on as friends? Can we do this again, and soon?" He responded, "Just like we always have been. We can absolutely do this again, how about next weekend at the family cabin, it is hidden in the woods... and remember the shower is outside!!"

I've been trying to find out this beautiful guys name, anyone have any luck?

So the wife and I were talking on the group chat and she said that she would like to do a gangbang with everyone involved and they could use her and I. She said that she wanted to do the nasty things that I've done, she wanted to things from pissing to double anal. We have gotten very comfortable over the years and this was just something else that we wanted to tick off of the list.

So on the group chat we spoke about the things that we wanted to do and try out, most of the things were centered around the wife and I but mostly the wife. The guys were not supposed to cum all week until the day of and we wanted them to hold back their cum for at least an hour. This would be easier when they are only using one of us but now they will be using both of us. The guys knew the rules to pissplay and what they had they had drink before hand.

So the day came, I actually slept over at the couples house the night before and the guys had all arrived by about 2 pm. The basement was all ready to go, we had setup and inflatable pool for the pissplay and also covered the couches in a plastic. Everyone was already naked and the wife and I started at the center of the room in the pool, we were kissing and making out with each other, grabbing each other all over our bodies as we were on our knees side by side, our hands each guided themselves down to our asses to give each other a tease. Then I stood up and made her suck on my cock, she started to suck it very gently and was looking up at me as she was bobbing her head. I was just holding her hair and she challenged herself and tried to deepthroat it to the base as she gagged on it. I also turned around and made her lick my asshole for a little bit then when I turned back around I decided to pee on her. She was a little surprised at first but then smiled and was rubbing her hands all over her body. I said "good job" then two other guys also came around and started to pee on her and she was actually opening her mouth to receive them.

She stayed in the same position as she sucked the two guys that just peed on her and I sat on the edge of the couch and sucked another two guys as they each stood on my sides. I would suck on the one on the left as I stroked the one on the right and then switched. She was pretty much doing the same thing and the guys would rotate in anywhere, it was good for the guys as there was not lineups and I made joke saying "you dont have to wait that long in line like disney" I then got down from the couch and kneeled in front of the wife and was telling her to suck those cocks good when I was going from one cock to another. I was also at some point grabbing her head and forcing it on one of the guys then the guy did the same to me. I just loved to wank those hard cocks as I sucked on one. Then I did gag every now and then and spat on the wifes face as she was sucking and she returned the favor a little later too.

After another little while the guys directed us to the couch where they put us in doggy facing each other and one guy went up each of our asses as we sucked on the guys that were standing on the other side of the couch (behind the back). The guys were fucking us both at a pretty good pace, each guy had their way of fucking. Some guys went slow and deep while others were just fast and furious. At some points I was yelling out " fuck her, fuck her good guys" as she was moaning. She also said at one point "hes the pro at getting assfucked, get him two in there" I smiled at her then called her a bitch as the second guy went into my ass in the doggy position. I kept saying "fuck my ass, I want you to stretch my hole" then I kissed the wife as they fucked me and told her soon it'll be her turn too and this is where one of the guys said "shut up and suck our dicks you whores" and we each got gagged hard as they thrusted their cocks in our throats.

When the two guys pulled out of my ass they did come around for us to suck too, then the next guy that went in my ass went alone, and he pulled my right arm behind me and laid it on my back as he fucked me hard. I kept looking at the wife as she continued to suck on the others then I said "she needs two in her ass now" And I saw the next two guys ease themselves into her hole, she was having trouble to start and I told her "just relax your ass and spread your legs a little more" as I said that the guy fucking me slapped my ass hard and said "you don't give pointers to another whore" then pulled out and made me gag on him and he told two other guys to fuck my ass because that's what I deserved. As the guys were getting into position to double fuck my ass the wife was now good and taking them both in her ass too. She smiled at me and said "I like it" We fucked in doggy for a little more and then one of the guys changed positions for me. He lied down on the couch and I mounted him with my back facing to him and he fucked my ass, I bounced on his cock telling him to fuck me harder and harder. Then one of the guys that was fucking the wife pulled out of her ass and went right up mine with the other guy. I was loving it, the wife also crawled to me in doggy with a cock still in her ass and she sucked my cock. I was also wanking two other cocks and moaning along with the wife, then the two guys pulled out and the guy behind me, behind the couch pulled me back from my legs and showed my gape and the wife licked my asshole.

I loved this position for the wife and I as so much was going on. I even leaned my head back behind the couch as I wanked the two other cocks and I sucked a third cock. I could hear that the wife was taking a pounding from one of the guys fucking her, that distinct patting and slapping as the two bodies met. Then the guy I was sucking pulled my legs up or the wife to eat my ass again. Then some of the guys said that they had to pee so they took the wife and put her on the ottoman (covered in plastic), she was in missionary and one guy was fucking her in the ass. I was still on the couch getting fucked by two cocks in my ass while wanking two others telling the guy "fuck her, fuck her, fuck her good" and the guy who was fucking me facing me just slapped my face and said "shut up" and increased the pace of the fucking. When I looked back at the wife I could see two guys peeing on her as she was still taking a cock in the ass. She looked like she was handling things very well. When she was done with the pee session she came back to the couch and sucked the two cocks out of my ass as I dismounted them and got on my knees to suck two others. Then the next position on different guy went to lie down on the couch and took the wife facing him and went up her ass and then a second guy went up her ass, she definitely didn't struggle much this time, and then I stood in front of her as she sucked my cock and wanked the one beside me. Then one guy also stood on the arm and back of the couch as he wanted me to suck his cock. What a hot position. She and I pretty much stayed in the same position as everyone else rotated. I looked down at her as she looked up at me and I said "you're so hot like this, how do you like this" She smiled and said "i absolutely love it."

Then the guys were ready for more. Two guys lied down on the couch and one told me to mount him as the wife went on the other, I was facing my guy and then a second went up my ass as the wife was taking two as well but with her back to the guy who was lying down. We each were sucking on cock too. I loved that the guys got to have so much action between the two of us. We were about 40 minutes in and some of the guys had to take it easier as they were close to cumming. I then told the guys I wanted king of clubs position, so two other guys got on the floor and I squatted over their cocks, the wife said "you really like that position don't you" and I said "of course I do" I also sucked on a cock in this position and looked back at the wife and she was busy still handling two in her ass and one in her mouth. Then the guy I was sucking grabbed me and put me on the couch and fucked me hard for a bit then made me mount the two cocks again, another few minutes and then I said "i think its time for you to come for a ride" as I looked at the wife and we switched. I in the meantime was getting gagged very hard by the biggest cock we had. I could hear her moaning in the background through my glluhgluhgluh noises. I was also seeing her bouncing on those cocks from time to time when I could sneak a peek.

Then I also noticed that some of the guys couldnt last much longer again and they were taking it easy, I wanted more cum so the wife and I told them to hold off, but some had to pee too. So I said I wanted to fuck the wife and put her in missionary on the couch and fucked her in her ass, we did make out a lot as some of the guy peed on us. Some of the guys were aiming for me and some of them were aiming for her. Found it so hot. At one point on guy also went behind me to fuck me too and pee up my ass then I asked the wife she wanted a taste and pulled out of her ass and shot the piss out of my ass onto her face as I squatted over her. When most of it was out she pulled me down from my legs to eat my ass and this is where one guy peed on me and the piss ran down my body around my cock and down to the wife. This was soo hot for me.

We then each got in doggy and guys were fucking us and peeing on us both. Then most of them said that they really couldnt hold their cum much longer so I got in doggy on the couch and she got right under my ass, the first guy went up my ass and fucked me for a little bit and then came right up my ass, I could feel the bursts inside me then it trickling out of my ass as he pulled out his cock, the wife was licking it all up. The second guy did pretty much the same thing again and she licked it all up. the third guy barely went in my ass before he came, she just had time to stick his head in and i could feel the throbbing cock, she was really going at licking my ass when they pulled out. She said it taste so good. We did this until they all came. All seven guys. She did save some in her mouth and then we did swap it back and forth before she ate it all. Then she turned to me and said " I want yours" I smiled and then she said "fuck me more and give me your cum"

So we got on the ottoman In missionary and I fucked her in the ass and some of the guys had to release more pee and they peed all over us. We were basically in our own world. We jsut fucked as if no one else was around or that we were getting peed on. After about five more minutes I came up her ass and then she fed it to me and we made out even more.

This was such a hot mess and we loved it. The wife has gotten a taste of what it is like to be a true whore and she did a great job love the fact they were all nasty and on the same page. Everyone had a great time.

So I need some opinion on this, especially from women. My female friend who recently complimented me on how hung I am, but we haven’t fucked yet because she’s in a situationship atm. I have recently asked her if I wrote her an erotic fiction about a fantasy I have about her if she’d read it and she said yes. I told her I’d send it to her after I wrote it.

Truth is, I’ve already wrote it. Just need it to be critiqued before I send it.

Here it is:

As I lay on the bed, my heart raced with anticipation as I waited for her arrival. We had been friends for years, but tonight was different. Tonight, she wanted something more from me - something that I wasn't sure I could give her. But when she arrived at my doorstep, all doubts were forgotten in the face of her radiant beauty and unbridled desire.



She looked stunning as she stood before me, her beautiful blue eyes sparkling with a fire that ignited my own passion within seconds. We talked for a while, smoked some weed, and shared laughter. The air was thick with tension between us, but it only made our connection stronger. As the night wore on, I could feel myself becoming more and more aroused by her presence.



She was shy, but tonight she was ready to explore something new with a trusted friend who possessed the one thing she desired most in this world. I had a feeling that she had likely experienced large penises before - after all, she does have a wild side and is no church girl. But I guess because I’m a trusted friend and I've always been seen as a cool guy or something like that, I was the first and only guy she thought about to call for her fix for big dick.



As I stood before her, exposed and vulnerable, she couldn't help but stare at me down there in awe. Her eyes were filled with desire as she reached out to touch my penis, admiring its size and shape. She took it into her mouth, sucking on it for what felt like an eternity. The sensation was indescribable - the warmth of her lips, the rhythm of her movements, all combining to create a symphony of pleasure that I had never experienced before.



When she finally pulled away from me, I could see the desire in her eyes intensifying as she lay back on the bed and spread her beautiful legs wide open for me. I instructed her to lay down in a missionary position with her legs towards her chest, making it easier for me to penetrate deeply into her body, so she did. As I slowly inserted my penis into her body, she gasped at how deeply I could fill her up.



I started off with slow, shallow strokes, teasing her and building anticipation. She loved it - the slower, more gentle movements were like a symphony of pleasure that filled every inch of her being. As I picked up speed and intensity, she felt herself reaching new heights of ecstasy. The sensations were intense - both pleasurable and painful at times, but the pleasure was worth it all.



The deeper strokes hit her cervix hard a few times, causing a sharp sting that made her gasp in surprise. But she powered through it, because the pleasure was too great to ignore. As I continued with deeper, harder thrusts, she had an intense orgasm - her body convulsing and shuddering.



After several minutes of deep, hard strokes, she tapped my legs twice in a way that reminded me of a UFC fighter tapping out. "I tap out," she whispered with a moan. We cuddled for a while, and then she asked for more - but this time, she wanted it gentle.

She gets into the perfect doggy-style position with her back arched. I started thrusting from behind with long strokes, deep yet gentle ones that seemed to be just what she needed.



"You want me to be gentle?" I whispered to hr. She replied with a combination of a whisper and a moan: "yes, baby." I continued my slow, deep, and gentle strokes, loving the way they made her feel. And then she spoke again - this time, it was a soft whisper that sent shivers down my spine: "You're going to make me cum again."



As she warms up, I am able to go hard and deep again. As I pick up the pace, it triggers another intense orgasm. She screams out in ecstasy: "God, I fucking love your huge-ass dick!"



We had sex for hours, exploring every corner of each other's bodies with intense and deep thrusting. She was a willing participant, eager to please me and make sure I enjoyed myself as much as she did. We talked dirty, we laughed, we moaned - our connection was deep and intense. And when it was all over, her vagina was extremely wet and throbbing from the hours of deep hard thrusting.



We cuddled together on the bed, falling asleep in each other's arms. As we were falling asleep, she thanked me for the amazing experience we shared. She commented on how she felt seen, heard, and understood.


The night had been everything she hoped for and more, and we both knew that our lives were forever changed by this experience. As I drifted off into a peaceful slumber with her in my arms, I couldn't help but smile at the thought of how much pleasure we shared together - not just physical pleasure, but emotional connection as well.

This is a revision of a multi-part story I posted a while back that includes more detail and an fresh new chapter!

My neighbor came over the other day to ask if it was OK if his builder could temporarily remove some fence panels whilst extending his shed. He explained his plans and that they would put the panels back once the job was completed. I gave him the nod of approval and thought nothing more of it until a few days later when the builder arrived.

There were three of them, the more senior appeared to be the boss as he was barking orders to the other two. As we are just coming out of spring and into our summer the weather fluctuates from cold to pleasantly warm. On this day it was relatively warm, enough for a just a T-shirt shorts, especially if working outside reconstructing a shed.

I was busy at work in my home office which has a window facing the neighbor’s shed, so I could partially see their heads bobbing up and down above the fence line every now and then. Not being too nosy, but inquisitive, I took advantage of the tinted windows in my office knowing they could not see me watching them through my window.

I could only see a portion of their torso’s but from what I could see, all three of them were quite masculine with biceps to die for. I managed to continue working whilst glancing out the window occasionally getting a glimpse of each one while they worked. As lunch time approached I looked out and noticed a couple of T-shirts hanging over the fence rail. Now that got my attention and I almost bolted out my back door and around to the side fence to gain a better look.

One of the guys, the younger of the three was working near the fence line so I popped my head over to let him know it was OK if they needed to take a panel or two down to make the job easier. My cock almost put a dent in the fence as it sprung to attention, (the panels are made of aluminum). He looked to be around 25, really thick biceps and a great six pack that he was showing off. I noticed a faint line of hair running from his navel down to and into his shorts. If I didn’t know any better I’d also say he had a semi hard on as well. Either that or he had one massive sized cock inside those shorts he was wearing.

He thanked me for the information and said he would speak to the boss to let him know. As he turned to walk away my heart melted as he was showing his ass crack just at the top of his shorts. His ass looked so cute, it was obviously really tight and he definitely worked out in the gym. Feeling elated and also deflated, I turned to walk away back into my house thinking I would definitely have to satisfy this hard on once I got inside.

I almost got around the corner when the young guy called out to me. Without hesitation I quickly turned around to see what he wanted, and from the look he gave my groin I’d say he was certainly interested in what I was packing inside my shorts. “The boss said thanks, and we’ll put it all back once we’re done” he stated. “Like I said, it’s fine by me” I replied.

I don’t think he heard me, his eyes had fixed onto my bulging cock and he was in some kind of trance. My gaydar was working overtime and it was going “ding, ding, ding”. “Would you like a drink” I asked. “It’s almost lunch time and I was about to grab a bite and a drink” I added. He looked back at his boss, then back at me and said “Yeah, thanks. Just give me a few minutes to get these panels down and I’ll come on over”. I told him to come on in through the back entrance, the door would be open and I would have a cold one ready for him.

It felt like I sprinted from where I was to inside my house. Quickly checking my refrigerator for food and drink, I managed to throw together a quick salad sandwich and noted I had a few cold beers and soft drink to offer him along with either tea or coffee. I sat down at the table, slowly eating my sandwich when the door opened and he walked inside. He was still naked from the waist up and had removed his boots before entering the house. My cock stiffened immediately upon seeing him up close. He had clear skin, was suitably tanned most likely from working outside without a shirt or covering. His shorts were lowered slightly showing off where his tan line ended and lily-white skin started.

“I have my own lunch” he said as he walked over to the table, pulled out a chair and sat down. He had a brown paper bag with some prepared sandwiches inside which he quickly opened. “You mentioned a drink?” he stated, “what have you got on offer?” he went on to ask. I responded with “I have beer, soft drink, water, or if you like I can make you tea or a coffee”. As I stood up to grab whichever he decided, he stated “You know I saw your boner just before, didn’t you”. I was shocked, not that he’d noticed but that he was so open about it, and didn’t waste any time in mentioning it. With a question like that, what can one say?

“Well when I see such a perfect specimen of a man, my dick does what my dick does” I replied. “And as you can see, it’s still pretty hard” I added. Without another word said, he stood up from his seat, moved over to where I was standing and dropped to his knees. It all happened so quickly, my shorts and boxers were pulled down around my ankles in milliseconds. He grabbed hold of my shaft with both hands and began licking the head of my cock. It was already leaking pre-cum and was a stiff as a board.

He was playing with my nut sac with one hand and probing my hole with the other. His head was bobbing up and down on my cock, he was teasing my ass with his fingers and then there was the slurping sound as his saliva covered my shaft, it wasn’t long before I just let rip with a few ropes of my man juice. I buckled at the knees as he continued to take every drop I had on offer and he didn’t waste any of it. He looked up and smiled at me as he withdrew my cock from his mouth. Then he said he’d have to quickly eat his sandwich and get back to work, but thanked me for the drink.

He pretty much massacred the sandwich in seconds then he picked up his paper bag and started to walk out the door, only turning to tell me he enjoyed the drink and maybe the other young guy might be thirsty by afternoon tea time if I was interested. “Hell yes” I replied.

I’d never met anyone in a public toilet block before but after I’d been into this one in a village not far from me and found sex messages on the walls and phone numbers. I found myself getting hard. I found one message wanting meets there and to leave a time to meet. So I braved it and did.

I suggested 3pm on an afternoon five days from then. I had to have a wank in there before I left so I did, imagining if I’d actually go through with it or even if there was anyone at the end of the scrawled message.

The next day I didn’t have time to revisit to see if there’d been a reply but the day after I did. There it was, an answer saying yes, will be here and repeating the time, 3pm on the day I suggested It also read, I will use the word ‘Pharoah’ so you know it’s me. Before this I had only ever sucked guys off and they’d sucked me off and had my ass fingered which I admit I absolutely loved every time. I had never been fucked or fucked anyone at that point. Come the day I was in two minds whether to go but in the end I did and parked around the corner at 2:30pm, then walked past the toilet block a few times making my final decision.

On the third pass I went in and it was just after 3pm. There was no one there but I entered the same cubicle anyway and saw the message as it was when I found it. It was only a few minutes before I heard someone enter the block. There was breathing and silence. I stayed where I was in the cubicle, then a knock and then a quiet whisper which said, hey, Pharoah. I unlocked the door and he grinned, he said it was nice to meet me and walked in shutting and locking the door behind him.

He was about my height, heavier built, older but not by much. There wasn’t a lot of room for two fully-grown men but we managed. He said, thanks for the wanting to meet, I reciprocated. He didn’t waste time and immediately grabbed by groin and said, nice, my cock instantly grew under his grip, I felt a wave of panic but also excitement. This was still new to me. He began unfastening my jeans and slipped his hand inside and pulled me out, looking down he seemed to like what he found and started wanking me slowly. He stood really close, no choice. I worked hard not to cum right away and breathed while his hands did amazing things to my ever-growing cock.
Just before I was about to exploded he slowed to a stop then told me to pull his out, which I did, clumsily unfastening his jeans and pulling out his much larger than mine cock. It felt so good, hot, throbbing, wet with precum. I stroked him and he told me to sit in the seat and suck him. I did.

He held my head and while I held his cock between my fingers he shoved it into my mouth which I took willingly. At first it was awkward getting his rhythm but when I did I inhaled the smell of sex and let his precum trickle down my throat and smear my tongue. I was getting the hang of this, I thought, and he was so rampantly hard by now. I felt glad I wrote my reply on the wall.

After a while I was wondering if he would ever cum, he stopped me and then told me to bend over the cistern. I said okay and did what he told me. He grabbed my jeans and pulled them right down along with my boxers. He licked his fingers then he spat on my ass and slid one inside me, I almost shot my load as he began fingering my hole slowly at first them more as deep as he could go, then he forced another finger into me and even though it hurt initially I got used to it quick and started to go with it.

It was when he stretched my hole more with a third finger I almost told him to stop but I didn’t, I couldn’t; I was loving it. He spat again on my hole and fingered me so deep with all three. My cock has become too rigid it was fit to bursting.

He pulled his fingers out and I heard a slopping sound as he smeared his fingers in gel and then slid them in again, this time it felt easier and after a few strokes again pulled out. I was taking deep breaths when he asked if I wanted him to fuck me now. I nervously said I hadn’t been fucked before, not properly. He said then he would be my first and I felt what I knew was the tip of his cock touching my hole, and then pushing, pushing and he didn’t stop as I felt myself being stretched even more than the fingers had and then there was a feeling of a pop and I knew the head of his cock was now inside me, he edged it further in and out, over and over, his bare cock, my first ever cock, in my ass and well and truly fucking me.
He fucked me slow, deliberate and getting deeper with each stroke, as I had already discovered how big he was, I could feel every inch working into me making my hips move and I bent over further in the hope it would help. It did and he started well and truly fucking me in that cubicle, his cock moving more and more easily as I heard the gel and juices quietly slopping.

While braced against the cistern with one hand I grabbed my cock and then he reached round and placed it over mine and started to make me wank myself, he squeezed which just made me harder and all the while his cock was taking me for the first time, and I was wanting it so much now.

I couldn’t hold back any longer and cum while both me and him wanked me, my cum shot out like never before as I felt his cock inside me still now hitting my prostate and making me just want it all the more. The sensation was mind-blowing. His breathing changed and he gripped my hips and started fucking me even harder now, I braced again and felt him shoot his whole load inside me, fucking every last drop into my newly-fucked ass.

I couldn’t help but love the feeling of his hot cum in me and by now trickling out. We both stopped, breathing almost in time with each other. He pulled out and fastened his pants.

I stayed where I was for several minutes not sure what to do. He pulled my head around, kissed me on the lips and said, thanks babe, we should do this again and slipped his phone number into my pocket. He unlocked the door and was gone leaving me shocked at myself but also now certain that I want this and that I will want more. I will be calling him again soon.

About 7 years ago, another boring/useless work conference. However I didn't mind as it got me away from the small town I live in. Action there is few and far between. I've always had luck on hotel excursions. Besides that, the expenses fully covered by my employer.

The first night I hit the payload with several married and/or attached guys who needed their dicks sucked. Those guys always seem to drop the biggest loads! Wife or GF not providing oral service.

At lunch on the second day I searched for more possibilities for that evening. Started chatting with a guy who was also in Ottawa for work who was staying at a hotel kitty-corner from mine. Just my type, dark hair, moderately hairy. We agreed to chat some more later that afternoon after we both finished our meetings for the day.

Upon talking later he told be he was the head of a company in Vancouver, married, late 40s, originally from Iran. Discretion was a must for him. He asked if we could meet at my hotel as he had employees with him at his and didn't want to risk meeting at the bar/restaurant there. No problem as I was the only person from my work. Told him I would meet him in the lobby lounge area and said what I would be wearing.

It was early evening, late Spring, so still light out. Sitting by the window I could see a man exit the other hotel and cross the street headed towards my hotel. Not him I thought as he was in a full suit. As he passed the window heading for the entrance he nodded as he noticed me. My heart skipped a beat.

He greeted my with a very strong, business-like handshake and sat down while saying my name (which we had exchanged earlier). Damn I felt underdressed in my casual pants and polo shirt. This guy had some bucks behind him. Impeccably geared out: pressed shirt and pants, must have been an Armani suit and tie, polished shoes that would blind you in the sun, gold watch. On top of that he was gorgeous. Not a hair out of place with a trimmed beard that outlined his sculpted jaw. I was just waiting for him to tell me "thank-you" but it wasn't going to work for him. Wasn't the case. He was very nice, funny and we actually talked about each other for an hour. Finally he asked if we were going up to my room (I was too overwhelmed with him to suggest it myself). So off we went.

We barely got into the room when he grabbed me in a tight embrace and planted a passionate kiss with his full, moist lips. His cologne was subtle with a pleasant woody scent. It caught me by surprise because in our earlier conversations he said he was a total top who didn't reciprocate. I figured he just wanted a blow and go.

He asked me to strip him. Methodically I removed each piece, interrupted only by him ensuring he neatly hung or folded everything with every step. Every time reveling a bit more of his solid, gently manscaped, muscular body until finally I slipped off his underwear. Which he also folded LOL!

His cut cock was a perfect example of manhood. A large mushroom head, bulging veins accompanied by large low hanging balls, and it wasn't even fully erect. He pushed my face into his crotch and I open my mouth to take in the prize. It grew quickly in girth and length as I gobbled his meat.

Pulling me off and up, he started kissing me again as he led me onto the bed. After making out some more he guided back down to his waiting shaft. I worked it like there was no tomorrow. It seemed like he could last for a long time as there was no indication from him that he was ready to cum. Only words of encouragement switching between English and Farsi.

Then he stopped me with a question. "What time did I have to be at work tomorrow morning?" I told him I didn't as I was checking out at noon to go home. The same with him it seemed. "Then we better order breakfast from roomservice before continuing", he chuckled. Fuck, he's staying the night!

After ordering and before returning to bed he pulled a tube of lube out of his suit jacket pocked. I was going to get laid! We continued making out interspersed with me sucking his dick. True to his word he never sucked mine, however, his meaty hands were stroking it constantly. Finally, while on top of me he lifted my legs, lubed my hole and his cock and started to insert.

He was slow and gentle at first. His pushes inched deeper and deeper until the entire engorged sword was firmly planted. The passionate making out turned into an even more passionate lovemaking experience. The thrusts grew stronger and faster. Our moans grew as well until finally he orgasmed, filling me with his seed. I followed almost instantly, leaving a load of cream between our bellies.

Resting for a while in the afterglow, we showered together and I fell asleep in his arms. He nudged me awake during the night to repeat. Then again after breakfast.

Late one night when I was about 20 years old, I was standing on a subway platform, waiting for the next train to take me home after a long day of work.

I decided to walk over to a row of seats near the tail end of the platform so I could take a load off. There were very few people in the station, but there was a man already sitting in one if the seats, a book bag on his lap. From a distance he looked to be in his early forties, but as I got closer I realized he probably wasn’t much older than I was, 24 or 25 at most, but was going grey prematurely. He had this slightly nerdy look and shy demeanour, and wore glasses that were a few years behind in style.

He must’ve felt me absentmindedly staring at him, because he turned his head toward me and looked me straight in the eyes as I got closer.

He had the most striking eyes I’d ever seen. They were steel blue, almost metallic, which brought out his dark pupils, his full head of silver hair and incredibly thick and long eyelashes. It felt like they could stare directly into my mind. This sent an intense shiver up my spine. I immediately looked away, surprised by this sudden surge of sensations. But I could still feel his eyes on me as I walked by him.

That made me feel a little weirded out, so I opted to walk a little further away and not sit down.

As I stood there, I felt the strongest urge to turn my head back around and see if he was still looking at me. The hair on the nape of my neck stood up at the idea, and I felt my cock getting hard.

This was all very confusing. I’d never reacted this way to making eye contact with anyone, man or woman.

But the need to look at him again grew too strong, so I turned around slowly to give him a furtive glance.

He immediately looked away and his cheeks instantly turned crimson red. To my great surprise, this made my heart race and my cock grow harder still. I turned my back to him one more.

What was happening to me?!? I’d never gotten hard from such an interaction, let alone with a man! And I was HARD. Harder than I’d been in quite a while, in fact.

I felt a drop of water fall into my hand. I looked down and quickly realized it was sweat, dripping down from my chin. My face felt boiling hot. I must’ve been blushing as hard as he was.

Again I thought “what’s going on?! I never blush!”

I felt self-conscious about the sweat on my face so I tried to wipe some of it away with my sleeve. In doing so I snuck another look at the guy, and did an almost comical double take.

He’d taken his cock out of his pants and was shielding it from anyone else’s view with his book bag.

This time I didn’t look away. I couldn’t look away, in fact. I was shocked, even mesmerized. Nothing like this has ever happened to me. This was 1995 or 1996, the internet was barely a thing, let alone smart phones and “dating” apps. Porn was hard to get your hands on, and I was too shy to buy it for myself. A couple years earlier a friend of mine has broken into his dad’s stash and given me a couple magazines, which of hidden in my closet and “used” so much they’d fallen apart after a few weeks.

All this to say : I’d never seen an erect penis, besides my own, and the guys’ in those worn out magazines.

I looked up from his crotch and once again looked at his face. He was staring at me with eyes that seemed even more penetrating than they had earlier.

The train came roaring out of its tunnel and startled me back into reality. I looked around, panicked at the thought that anyone had noticed his exposed cock — and me staring at it! But there was hardly anyone around.

The doors opened and we both got on, him holding his book bag in front of his crotch. We were in the last car and it wad late, so it was completely empty.

My flasher sat down on a seat facing away from everyone else and put his book bag down on the seat next to him. His dick was still out, still very hard, almost as crimson as his face has been moments earlier.

It was… big! He probably has a couple inches on me, and I my cock was somewhere between six and seven inches long. It was also thicker, and like mine, uncut.

He opened his legs wide, unzipped his pants and fished out his balls. DAMN. They must’ve been twice as big as mine. Much less hairy though. Thinking back on it he was probably shaved, which I learned later in life was a good way to make yourself look bigger. This guy knew what he was doing…

I looked up at his face once more. Still the same laser-sharp stare, no smile. I’d look down at his crotch, back up to his face, down and up, down and up… he never stopped looking me in the eyes, never down at himself. I suddenly realized that was what he was craving : my eyes, my stare, my facial reactions to him exposing himself to me.

And I also realized was giving him exactly what he wanted. That thought made me harder and harder still. I could also feel precum leaking out of my dick, so much so that my underwear was starting to feel soaked and somewhat sticky.

Then he sat up from his seat a bit and started pulling down his pants. When they down around his ankles, he carefully pulled them over his shoes. He then folded them up neatly, all the while still staring at me.

What he did next shocked me even more. His held out his folded pants to me. He wanted me to take them.

I was frozen in place. I couldn’t believe this. He held them out even closer to me and very slightly stuck his chin out toward me, as if to say “go on, take them.”

I held out my hands to take his pants from him. Then he broke his stare for the first time in a good two or three minutes. He looked at my own book bag, which I was barely aware I still held in my right hand. Then looked up at his pants, then bag down to my bag, then back up to my eyes.

The instruction was clear : put my pants in your book bag. I frowned at his, incredulously, then raised my eyebrows as if to say “are you serious about this, dude?!”.

He nodded his head, almost imperceptibly.

I put the bag down on the floor of the train car, unzipped it and stuffed his pants into it.

When I stood back up, he was holding his white briefs out to me. I gasped. But I understood. I took from his hand.

He looked at my hand holding his underwear, back up at me. Then he slightly stuck his chin out at them and gave a soft but undeniable sniff, and started back up at eyes, more intently than he yet had. Again I understood what he meant.

I raised his briefs up to my face and gave them a quick smell. His eyes widened and he nodded his head, still ever so slightly, but several times as if to say “yes, yes, that’s if, do it again, but sniff harder.”

I obliged, still reeling from this surreal experience, still hard as a rock and soaking my undies more and more.

I pushed his briefs into my face this time, closed my eyes and inhaled deeply. The smell was a mix of laundry detergent, bleach and mildly musky sweat. It wasn’t unpleasant. It was, in fact, intoxicating.

I opened my eyes and saw that his face was even redder than earlier. Ditto for his cock, which has started visibly throbbing and seemed harder and girthier still.

So I inhaled again, this time keeping my eyes open and staring right back into his.

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His name was Aran Elliot. He was six foot three, two hundred and fifty pounds, and built like a Roman gladiator. His eyes dazzled blue, his hair verged on blond, and at twenty years old, he was the eye candy for hundreds of college students, both male and female.

I knew a lot about Aran, because I'd been secretly in love with him for longer than I cared to remember. I knew that he brushed his teeth after every meal. I knew that on Fridays he spent an extra ten minutes in the shower, and I knew that he didn't like coffee, but he drank it anyway because he thought it made him look sophisticated.

The reason I knew all of this stuff is because I wasn't just in love with Aran, but I was also his roommate.

I wasn't sure if it was a curse or a blessing. I was only eighteen, so I never expected to be bunked with anybody older than me, but it felt like my prayers had been answered when I walked in to find him grinning at me.

We'd been neighbours growing up, and even though Aran had always been the cool, popular, cute guy, he still made time for my dorky ass which is probably what caused this debilitating crush.

On the opposite end of things, having someone like him saunter around the dorm room, blissfully unaware that even the mere scent of him turned me ravenous, was akin to torture. I felt like I was in a desert, and even though a glass of water sat across from me, I could never drink it.

He wasn't cruel, either. He knew I was gay after my mom told his mom a few years prior. He never once made me feel bad about it. In fact, he regularly enquired as to how my search for love was going, and I regularly lied, and told him it was going fine.

But it wasn't fine.

I wasn't even a bad looking guy! Sure, I was a little skinny, and maybe my unruly brown hair could do with some attention, but I wasn't that bad. I knew it, because I downloaded Grindr once, and was flooded with messages telling me how cute I was. The only problem, however, was that the vast amount of said messages were coming from men who had more things in common with my grandpa than with me.

The bitter reality was that Aran was a straight guy. Not only was he straight, but he was straight straight. You know the ones. They play sports and say bro all the time. They drive trucks, drink beer and belch. Yeah, that was Aran, though at least he was kind.

My only saving grace was that Aran was a playful kind of guy. It wasn't that he would tease me, but he knew that the key to getting me to do anything was pretty straight forward.

"Can you tell my girlfriend I'm sick?" He had once asked, and when I refused, Aran accidentally dropped a pair of his worn boxer briefs onto my lap.

"Can you go and get me a box of donuts?" Was another, and when I groaned, he suddenly needed a shower, and stripped to his underwear right before my eyes.

It was certainly an interesting relationship, and even though I would never get to touch the beefy jock, looking was quite alright.



The holidays were quickly approaching. Aran was supposed to be visiting his girlfriend's family for the first time, but he'd been acting weird about it for weeks. He'd been out with some friends prior to returning to the dorm room pretty wasted, and finally he blurted it out.

"I don't love her, bro" he sighed, peeling off his t-shirt to reveal his immaculate abs. "I don't even think I like her anymore!"

I was pretty focused on his increasingly naked body, but the answer was pretty simple.

"Break up with her then" I shrugged, watching as he shimmied his pants down his legs and lay back on his pillow.

Thick tufts of black hair covered his armpits as he wrapped his hands behind his head. His chest was mostly smooth, but a line of the same hair led from his bellybutton down into his underwear. It was strange to be jealous of hair.

"I can't" he groaned, "you know what I'm like with confrontation".

I did know. As big and intimidating as Aran could be, he hated anything that could result in an argument. He reminded me of a very hot teddy bear.

"You know" he said, his voice rising an octave.

"No way!" I scoffed, already knowing where he was going, "I'm not breaking up with your girlfriend for you".

Before I could continue, Aran was on his knees, bouncing toward me with his hands clasped and his face scrunched up as his large puppy-dog eyes gazed through me.

"Pretty please?" He whimpered, reaching the edge of my bed.

"No way, man!" I laughed, pushing his head back, "that's your shit to deal with".

He groaned and dropped his head on the mattress beside me. Oh, how I wanted to caress his beautiful face.

"I'll give you one hundred thousand dollars" he mumbled.

"Will you?" I smirked, "don't you owe your mom like two hundred bucks?"

"See?" He moaned, "don't you feel sorry for me? Won't you reach out a helping hand to your best friend in the world?"

I smiled as he begged.

It was always funny to me how different Aran acted in the privacy of the dorm room. Out on campus, he was this tough, scary beast of a guy, yet in here, well... He was begging on his knees wearing just his underpants. The thought was actually quite arousing.

"How about this" he said, and I rolled my eyes, and immediately stopped and froze on the bed as Aran's hand slid across my leg.

"What are you doing?" I asked, watching as it travelled closer to my groin.

I felt my heart begin to pound in my chest. Sure, he joked around sometimes but he'd never actually touched me.

"A... Aran?" I choked, as his second hand reached over so he had either side of my pants. "Aran what –"

"Just shush for a minute" he smirked.

I did shush. I shushed and I watched as my roommate began to lower my pants, revealing a pair of embarrassingly tight briefs that I should have thrown out a long time ago.

Aran continued pulling them down until they rested over my shins, then he sat on the edge of the bed and took my wrist.

"You do me a favour" he said, "and I'll do you a favour".

My mouth fell open as he guided my hand toward his bulging package. He pressed my palm against it, and I felt the warmth as it throbbed inside.

"This... I... You..."

"Just shush" he repeated, and it felt like fireworks had begun to erupt inside me as his hand closed around the crotch of my briefs.

"So what do you say?" He asked, rubbing me as I stiffened in my underwear.

I gasped, then bit down on my lip as I realised that we were both becoming erect.

"I... I uh... Yeah... Yeah"

Aran grinned at me and pulled down the front of my briefs. My six inch cock bounced out, slapping against my smooth groin as he wrapped his hand around it and made me gasp.

"Nice cock" he said, raising a brow.

With his free hand, Aran dragged his own underwear down his muscular thighs and returned my hand to his cock.

I couldn't make a sound. I simply gawped at the scene as it unfolded right before my eyes. His cock was larger than mine which was unsurprising. He was semi-erect, and the head was the size of a peach. I stared at it as he closed my fingers around it, and suddenly we were jerking each other off.

We didn't talk. There was nothing that could possibly be said in that moment. All we could do was wank each other off, and I was sure that I had never been more aroused in my entire life.

He sped up. My foreskin slid back and forth over my helmet, sliding my pre-cum up and down my shaft. I was becoming more and more breathless by the second, and the only reason I hadn't cum yet, was because I was trying to focus my attention on the mammoth rod in my hand.

Aran must have been at least eight inches long and as wide as a bat. He was cut, and his pole was now slick with fluid as I pumped him.

He groaned gently, and that sent a wave of pleasure through my body. It was better than I could have ever imagined, and I had imagined.

Minutes went by. Five first, then ten. I was pretty sure that I was close to orgasm, but when Aran sped up, I was certain.

The sound of sloshing filled the small dorm room. I could smell his fresh sweat, and the scent of young excitement in the air. He gasped before I did. His large body became stiff as he swung around and took over.

He fucked his hand. Pushed his groin toward my body and dragged my shirt up my chest. I took hold of my own cock as my muscular roommate jerked rapidly, and then I felt it.

Splashes of hot cum began to drench my chest and stomach. Aran moaned loudly, still pumping wildly as more and more of his seed soaked into me. It pooled in my bellybutton, cascaded down my sides, and covered me almost completely.

Feeling him pour on me sent me over the edge. I grunted and groaned, my body tensed and tightened, and the orgasm that burned through me was one of the strongest I had ever felt.

My own sperm gushed from my swollen cock head, splashing across my soaking torso and pooling with Aran's in a cocktail of passion. Every inch of my body came alive with a fiery excitement, and when my balls had finished shooting wads of cum, I sank into the bed, limp and breathless.

He sat back down. His naked butt was inches from me, his hand was busy squeezing the last of his load out, and when he turned to me, he was grinning.

"So" he smirked, "you'll do that favour for me?"


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He came to the door with a stunning smile and a bouquet of flowers. His attire consisted of a pair of faded jeans and a white tee shirt. He wasn't in perfect physical condition but his appearance was pleasing to the eye. His hair was soft, dark brown, and curly. His deep blue eyes sparkled in the light, like diamonds in the sky.

She answered the door with haste. Her cropped brown hair was freshly styled and her scent filled is nose with fresh aroma. The dress she wore was a simple blue Jean mini, cut just above the knee. She had the deepest blue eyes he had ever seen and a smile that was to die for. She had beautiful long slender legs that looked sleek and silky smooth.

As he entered the room his cologne of spice wafted through the air as she inhaled. There he was standing before her; she couldn't believe her eyes. She had seen a few pictures and talked to him on the telephone but it didn't compare to the person standing just inches away from her. He was so masculine, sensuous and yet so sensitive and caring.

He gazed at her with a wanton stare. It took all his will power to keep from rushing over and taking her at that moment Everything about her reeked of sex. From the way, she pushed a lock of hair from her face to the way she walked across a room.

She escorted him to the sofa. He handed her the fresh cut spring bouquet. She took the flowers inhaled their fragrance and took them to the kitchen to put them in a vase of water. She offered him a drink of rum and coke and he accepted. She prepared the drinks and returned to the living room. She then turned on some soft romantic music and sat down across from him.

As they sipped their drinks and became more at ease with one another she moved to the sofa to be next to him. They hadn't made any elaborate plans, just to meet and share a drink.

The couple was relating to each other well as the night progressed. Each having their own fantasy of what they would like to do with the other.

He was thinking of how easy it would be to slide his hand up her dress and feel the wetness of her womanhood. He would love to taste the liquid and smell her feminine fragrance. He was thinking of how he could pleasure her with his fingers then his tongue and finally his hard cock. He wanted to caress her breasts and run his tongue around her nipples and in the valley that lay between the two mounds of soft firm flesh. He wanted to taste the sweetness of her skin and pleasure her in ways she could only imagine.

Her mind raced as thoughts of undressing him danced in her mind. She wanted to caress him and grip his buttocks as she sucked his soft penis into stiffness. She wanted to feel his cock harden in her mouth as she sent chills of ecstasy through his body. She wanted him to taste her milky fountain as she sucked him giving his cock a tonsil massage as he glided deep into her throat.

He reached out to touch her hand and startled her. She noticed his glass was empty and offered him another drink. He accepted. As she poured the rum into the glasses, she felt a pair of hands caressing her back as they moved around to caress her breasts. He could feel her erect nipples standing at attention through the material of her clothing. As he caressed her body, she laid her head back to rest upon his chest. He began kissing her neck moving down to reveal an area of skin on her shoulder. She moaned at the pleasure of his touch. She turned around to face him. The two interlocked in a kiss that would melt Antarctica. The kisses grew more intense and heated.

He cleared a space on the counter top and placed the fiery vixen upon the cold Formica. He slid his hand slowly up her dress caressing her legs and inner thighs as he continued to kiss her with tender passion. He soon revealed there were no undergarments beneath the dress but there was plenty of wetness for his fingers to dance in. His fingers moved in and out of her vagina stopping only to tease her clit. He then removed her dress completely. Her firm breasts begged him to taste their pleasure and he obliged making sure to tease each nipple with his tongue. First the right holding them together licking the valley as he moved to the left breast. She found the will power to undo his jeans revealing black mesh underwear restraining a hard stiff cock. His pants dropped to floor as he stepped out of them and removed his shirt. While caressing his rod, she noticed the skin felt taught and soft. She could feel the veins along the sides bulging and throbbing as though they would burst at the stroke of her hand. She traced the tip of the penis with her fingers and he let out a moan. He was still finger dancing in her vagina but now with a faster deeper pace.

He began kissing her with more fury, pulling her closer. He then lifted her off the counter and placed her onto his rod. As he slid inside her, she wrapped her legs around his waist. He supported her as he moved her up and down on his hard bulging cock. He moved faster and faster up and down the feeling was so intense she leaned back so she could get the full impact of his dick deep inside her.

He moved to support her against a wall as he continued to assist her up and down on his throbbing dick.

Oh how wonderful this felt he didn't want it to end. He was deep inside her pushing and pulling her up and down on his member giving them both a ride of their lives.

She let out a loud long moan as she emptied her fluid onto his cock. He could feel her juices trickle down his shaft and onto his balls. He continued to ride her as she pushed away from the wall allowing her body to lean back giving him deeper access to her canal.

He could feel his self about to erupt as he plunged deep inside her. His hard cock throbbed and tingled as his sticky warm fluid spilled into her depths of femininity.

Exhausted, exasperated and quite satisfied he removed her from his staff, setting her back upon the counter top.

She gathered herself up and slid down. She finished making the drinks and handed him one. She led him back to the sofa. This time she sat next to him resting her head on his chest. He wrapped his arm around her as the song "Unforgettable" played on the stereo. She looked into his eyes and said, "This song says it all."

Both believed it had definitely been an unforgettable evening.

THE END

What a week it’s been. Work has sucked. We lost 2 accounts, Our boss Scott got fired, we weren’t sure if we were safe yet, and on top of all that… Jim was in a the middle of a bad divorce


We had decided to go to a strip cluh and relax and relieve some stress. Scott backed out at the last minute. But Jim and I decided to go anyway.

I met him at his apartment. It was in a bad area and run down. But it’s ok. I’m not judging . His divorce was bleeding him dry.

We spent most of the night in the “champagne room” I paid for a lot of lap dances for him. I did a few too. But I was letting him have most of the fun. I’d been single for a while and had a few hookups here and there. But he hasn’t in a long time.

I’ll admit. The girl giving me lap dances was really good and had me on the edge a few times. But I held it in. Thank god. My pants would have shown a cum stain easily.

We were in the car on the way home. Jim was driving his Tahoe.

My cock was throbbing still. I had noticed Jim adjust himself multiple times. But kept squirming in his seat.

“You ok my man?” I asked

“Fuck no… it’s so fucking uncomfortable. I’m still… aroused, so to speak, and it’s killing me in these jeans.

“Hahahah I get it man” I said. My cock was trapped too… I rubbed my bulge. It felt so hard. And my own touch felt amazing..

“Yeah. I can’t take it. Fuck” he said.

I looked over at him. He kinda of looked miserable and was still squirming.

“The Bouncing and moving isn’t helping either. It’s making me harder”. He groaned

“Undo you jeans man.. let it get some room” I said. Shrugging.

“I can’t do that” he said.

“It’s all good. We are adults. I’ve seen a dick before” I said.

“I know. But that’s weird isn’t it. I don’t want to weird you out Matt” he said.

“Dude. Seriously. It’s ok. I get it. I’m uncomfortable too, and you’re in jeans!” said. “It’s a long drive home too”.


“Jesus… I guess” he finally relented and reached down and undid his button and zipper. His bulging underwear popped up slightly.

“See that’s better right?” I said.

“Mind if I pull it out completely”. He asked.

“Yeah man. That’s fine”. I watched him pull his underwear down under his balls and I literally gasped.

“Jesus James” I said loudly. I’ve never called him James and I’ve never seen a more impressive cock in my life.

“What?” He said. Covering it up again.

“No. Don’t do that. It wasn’t that. It’s just… dude. You have the biggest cock I’ve ever seen in person”

“Really?” He said. “No way”.

“Dude. You’re huge. Mine isn’t even close to that big”. I said. A little ashamed. “I don’t want to be a creep. But I can I turn the light on to see it better? I said.

“Uhm. Sure I guess!” He said.

I clicked the map light on. His red underwear was tucked under his huge hairy balls and his long fat cock stuck straight up. It’s thick head throbbing. Precum dripping down the head

“Dude how big are you?” I asked.

“About 7.25 inches long. I’m about 2.5 inches thick” he smiled.

“Fuck dude. You’re big as fuck. I feel small as fuck now and I’ve always felt small” I said.

“I’m sure you’re fine man. Who cares anyway” he said. “You know what… Let’s see yours”

“Oh hell no… no after seeing that” I said pointing at his monster

“Dude. Bring it out. Fair is fair. I want to see it!” He demanded.

“Fuck….. ugh. Whatever” I sat up and pulled my pants and underwear down to my knees. The air from the heater blowing on my bare skin made my cock throb. The bouncing of the car was making the sensations worse. My balls ached. I looked down at it. It was purple and swollen so much. The head flared and was completely coated in my precum. I had been edging for hours now. I could smell my wet cock. My legs and arms were covered in goose bumps. I was too close. My balls were so tight and aching

“Dude. Your cock is hot!!” He said loudly. Swerving as he stared at it.

“Watch the road dumbass!” I yelled and laughed.

“Haha. Sorry. Seriously. You have a really nice cock.” I looked at him staring at it. It made my hardon throb more. The head flared in and out with my heartbeat. I took deep breathes trying to stamp down my climax before i went over that edge I looked at his cock. He was stroking it. Precum flowing over the sides of his thick head. Fuck this is so hot. I can’t believe this.
I watched his hand leave his cock and move toward me. I sat back, my eyes wide as his hot hand touched my thigh his fingers touching my bush. It was all too much.

“Oh fuck James!… uuuggghnnn uuggggg uuggnnn uuugghh” I groaned and grunted loudly as he pushed my passed the point of no return and my cock bobbed up and down quickly , cum shot out landing on his dash multiple times. His floors, and his leather seats. .

“Fuck dude!” He yelled.

“Oh my god man. I’m sorry. Jesus. I can’t believe that happened” I was so mortified and my face was on fire.

“Sorry?!? Sorry?!?!” He gasped. “Why?? That was hot as fuck!” He swerved again. “Sorry. Shit”
I looked over at him. His eyes were wide. I hadn’t noticed his hand had left my thigh and was moving up and down his thick cock.

I’m not sure why, but I reached out with my left hand and wrapped it around his massive dick and pushed his away. I began to stroke him slowly. He adjusted in his seat and thrust into my grip and then sat back and drove as I tugged on him.

“Oh fuck man… yes. Uuuugg” he moaned.
“Does that feel good?” I asked.

“Fuck yes” he moaned.

“Dude your dick is so thick and hard. Good god” I said softly.

“Thanks.” He replied softly.

I jerked him like this for a few minutes, but my arm was throbbing. I twisted to my left hip and reached over and began stroking him with my right hand.

“Fuck man!” He said suddenly.

“What? What’s wrong?” I asked my hand stopped stroking him.

“Fuck… nothing. But you’ve got a fat ass” he groaned and I felt his hand slap my bare asscheek playfully, and then grip it hard. My pants still around my knees. I hadn’t even thought of that. But the feeling of his hand gripping my ass wasn’t bad. And wasn’t unwanted to be honest.. it felt good. My body was on fire. I could feel more cum dripping from my cock. I began to stroke him again. I could feel his cum under my hand.. My cock was hard again and throbbing.

I moved closer to the center console and leaned over him. Laying my head on his chest as i jerked him off more quickly. His hand adjusted on my ass. He squeezed it tightly again. I could feel his fingers near my hair on my balls and it sent chills down my body. I wiggled my ass and he slapped it playfully and grabbed it again.

“You have a fat ass man!” He said.

“Thanks I guess” moaned against his chest as I began to jerk him off quickly. His cock soaked in precum it was so slick and sloppy. I gripped him tightly and twisted my hand back and forth as I moved up and down its length.

“Oh fuck man. Oh fuck” he moaned.

“You like that?” I asked as I continued to stroke him.

“Oh fuck yeah man. Oh fuck that feels incredible”.

We pulled into his parking space. My car in front of his. I continued to pull on him aggressively. My arm was throbbing, but so was my cock.

“I’m going to cum man” he groaned. His hand fell from the steering wheel and held my hand as I jerked him off.

“That’s it man” he grunted “uuunnngg. Uuunnng” he grunted loudly as his body jerked. He grabbed my ass painfully. I saw the cum erupt from the wide opening of his thick head and it landing on my face. The second shot hit my lips “Ugh. Unnngg. Uuuughnn” he groaned with each spasm of his cock. His hot cum all over my face and his abdomen. It set me off again and my cock erupted onto the console and seat

“Oh god I’m cumming again.. uuuughhnn uuuunngggg fuck!!!” i groaned against his chest.

We sat that way for a few moments. Cum dripping from my face. I finally sat up.

“I should probably leave… I need to clean up”. My mind spinning about what just happened. I felt so hot. And so ashamed at the same time.

“I’m sorry man” he said. “What did we just do?” He said.

“We had fun. Don’t be sorry. But… this never happened” I said.

“Ok” he said. But sounded a little disappointed

“You want to come in” he said finally.

“No… i probably shouldn’t”. I wiped my face off with my shirt. Pulled my pants over my soaking wet dick and climbed out.

“See you Monday at work… ok Jim?” I said

“Of course man. See ya” he said as I closed the door and jumped in my car and left.