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"Hello."
"Hey baby. How are you doing?"
I breathed out, "I'm fine Kenny. How are you?"
"What's wrong with you? You sound out of breath. You running over there?"
"I am just waking up from a dream I had last night. It was hot and steamy."
"Oooh. Tell me about it."
"Well, it was late at night, probably around midnight. I was sleeping in this nice big bed with black satin sheets on it. The top sheet was barely covering my soft silk caramel skin. I was awaken by the sound of the curtains moving swiftly with the blowing of the wind. I got up, went over to the window, closed and locked it. I was startled by the sound of a male's voice in the dark background.
"You have a nice body. I love your ass."
Out of fright I responded, "Who's there? Show yourself."
He stepped into the gleam of the light that was coming from the bathroom. He walked toward my bed with one hand in his pocket as if he was very comfortable here.
Still on a defense and heart vibrating harder than a dildo, I moved back toward a chair I had near my lamp table.
He responded, "No need to get the weapon sweetie. I'm not here to harm you, but to help you. I'm the Pussy Burglar, and I have chosen you as my next victim. Don't be fretful; I'm here to take care of your needs."
"What needs are those," I slowly breathed out as my body began to become less and less tensed.
"You are in the need of a hard cock. And as the Pussy Burglar I'm here to give it to you. I sneak into ladies windows and sample a piece of their pussy. They are frightened at first, but by the time I'm finished, they are rest assured and dreaming of sweet thoughts of me. Some are never the same afterwards."
"To be honest, you are a good looking man. I wouldn't mind giving you some as good as you look," I said with my arousal clouding my judgments.
"That's why I'm hesitant to give it to you. You may not know it, but you've been expecting me. I'm not used to women who are expecting me. I like to go in on surprise. I've been watching you, your goings and comings. You have the sexiest walk I have ever seen on a woman. The way your ass cheeks move in those fitted skirts you wear to work. I love to watch your breasts as they move to the rhythm of your body. Once you walked past me. I was so taken by the scent of your perfume; I followed you to work, admiring you. Once, you winked at me, but never thought twice about it. I can tell you wear sexy underwear underneath your business attire on Fridays."
Shocked by his revelations, I responded, "How do you know that?"
"On Fridays, you walk different, sexier, hornier. If I imagine hard enough, I can almost smell the delicious scent of your juicy pussy. I bet it taste good."
I let down my guards and walked up to him, and said, "Strip."
Shocked by my response, he became a little intimidated. He now knew that he wasn't in control over the situation anymore; I was. Instead of now being his victim, I was now his victor. He was my subject, and was about to beckon unto my call. He might have come as the burglar to steal the pussy, but I was willing to give it to him. He stripped.
"Now if it's this pussy you want, it's the pussy you are going to get. First, you are going to lick it. Then you are going to use your fingers to expose my wet pink pussy and my clit. You are going to suck on my clit and as you do, you will put a finger in my pussy to lubricate it. Once your finger is lubricated, you will put it in my ass. This pussy that you are here to take, you will take care of it before you take it."
I turned, walked over to the bed and climbed in . I lay on my back, exposing my body and pussy with my legs wide open. I can tell by the look on his face that he wasn't expecting this twist. Then the look on his face turned from being intimidated to a sexual hunger. He was looking sexier than ever. He was about 6'3 with trimmed blond hair, blue eyes, with a trimmed goatee. I can tell he took very good care of his body. He had long strong arms, with broad shoulders, and "six pack" abs with a tight ass. He also had nice long legs with bulging muscles, and I was ready for him.
He walked slowly to my bed as if he was a jungle animal staking out his prey, and I was it. He didn't take his eyes off of me for a second. My body grew with anticipation and trembled with strong desires. I was shivering of what was to come. He slid both hands down the side of my thighs up to my hips. He grabbed me and pulled me to the edge of the bed. I gave him a devious smile. My legs rested on his shoulders. He took the thumb of his left hand and pressed it on my clit. He took a finger of the other hand and slid it into my throbbing pussy. He took it out and sucked the juices. He slid two fingers into my pussy. He took them out and brought them up to my mouth. I open up, and he said, "Lick it."
He got down on his knees as he held my feet on the edge of the bed. I then felt a warm tongue licking up and down on my pussy lips. I began to moan. After a few licks, he slid his tongue between my lips and wiggled it; I moaned even more. He then exposed my hardened clit, and slipped it in his mouth, and he began to suck on it. My body shivered with pleasure. He took his fingers again and slid them into my needy pussy. He was pleasing me like my man hadn't. I could hear the slurping sound of him eating me out. He continued to suck on my clit, and then he moved his tongue down into my pussy to tongue fuck me. An arch was in my back as I breathed through my teeth, and he took the other hand and grabbed my nipples which were very erect from his "attention". As he tongued fucked me, his fingers were fucking my ass, giving me more pleasure. He was pleasing me as if I was his woman. He knew how to respond to my orders. He gave my pussy one last kiss and stood up. He slapped his hard cock against my pussy to tease it more. Now I see why he left ladies in dreamland. I wanted him more than ever.
"You want this hard cock don't you? You been needing it. I know your man ain't giving it to you like you like it or you would have told me to leave. Wouldn't you?"
I was too into him to respond. He was right. My man was holding back on me. I was hornier everytime we fucked because he never satisfied me. I had an animal sex drive, and he wasn't ready for it.
For a white guy, my burglar had a nice big dick. I might have to keep him on the side. I wanted his ass.
He continued to spank my pussy with his hard dick, and I was getting turned on more and more by the second. His aggressiveness returned and he was back in charge. He looked at me, and pushed his hard dick in me. I held on to the sheets as I struggled to breathe. His thrust took my breath away. He was all up in my pussy. His moves began to get faster as he started to bang me... My breasts were moving fiercely back and forth with his in comings. He held my legs wide apart and took my pussy... I moaned with ecstasy as he worked me. The bed was shaking and letting me know we were working it. He stopped moving. He took out his dick, looked at me and demanded me to get on my knees. His hard dick was dripping with my juices and it looked appetizing.
I got on my knees and took his cock into my mouth. I was the woman who vowed never to kiss a dick and here I was sucking my juices off of his.
"I know you ain't tasted a dick before, but you been wanting to. Look how you licking yourself off of me. That's right, taste yourself baby. You taste good don't you?"
I sucked even more as I breathed the smell of his manhood mixed with the aroma of my sweet pussy. I then licked down to his balls. Even more juices were there as I felt them smack against my pussy as he was fucking me. A little kinkiness took over and I played with his ass. He responded by gently rubbing my face. I then rubbed my pussy and felt my juices to lubricate my fingers. I took a finger lubed with my juices and slipped it into his ass. He flinched with pleasure and moans. He grabbed the back of my head and I ran my fingers up and down his rippled abs to feel him as I swallowed him. By the pace of his rhythm I could tell he was about to explode. I continued to suck him as he was moving faster. Just as he was about to cum, I released him. He shot his hot cum onto my big caramel tits and I rubbed his hot load into my hardened nipples. He still had a hardon.
He grabbed my two mounds and covered his dick. This was the first time someone had ever did a titty fuck with me. I liked it. It felt good. He ordered me back onto the bed.
I lay with my chest on the bed and my ass in the air. I felt a hard cock come into my pussy as my ass was being spread apart. I could hear him panting and breathing harder than before. This pussy was good to him. I felt my ass shake every time he entered me. He got a little wilder and began to spank me. I wiggled my ass to it. He did it again, and again I responded with a wiggle. I bucked on his dick as he rode my pussy from behind. He stopped and pushed that hard dick into my ass. He had to go slowly for I haven't had much experience in ass fucking. He could tell, because he felt my tightness as he entered me.
He rubbed my back to assure me and to relax me. He kissed my back to let me know he would be gentle. He was in. I screamed with pain; satisfying pain. My face frowned with each plunge into my ass.
"That's it baby. Take all of this cock in you. I know you wanted it. Ooooh look how I ride this nice supple ass of yours. I love fucking black pussy. I want this ass all the time. Who's ass is it?"
I screamed, "Yours."
"Who ass is it," he asked as he smacked my ass over and over.
"Yours," I screamed out.
"Who's ass is it bitch?"
"Your ass. It's your ass."
By the tone in his voice, I could tell he was smiling at me. He liked when I kept repeating it was his ass, and for the moment, it was his ass. I had no more control. Juices were now oozing out of my pussy as he continued to fuck my ass, stretching me up even more.
He then stopped. He laid on the bed with his cock standing straight up with a curve in it and told me to ride him; he was about to cum and wanted to shoot his load up in me. I obliged.
He slowly slid down on his dick. He breathed a moan for my pussy was tight. I moaned because of the little pain from him fucking my ass, but I was enjoying his fuck. He grabbed my tits as his dick disappeared into my wet pussy. I leaned into him and he sucked on my nipples. His body moved with the rhythm of me bouncing up and down on his dick.
I move my pussy back and forth on his dick. He wasn't too far from coming because he grabbed my hips and pumped his dick into me. He was on the edge of cumming; I could see it in his face. We were now both humping like animals in heat. We were loudly moaning as the bed whacked up against the walls, and we were about to explode together.
He gave me one last hard hump and held it, and I grabbed hold of him as we both screamed with pleasure as our juices met in my pussy. The juices oozed out of my pussy and down his dick on to his balls. I could tell he was pleased as his dick shrunk out of my pussy. We were sweating from the pleasing each other. I still sat there on his lap, unable to move.
I eased down onto the bed on my side and he rubbed his hands up and down my body. He gave special attention to my ass, and apologized for hurting me, but he knew I enjoyed what he did. He turned me over on my back to give my pussy one last kiss as he tasted his cum mixed with my juices. He then kissed my forehead, and I closed my eyes."
"That was all of my dream Kenny."
I heard a dead silence.
"Hello? Are you there?"
Just then I heard my man moaning and breathing hard as he was cumming. I wasn't upset because I was rubbing my pussy as I told it to him, and my ass was feeling a little better. To him it was a dream. To me, maybe it wasn't.

Hey Leor said opening a huge steel door. nice door I said.
He turned around, same muscular back I remember. He is so hot from the back, from the front.
Hey so you live here now? did you win some new york lottery?
Leor smiled entering the kitchen. my eyes were fixed on his arms with the cups and coffee machine.
So? tell me, how you happen to live here?
Leor in his sexy deep-soft radio presenter voice said: "oh Im security for this client when he is in nyc".
So he lets you just live here? why? Leor always had some stories, we were never sure how much was true.
Then again, in the unit we knew he would probably be succesful. maybe marry a hot rich girl. not maybe, for sure.
Im finishing my MBA he said already drinking. the cup was between his nice muscular chest and his beloved
sixpack abs. If he was most proud of something it was his body. 1.92 cm's of muscle, with short crop black
hair, tanktops always hanging from his massive shoulders and his somewhat asiatic green eyes.
I did not stop dreaming of him for years. it was instant hard-ons, then instant finishing. I did not have to imagine
so much. we were naked in showers and same room for so long. and on some weekends, he fucked the hottest
girls, but he was totally ok with guys, who of course all worshiped his muscular ass or huge bulge.
So he was a walking closet-breaker. And finally I too told him at my 21th party. we were a little wasted, I walked
up to him and said it. Hey leor guess what, Im so gay and so into you". no, it was terrible. more like:
"So I think" loud music. him "you are what?" loud music. "Im attracted to your ass. him: "my ass? why?" loud music
"expression. come here for a second". he leans over, I grab his head and kiss his cheek. his hot eyes open at me.
he smiles. loud music. his hand goes on my pants to check. yes I have a MASSIVE erection. he looks at me, says -
"what you too? no.. really? all this time you.. wow". and with that, I was out to him. "lets go" he said and we went
to the beach to talk. he was always to the point. He wasnt going to have same sex, but if he would or change
his mind, I would be his choice. I remember it was the cringe of all cringe. we had some time apart, I was worried
he doesnt want any contact after I told him my feelings.
But he was a magnet for gays, he was just so hot, everyone at least wanted to find out if there was a chance he was.
straight guys had erections and feelings for him. it was impossible not to. he radiated sex tension and manlyness.
Then we met at a southamerica trip info lecture. We found out we were both going on similar routes. He was with
two hot female "friends". It turned out it was him and about 5-6 hot girls, and it was clear they had A LOT of sex.
Leor was a flirt but a quiet shy one. How is this possible? by having the body of a god and showing it off casually.
We had a shed full of mattresses and we called it the love hotel. Leor and two others had the keys and it was
their go to for fucking on weekends. it had no windows, just a fan-window so it was perfect. sweat and sex.
he would come into the room sweating in short pants and sport shoes. his back muscle leading to his ass dripping
onto his pants. it was always a lie - oh I hit the gym. great run. so hot today. and another guy would say - oh
its really hot today, too hot for sex. and we would laught and Leor would go 'go fuck, and if you could you would'.
Hey so what are you up to? he asked relaxing in a giant sofa. everything was gigantic. Just here for a wedding, one week.
What, no, why so little? he said flexing his biceps right and smiling at my eyes fixated on them fuck he was hot.
So come stay here for another week. ok? I have this place empty anyhow.
How do you have it?
Leors massive biceps now pointed to me with a sign we used to signal as place is secure. I work security for these clients.
and I am the estate manager for this place when they are not in Nyc. I dont live in here, I have a room next to it.
We went to his room. ok it was not huge but a decent studio with a nice window view on the city.
Nice upgrade from the mattresses room. He laughed. oh also, he had the sexiest laugh ever.
So you plan to use it? He looked at me and gave a wink. he had the sexiest wink ever.
What? I said but his hand was already on my ass. "You are this desperate? no I cant believe it"
He laughed longer. "You were pretty good in south america, you never forget your first ones right?"
Well you will extend your stay here, right? As he said it he lifted my shirt a litlle with his hand
and after the abs check, he felt again how hard my erection was. it was flashbacks from the party.
"Ye yu yes sure" I was. his hand was down my jeans gripping my.. wow he was quick and of course experienced in this.
"I like standing naked here. looking at this city at night. sometimes its not just me"
"I can only guess its more often than sometimes" I said smiling.
"What, so you think Im a slut?" he said with two back steps in a second his massive hand gripped me
by the neck and up I went. it was scary how fast and easy he could do this. also totally sexy. he put me down.
"Holy shit you still have all that self defense stuff. tough slut".
"I have a week to revenge calling me a slut" he said pulling friendly my hair back.
"anyone interesting or long term?" I asked because I was just too curious about his new life.
"Yes, Im a new dad".
"wait, wh---at???" I nearly screamed at him. we were 25. theres fucking brains out and then theres.. new dad?!
Leor suddenly became so serious. It was not like him to be completely so serious.
"You will meet him. He lives with my ex".
"Are you serious?". what was THAT bombshell.

end of part 1.

Original from hornyasfuck:

It was a normal Tuesday night at home, watching tv. My older brother has a friend who is 21 two years older than me. He is an italian stallion. Tall, dark hair with broad shoulders and a nice fit athletic muscled body. Did i tell you how golden tan his body is and when he takes off his shirt the little happy trail running down to a place i would love to live. No one knew that I was attracted to men, it was just a secret obsession I had. Everytime he hung out with my brother, i would make it a point to go in my brother's room and hang out with them.
For some reason, he decided to stay the night that night. I was very excited even though I knew nothing was going to happen. THen my brother got a call from his girlfriend saying that he had to rush over there right now. He said it would probably there all night and he apologized to his friend. Now this is what I wanted to be alone with him, I had to entertain him. =)
We hung out for the rest of the night, just watching tv adn playing video games. He asked me wehre the bathroom was because he had to shower. As soon as my cock heard this it started to hardon and get excited. I showed him where it was and he asked for some clean clothes. Since I was about the same size as him, i gave him some clothes including underwear. I was so excited to know that his cock would be in MY underwear. Since no one was home besides us too, he asked me if i minded if he just dropped to his boxers in my room. I told him to feel free, my house is his house. I swear I think he was doing it on purpose, he took his clothes off in slow motion. My mouth was watering as he took off his shirt and showed that godly body! I had to hide my reaction when he took of his pants because he was looking right at me. He was packing something underneath those boxers because he had quite a bulge happening. He then walked to the shower as i stared at his perfect tight ass


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Once he was in the shower, I changed into some loose shorts and a tee shirt - no underwear - and sat on the couch. I am still a virgin to both guys and girls so the excitement was incredible.

He came out of the shower and sat on the chair at a right angle to the couch where I was sitting in front of the TV. I noticed that he had skipped putting on the underwear I gave him and his loose warm sac was visible just a bit from the bottom of the shorts. I had to move my cock under my leg to hide my stiffening dick.

He asked me if I have ever fucked a girl before and I blushed bright red and said "no". He smilied a very friendly and understanding smile and told it was OK and not to worry it would happen someday soon. He then asked if i've ever had a blow job from anyone and I said "not really". He said "what does not really mean?". I told him that I've never had anyone else give me head. His eyes got wide as pie plates as he asked "you mean you can suck yourself?". I said yes, shyly. That is when I saw his italian meat growing down the other leg of the gym shorts. I thought how hot it was that his boner was touching my shorts.

He paused and then nervously asked "can I see you do it?". My dick sprang from under my leg and tented my gym shorts big time. He laughed and said I take it that is a yes.

I pulled my cock out the side of my short leg. I am almost eight inches long and rather thick. He said nice piece of meat, the first girl to find that is going to be real happy.

I bent down at licked the precum soaked tip and then slowly inserted as much as I could in my mouth. He gasped "damn I would give anything to be able to do that" and then took his cock out he leg of his shorts. He was thick and uncut with a slight bend forward - it looked amazing to me.

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btw I'll either add a story in here or elsewhere somewhat soon
maybe this should be made a sticky for everyones reference?

Phil was sitting alone on a nudist beach and just about to pack up and head home because the beach was deserted. He had driven over a hundred miles to get to this place and he was very disappointed. Instead of wall to wall cocks and beefy butts all he saw was empty sand and pounding surf.


Suddenly, as if out of nowhere, three stocky guys appeared and looked like they had just stepped straight out of Phil’s fantasy. All three of them were wearing T-shirt’s with nothing down below so his eyes were immediately drawn to their manly packages. And what a display that was! All three had big, beefy balls with average sized uncut cocks that were of such perfection that Phil could feel his saliva start to flow. He tried to look away but damn it, he just could not. The one stud had really sun-bleached blond hair while another had the most amazing red hair that Phil had ever seen and the third dude had jet black hair that was really thick and seemed to just shine with rude good health. Poor Phil didn’t know which man to lust after first or indeed which part of the man’s body to drink in most greedily. They were all handsome in a rugged, guy next door kind of way and on a good day just the sight of those three beautiful, masculine faces could have got Phil creaming the sheets. But this was an exceptional day.


The blond guy had just a few silky wisps of hair swirling around the base of his cock while the red head had the most amazingly ginger bush Phil had ever seen. It was the stuff of his dreams, like crinkly fire down on the man’s loins. And as for that pale, pale cock and those fat red balls well, Phil’s cock liked what it saw and soon rose up to its full ten inches. And he hadn’t even got done with taking in the dark haired dude yet. He had a massive bush of the kind that you just knew was full of heavenly man-scent and his dark cock and balls contrasted with his strong, pale thighs. They too were covered in a jungle of dark fur and Phil’s hands itched to stroke up those tree trunks of masculine power. The guys walked past, noticed Phil’s massive cock waving in the breeze and smiled.


‘You all alone fella?’ the dark haired stud asked.

‘Yes.’ gulped Phil.

‘Why don’t you come sit with us, then?’ came the invite that was music to his ears.

Phil got up and tried to hide his ten inch war club with his hands but it was a waste of time. The red-head gently brushed Phil’s hands away.

‘I hope you’ve got enough juice in your tank to take care of three hungry bums.’ the blond said.


Phil just about fainted. He couldn’t remember a time when he had been so dazed with lust. He allowed himself to be maneuvered onto the beach blanket that they had spread on the sand and now he was surrounded by the trio of his dreams. Six hands roamed over his twenty three year old body that was taut, slender and hungry for love. He had hoped to be the one exploring the stocky stud’s bodies, sliding his hands up their thighs and onto their beer-fed furry bellies, pinching their fat nipples and sucking their juicy cocks but the older studs had other ideas. He moaned as those six hands stroked, pinched, caressed and slithered over his super sensitive flesh. He could feel his precum being smeared around his fat mushroom cap and it felt incredibly good as it cooled in the breeze. A hand had slid between his tight cheeks and a finger was now testing the defenses of his tight little bumhole. Phil moaned, spread his legs and surrender to a bunch of cock hungry bears that were keen on worshipping at the altar of youth. A warm mouth closed around his hard, throbbing cock while another started to lick through the glade of his crack and teased its way into his wanting hole.


Warm, strong hands played up his flat, smooth belly and onto his well developed chest. Fingers gently tweaked his tiny nubs and he sighed as pleasure shot through his body, seeming to reverberate and intensify as it did so. His whole body was one large sexual organ; he felt like a giant cock being licked to explosion or a massive butthole receiving an army of men all at once. His brain was confused and over stimulated. What sensation was he to concentrate on? The probing tongue that electrified his asshole, the warm mouth milking his hungry rod, the soft, sexy lips that were now fastened to his and engaging him in the horniest kiss he had ever known or those hands that roamed everywhere, touched everything and turned him on so bad that for a moment he thought he might actually die of ecstasy? These three stocky studs certainly knew how to please a young man like Phil but they were experienced enough to read the signs and so they came off of him now and the blonde dude lay down on the blanket and offered his smooth, tanned man-pillow to Phil.


Phil’s lust went into overdrive as he parted those fleshy cheeks and found himself gazing at a large, brown pucker. It was a work of art, worthy of being painted and hung on the wall. He had driven a long, long way from the little town he lived in to have a taste of this and he knew it was going to be worth it. His face fell into the blonde’s meaty crack and Phil went into a feeding frenzy, grunting and groaning as he ate out the hot stud’s magnificent arse. The way the big guy was bucking against him Phil knew that he must be doing something right; it made him feel really proud that he could return some of the pleasure that he had been given. Phil could feel his hips being pulled into a kneeling position and soon a hand had fastened itself around his cock while a tongue drilled its way into his bunghole. Once more he was on the cusp of explosion; these men were just providing way too much sensation, way more than a twenty three year old knew how to handle. His cock was sending signals to his brain; it knew what it wanted and it had to be obeyed.


Pulling free of the hungry tongue and confident hand he turned around and asked the dark haired guy if he had any lube. A jumbo sized bottle of the stuff was produced and Phil just hoped that he was able to take care of all their hunger. With trembling fingers he pushed some lube into the blonde’s tight hole. Damn did that feel good! So warm and tight and all the more delicious for this being a total stranger’s slut hole that he was feeling up on a beach in full daylight. He was shaking off his little town blues and cocking his way into the cosmopolitan world that he suspected existed out there. Resisting the urge of bury his bone in the blonde’s meaty rum Phil told the dark haired stud and the red-head to get down on their knees. Quick as a flash they had their big butts up in the air. Phil scooted over to the dark haired stud first. He had the hairiest crack that Phil had ever seen, including all the asses he had lusted over on the internet, and the sight of all that dark fur swirling over that pale flesh just about got him pumping seed right there and then. He sniffed that horny crack like a dog sniffing a bitch and he could feel his cock grow ever harder. He had never believed in pheromones but now they were proving their existence and power. Now his tongue had to fight through that jungle of fur to get at this sexy bear’s love knot that had bewitched his senses. And it was worth the battle; the dark haired stud’s asshole was just as beautiful as the blonde’s but in a more ball grabbing way. It was loose and puffy and just seemed to melt as Phil’s invading tongue pressed home.


Phil had to tear himself away from the dark haired stud’s magnificent mangina before he lost control. And now he went over to the man that made his pulse race the hardest. The dude’s beefy ass was quite simply the best thing Phil had ever known. It was covered in very fine, almost blond hairs and consisted of a muscular base overlain with a soft sheen of plumptitude. He parted those satiny mounds and lust hit him right between the eyes. There lay the prettiest, reddest like rosebud that Phil could ever wish for bracketed by a flicker of ginger fuzz. It was a sight to revive the impotent and Phil was torn between just staring at it and devouring it like it was the last meal left on earth. In the end his instincts took over and he rimmed that sweet ass until the owner warned that he was close to busting a nut.


Phil went back to the blond now, who lay there with his glistening, lubed and primed ass. After rubbing a dollop of lube onto his fat cockhead Phil positioned himself between the blonde’s legs and pushed home. The ecstasy of warm assguts enveloping his cock made Phil cry out loud, his cries matching those of the blond as he received what he had been longing for. The young stud sure had the inches but the blond wondered if he knew what to do with them. He was not disappointed as Phil stated to thrust about in his ass using every technique he had ever experienced, read about and dreamed about. This hot stud’s ass was just so amazing Phil wasn’t sure how he was going to be able to go the distance and reluctantly he knew he had to withdraw. Moving over to the dark haired stud he slipped his cock into that loose asshole that welcomed him with a silky embrace. The big guy moaned as Phil fed him all ten inches of that love wand and started to thrust about with an accomplished skill. But all too soon Phil felt that all too familiar sensation in his lower belly, cock and balls and so he had to withdraw.


The red-head stallion was a surprise. As soon as Phil’s hard cock started to slide up his chute he grew really vocal and demanding, milking Phil’s cock with a vice like grip. The young stud was shocked to hear the stream of filth flowing from his lover’s mouth and delighted by whatever it was he was doing with his asshole. He wasn’t even sure what it was; how the hell could a man’s asshole control a cock like that. And poor Phil knew that if he stayed a minute longer in the powerful ass he would explode so he reluctantly withdrew and stuck it to the blonde again. On and on he fucked, trying to please all three men equally and getting nowhere fast. The sun on his back and the cooling breeze over his sweaty buttcrack felt really good. His poor little balls had almost disappeared up into his body. Endorphins washed through his body and he was left wondering if this was all a dream. But as he stroked and poked, and huffed and puffed, and listened to the horny groans escaping the lips of his three shirtcocking studs he knew that, despite the improbability of it all, this was real. Today he had been made a man! He was a raging stallion, taming the hunger of these three beefy brutes whose chunky arses had offered him the most man-fun he had ever known. But it couldn’t last, his brains and his nerves and his heart would not stand for it.


Phil quickly scooted over to claim his prize and sank his leaking cock into the red-headed spicy slut hole. Once more he experienced the amazing power that this man seemed to posses deep in his asshole. Once more the red-heads’ lust had polluted his mouth as he begged Phil to fuck him into the sand. As Phil’s feet started to tingle he was happy to oblige. Whipping that ten inch man sword all the way out of that hungry hole he slammed it back in again and this time the brakes were off. It was as if a cloud had come over the sun, as if all sound in the world was muted; Phil was dazed and confuse for a second or two before he recognized the magic that was happening to him. He threw back his head and bellowed as his red hot jizz blasted out of his pulsing cock and deep into the red head’s well used ass.


After watching the three horny men fuck each other to climax Phil enjoyed a group hug with them before packing up and heading back to his little town safe in the knowledge that his horny shirtcockers would live on in his mind forever more.

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Five years ago, I spent two weeks in jail. Three black thug types decided to torment me by threatening me with rape. I decided they weren't serious, but were just playing a game of power and domination over someone they judged to be introverted and terrified of being locked up.
These guys were 25 to 30 years old with ripped, vascular bodies that didn't seem to have one ounce of fat. Just lean, tight muscles. I'd estimate they were 160 to 180 pounds with glorious "V shaped" torsos. One guy appeared to be part black and part Latino, the other looked a bit like the porn actor Mazee the Goat, and the other reminded me of Odell Beckham Jr. Being an ass man with an insatiable ass fetish, these guys were just my type with asses that were incredible round and tight. The thug who appeared to be part black and part Latino, had an ass that was so firm that all he needed to do was just stand there, I could see a glimpse of his asshole.
Little did they know just how extroverted and sexually willing I was. I flat out told them that I would welcome their "big black dicks fucking me anytime." After making that brazen statement, they backed off. I decided to take it one step further and became a big tease. In the shower, I would make comments about their bodies, telling them how muscular and fine they were. "I'd happily give rim jobs to all of you" was one comment I made. I could tell that I was getting them all horned up, as they would call me homophobic slurs, but oddly my comments appeared to give them semi erections.
My sexual comments continued for the two weeks I was in there. One day, one of the guys approached me and asked, "Were your remarks about us serious?" I confirmed that they were. He gave me his contact information and asked me to contact him after he was released.
After I knew that he had been released, I sent him a text and heard back within minutes. He said that he and his two buddies who were locked up with him were "on the downlow" with wives and girlfriends, but that they'd be interested in getting together for some action. We made arrangements for them to come to my home the next day.
They came in, all swaggering and tough. Ten minutes later, we got down to business.
I just knew I had to satisfy my ass fetish by having some raunchy ass play with the tight ass half Latino guy. I was face down on the bed with the Odell Beckham Jr. lookalike fucking me hard with the Latino face down in front of me. I rubbed some oil on the Latino's ass, while listening to the grunting of the fucker behind me, feeling his dick plowing into me. I grabbed hold of the Latino's tight ass cheeks and massaged them and told him how hot his ass was. Then my tongue went to work, spreading his cheeks and sucking his asshole. I poked my tongue in his hole very passionately and listened to his groaning. "Eat my ass!" he growled. I could see that his dick was hard, and grabbed it from behind and started sucking, alternating between sucking his dick and tonguing his puckered asshole. I couldn't get enough of that ass! The Mazee the Goat thug sat in a chair watching intensely. The dick of the Odell lookalike felt incredible as it plunged into me, and at that moment, he shot his load into me and let loose with a huge intake of breath and gasps. He pulled out and the Mazee the Goat lookalike came over and slid his dick into me. The Odell lookalike pushed the Latino guy out of the way and lied face down on the bed and ordered, "My turn for an ass eating!" His ass was awesome and round and firm as I rubbed oil on it and played with it, tonguing it and slurping away. "My wife would never think of doing this to me", he groaned. Within minutes, the Mazee the Goat lookalike shot his load into my ass. "I haven't eaten your ass yet!" I said to the Mazee lookalike. He spread onto the bed and I rimmed him good and suddenly felt the dick of the Latino guy slide into me. As I continued to worship the ass of the Mazee lookalike, the Latino fucked hard and my prostate was really getting stimulated. He was definitely the best fucker of the three and moved his hips just right. Within two minutes I shot my load in one of the most intense orgasms I've ever felt. The Latino kept fucking hard and I never wanted it to end. Something that rarely happens to me is that I orgasmed a second time, just as intensely as the first time.
All three men were satisfied, and no less than fifteen minutes later, they were gone, to get back to their wife and girlfriends.
We've gotten together several more times, sometimes as a foursome, sometimes just two of them, and occasionally one comes over for a visit. The Latino is still my favorite with that to die for ass and his fantastic fucking motion.

I held his black jockstrap against my mouth and nose, inhaling his scent deeply as my hand worked my shaft. Holy fuck, he smelled amazing. The waft of sweat and musk from his heavy package drifted up my nostrils, a wave of heavenly pleasure rippled through my body.

I pressed them harder against my face, my other hand furiously beating my eighteen-year-old meat. Streaks of silver lined the crotch, and I knew he'd spent time with his girlfriend. This wasn't my first rodeo, and as my hungry tongue lapped at his mess, I basked in the familiar taste of my roommates dried pre-cum.

My toes curled, my back arched and my hand pumped my seven inch cock. I was so close now, my balls ready to release all across my toned stomach. His taste sent me over the edge.

I moaned into his underwear, squeezing my eyes shut as a fountain of hot sperm burst from my pulsing rod and splashed across my stomach and chest.

I inhaled deeper, feeling his aroma pouring into my throat as more cum flooded across my naked body.

I was a big cummer, and my balls weren't even close to being empty yet. I took the crotch of his jockstrap into my mouth again, feeling the wet patches from my tongue, and returning to them eagerly as I wanked my solid pole.

"Are you good?"

The voice felt like a hammer being smashed across my head. My eyes shot open as ropes of thick cum continued to squirt from my helmet and drench my naked torso.

I reached for the bedsheets, dropping my shooting cock so that my mess was now spurting onto the floor beside him, and spitting his underwear onto the bed next to me.

"I'm so sorry!" I moaned, the orgasm still tearing through my body.

Nineteen-year-old Jordan watched, wide eyed as I pulled the sheets over my naked body and continued to orgasm in his presence. There was nothing I could do to stop it, except wait for it to pass. I was sweating profusely, my face red from shame and pleasure and my breathing laboured and rattling.

Finally, after a few painstakingly silent minutes, the pleasure had been replaced by mortified humiliation.

"I didn't hear you come in" I said, unable to look at my roommate as I spoke.

"Clearly" he growled.

I'd fucked up. In my horny state, I'd forgotten to do the one thing that I always did. Lock the damn door.

"Can I have them back?" He said coldly, and I felt my heart sink in my chest.

Jordan and I had been roommates for months, and despite the fact that he was far more popular, far more handsome, and far more athletic than I was, for some reason we'd gotten on quite well. Until now.

"Dude, I'm so sorry" I sighed, as I held out his saliva soaked jockstrap.

I'd never felt shame like this before. From here on, Jordan would know that not only was I gay, but that I was some type of sick pervert too. What type of eighteen-year-old guy goes around stealing and licking their roommates jockstraps?

He held the wet fabric between his thumb and forefinger, examining them closely before throwing them back at me.

"How long have you been doing this?" He asked sternly, and I still couldn't bring myself to look up at him.

Jordan was one of the hottest guys I had ever met. At first I had been reluctant to share a room with him. He had initially seemed like the type of guy who had spent years bullying the kids who were different, or beating people up, and yet I had judged the book by the cover, and found that Jordan was actually a really decent guy.

"I... I don't know" I lied, holding my head in my hands.

"Don't lie to me, Justin" he said calmly.

Without looking at him, I knew that he was watching me with his captivating brown eyes. He was at best, disappointed, and at worst, ready to kick my ass and expose me as a pervert to the whole college.

"A couple of months" I told him, feeling as though I would cry at any minute.

Another painful silence fell, and I stole a glance up at him.

He had always reminded me of a young military man. His black hair was cut short, his chiselled face complimented his dark features perfectly, and his muscular body gave him the appearance of a very handsome soldier.

"You've been lickin' and sniffin' my dirty jocks for months?" He asked, seemingly disgusted by me, and he was right to be.

"I'm sorry" I repeated, flatly. What more could I say?

"Alright, turn around and bend over the bed" he shrugged, and walked toward his own bed.

I looked up now, my heart racing even faster than it had been. Was Jordan about to spank me?

"W... What?" I asked, my voice shaking.

He turned back, looking almost confused.

"I said" he growled "turn around and bend over your bed".

"But... But why?"

"You've just busted a nut, right?" He asked, reaching into his bedside locker.

I couldn't even answer his question as I looked around at my soaking mess.

"Got that post-nut clarity now? Regretting it all? Humiliated?"

I felt my face burn hotter. Jordan was ridiculing me, and he had every right to.

"Dude, I'm sorry" I told him again, still watching as he fished in the locker.

Jordan ignored me before turning back again.

"I won't tell you again" he said, and pointed to my bed.

"Jordan... Please bro" I begged "I won't do it again, you don't need to spank me".

He laughed loudly and turned back, a small bottle in his hand.

"Spank you?" He sneered "I'm not your fucking dad"

I stared at him, my brow furrowed as I tried to work out what on earth was happening.

"You're all drained and embarrassed after your weird little jerk off session, so I'm going to fuck you".

My brain seemed to instantly go blank. Had I just heard him correctly? Did Jordan Anderson just say what I thought he said?

"W... What?" I asked, open mouthed.

"Dude, if you're not bent over that bed in the next ten seconds, I'll drag you straight to the office and demand a new roommate".

"Okay, okay" I gasped, pulling the bedsheets away from my naked body.

Was Jordan threatening me? Did the handsome young man really think that I'd have any reservations about letting him fuck me? Sure, I was no longer horny, but this was an opportunity that I would never in a million years turn down.

There was simply no way that he wasn't fucking with me. Surely this was just a ploy to see how perverted I really was, and it was working.

He watched me closely as I slid naked from the bed and stood up.

"Bend" he snarled and I lifted my hands to show surrender as I shuffled nervously back toward the bed and bent over.

I rested on my elbows, feeling ridiculous as I presented my plump naked ass. I could hear him behind me, walking around, preparing for something.

My heart was beating so hard that it hurt. Was he going to simply beat the shit out of me anyway? Maybe he wanted me to be as defenceless as possible when he began the attack, not that I would have ever been able to defend myself from the muscular man anyway.

"Stay still" he hissed, and now he stood directly behind me.

My eyes widened as I felt a cold squirt of liquid pouring down the crease of my ass. Instantly, my legs began to tremble.

"I said" he snarled, spanking me hard across my right ass cheek "stay still!"

I gasped, trying to steady my legs as the lube slid across my virgin hole and then winced as his finger pushed inside me.

"Get these in your mouth" he added, reaching forward with his finger still knuckle deep inside me and grabbing his wet jocks.

I didn't need to do a thing. Jordan shoved his used underwear back into my mouth, and it felt much more humiliating now that he was 'forcing' me to do it.

I groaned into them as he pushed a second finger inside me. I was too tight for it, and my sphincter burned against him.

"Not feeling so brave now, are you?" He asked, drilling his fingers in and out of my sore hole.

I mumbled back to him.

"I always knew you were a little perv" he snarled, the sound of his sloshing filling the room.

"But sucking my dirty jockstrap?" He added "that's just disgusting".

My hole had no time to relax as he yanked his fingers out of me, and I felt his helmet replace them.

"I'm gonna fuck the nut out of you" he told me, grabbing my waist and dragging me backwards so that his thick cock head began to squeeze inside me.

I moaned now, wincing as the pain began.

"And I'm not gonna stop until we've both finished".

"Oh" he continued, his fingers digging into my smooth flesh "and don't expect me to go easy on you" he told me "this is a punishment fuck".

With one foul thrust, at least three inches of his thick, veiny rod ripped inside me and caused a wave of pain to fill my body.

I cried out, groaning into his jockstrap as he pushed further.

"You think you can just steal my underwear?" He grunted, slamming deeper into my rectum and pushing my sphincter viciously apart.

I tried to respond through the pain, but my words were dulled and muffled.

"Now you just keep sucking on my filth" he breathed "and keep offering up this pussy, and I'll consider keeping your little fetish a secret".

Jordan rammed his cock deeper, and I whimpered as he held me in place, wondering how many inches were left to go.

I'd never seen his cock before, other than the bulge in his underwear, but I knew it was huge.

My virgin hole was being brutally tortured, and all I could do was moan and gasp. My own cock had hardened again, and a trail of milky fluid was pouring from the tip.

I felt his bush rub against my smooth skin, but Jordan didn't give me a second to acclimatise to his full girth. He was serious about one thing, this was a punishment fuck.

He dragged his long cock almost fully from my pained hole and drilled it back inside me. I squealed into his jockstrap.

"Yeah, you're gonna learn to take this" he grunted "all eight inches of it"

He rammed me again, causing another blast of pain to tear through my asshole.

Each time he fucked me, my cock sparked with pleasure, sending more fluid from my slit. Through the pain, there was an undeniable pleasure. Sure, I was being punished, but I couldn't think of a better punishment to take.

"I wanna hear you moan, you little pervert" he snarled, grabbing a handful of hair and dragging my head back.

He didn't need to ask twice. I was already moaning, though his firm grasp made me moan louder.

Jordan was fucking me violently now, not only taking my virginity, but destroying it. His balls slammed against me, his cock slid furiously in and out of me, punching my prostate with each thrust and forcing more pre-cum from my aching cock.

"Remember, bitch boy" he growled "I aint stopping until I see another load come out of you".

I groaned as he fucked me harder. The pain was almost completely gone now, replaced by a mouth watering pleasure that was making me dizzy. But I had already cum, less than five minutes ago, in fact, and the chances of another orgasm so soon after, were slim.

Jordan punctured my opening repeatedly, jamming his eight inch, pulsating pole deep into my bowels and ripping it back out again with unimaginable speed.

It felt like a jackhammer had been shoved in my ass, and I simply lay there, taking it as he grunted and snarled above me, sounding like a ravaged animal.

On and on he went, and I knew that my once-tight hole, would likely never be the same again. My body was now covered in a layer of sweat as Jordan brutalised me. His strong hands held my waist again, keeping me firmly in place so that he could get us both off.

"I can go forever" he hissed "so don't think you're getting out of this easy".

I had no intentions of getting out of it. Jordan had just ticked off my list, the greatest fantasy of my life, and he had no idea.

It had been at least fifteen minutes since Jordan first entered me, and he showed no signs of slowing down. My prostate was now so delicate and sensitive, that each thrust had become painfully arousing, but my cock seemed unable, or unwilling to shoot.

"Get your hands away from it!" He barked, spanking my butt again as I reached for my pole.

"I told you" he spat "I'm fucking the nut out of you".

I was exhausted, and every time Jordan fucked his cock deep inside me, another wave of overly sensitive pleasure coursed through my body.

"I... I can't" I whimpered through his jock, as we reached twenty-five minutes of non-stop, constant fucking.

"Then I'll fuck you until you pass out" Jordan snarled, and rammed his tool deeper inside me than he'd gone before.

I yelped, but Jordan remained inside me.

Perhaps I would pass out sooner than I'd cum, but either way, Jordan was a fucking machine. He was breathless and gasping, but he still showed no signs of slowing down, and my hole no longer felt tight around his throbbing erection.

He'd loosened me completely, wrecking my sphincter muscles in the process, and was now using me like a loose old Fleshlight.

The idea of being nothing more than a slutty toy for Jordan began to cause something to brew inside of me. His firm hands refused to allow any movement from me, but I didn't need to move now. I didn't even need to reach for my pouring cock.

"Mmmph!" I moaned, as a feeling unlike any I had ever experienced before, began to spread through me like wild fire.

"Yeah, that's it" he breathed heavily.

He angled his long, fat cock and began to punch against my painful prostate.

"MMMPH!" I squealed again.

It was intense. No, it was more than intense. There were no words to explain the feeling, but it swarmed me instantly. It was as though my entire body was being electrocuted, but it wasn't painful, it was exhilarating, and exciting and it made every hair on my body stand to attention.

Jordan grabbed my naked shoulders now, sliding me further back as he violated me rapidly.

I moaned out, spewing unintelligible sounds from my throat as a powerful orgasm began to explode inside me. I was cumming, I knew I was, and yet I hadn't even touched my cock. I could feel it burst from my pole and pool beneath me.

Jordan growled, his fingers digging into my flesh as he, rather unbelievably, sped up.

The sound of sex, moaning, slapping, grunting and groaning filled the room as Jordan quite literally fucked the nut out of me.

"Now you're gonna take this" he gasped "and you're gonna keep it in you until I say otherwise".

His words made me instantly horny, despite the fact that my second load was now drained from my exhausted body.

Jordan groaned like a feral beast, low and angry, until I felt the first splash of hot sperm pour inside me. He stopped fucking, allowing his seed to fill me and then slammed harshly inside me, just once. He waited for more cum to burst inside. Then rammed me again. On it continued, with Jordan pulling halfway out of my battered ring and shooting, before pumping it deep into my bowels. He wanted to fuck his sperm as far inside me as he possibly could, and he was doing a good job of it.

I remained in place, sweating, exhausted and panting as he emptied his sack too deep inside me for it to spill out, and finally he stepped back, breathless.

"Stay there" he gasped, and I didn't dare disobey him.

He walked away for a moment before returning.

"This will keep you nice and full" he sneered, still out of breath.

I felt something push against my gaped, red hole and slip inside me.

"I bought it for my girlfriend" he smirked, throwing the empty plastic package beside me. "But I think I'll have more use for it with you".

It was a butt plug, a thick black one that was now embedded in my rectum, preventing any of Jordan's seed from spilling out.

"Now" he said, and I felt his strong hands on my body as he turned me around.

I eyed his huge, leaking cock which was now flaccid once more. It was beautiful, dark and hanging from a bush of thick pubic hair.

"From now on, no more stealing my underwear, you got that?" He asked, yanking his soaking jockstrap from my open mouth.

I nodded.

"Instead, you'll strip off and wait for me to come and get you off, and if you're lucky, I will"

I nodded again.

"If you're not lucky, I'll just leave you there, with your wrecked pussy on show like the pathetic little fuck-slut that you are".

Jordan grabbed my face between his thumb and fingers and sneered at me.

"You've fucked up Justin, and now you'll pay for it".

He stood up once more, wiping his wet cock with his jockstrap and dropping it onto the floor.

"No touching" he winked and walked half naked, into the bathroom.

I remained frozen in place, covered in my own juice and panting. Perhaps Jordan thought that this was some form of humiliating punishment, but for me, I had just died and gone to heaven.

After that I don't know how many woman, and a couple of guys for their first time, took turns and shared my cock. One sucking my cock as deeply as they could while another sucked on my balls or wrapping their lips each around one side and then moving together in and out. I stood there with my hips pushed out for at least an hour. Just being a stunt-cock. My penis was a play toy for many and they each wanted to play with my toy for a long time. Rubbing their jaws and then going back for more. I was loving it!
One very sexy woman I didn't know finally stepped up to me and said, “honey that is a really gorgeous cock you have. May try to fit it in my pussy? I'm dripping wet just from watching them suck on it” “Sure” I said. “I guess my penis is everyone's play-toy tonight”. With a sexy smile she bent over and spit a big gob on my cock and smeared around with with hand. “I need this monster to be nice and slick, damn it's as hard as rock!” She turned around, bent over at the waist and reached between her legs and rubbed my cock head all over her pussy lips to get them nice and wet, then placed my cock against her opening she slowly started to push back. When she had pushed back hard enough and the flared head of my cock at last popped between her pussy lips she screamed, “Oh my God! No, it's too big!” A huge yell went up from all the people watching. They cheered for the woman as she very slowly impaled herself with my cock. Shaking her head and kneading her tits the whole time and screaming, “No!”. The crowd yelled “take it all!” until after several minutes she finally got it all inside her. As soon as my balls pressed against her lips she came like a freight train, shaking wildly all over and screaming like she was dying. The cheering section went totally wild and the woman just slid off my pole and crumpled to the floor with a huge smile on her face, moaning loudly. Finally the group decided that it was time for me to shoot my load and they all approached me at my once, so many hands and mouths all over my body. I've never come for that long before, jet after jet squirting out more forcefully than I had every felt. Quite a few people wanted a taste, so I moved my cock from mouth to mouth in between each orgasmic contraction. Filling one hungry mouth and moving to the next before the next jet filled that mouth. It was so erotic I just kept shooting come into their mouths as they kneeled in front of my like I was giving them all semen-communion.
That never happened again at Ned and Valerie's house, but in certain company while lounging naked at their pool my cock called was called “Circus Penis”.*

My First Day At Donkey Dong High

I was having a hard time falling asleep, as I was extremely nervous about starting my new school the next day. We had only been in Chicago for a few days, this being my sole city experience in all of my eighteen years.

Growing up in a central Illinois town of 5,000, I was the proverbial big fish in a small pond; taller than all of my classmates, captain of the baseball, basketball, football, swimming and wrestling teams, and president of my class the six years we held elections. I wasn’t able to complete my last term, as my father took a new job that brought us here.

I ran my hands over my bare chest, marveling at the masculinity and power my muscled torso exuded. Looking at myself in the mirror as my hands moved through my thick chest hair, I freed my aching cock from my tight jock. 6 ’5 and 230 pounds of chiseled teen muscle stud looked back at me. It had been amazing this last 5 or 6 months since my birthday; it seemed everyone had been waiting for me to turn eighteen and wanted to suck me off or get fucked by me. Housewives, fellow students, teachers and even coaches had stared at me openly and lustily, lowering their gaze to my bulging crotch.

The night before we moved I made sure that I wouldn’t be horny on the road. I had my favorite cocksucker, Shane, work his talented lips and tongue over my throbbing cock and swollen balls. He worked most of my almost ten inch cock deep into his throat, taking care to avoid scraping his teeth on my dick. Shane was my co captain on several teams and was nearly my height. You had to see him in action to believe it, considering he was easily the butchest guy at school besides myself.

He jerked his own sizable cock as he continued servicing my fat meat. Shane was in love with me and in particular, my hairy chest, arms, and legs. I, in turn, loved the way he licked and nuzzled in my fur, tickling my huge balls at the same time. Ever since my first blow job, I have refused to cum anywhere but my cocksucker’s mouth and throat. It was a moot point as Shane wouldn’t have it any other way, always maneuvering himself to have his lips poised just above the turgid mushroom head of my prick. “You like it, don’t you Shane? You like sucking my big dick and slurping up my hot cum?’ I would slap the blond giant in the face with my leaking dick, pausing only to plunge it deep into his face again and again.

Sometimes I wasn’t able to hold back, and would send my fourteen or fifteen jets of steaming seed straight into his stomach. Shane would whimper , moan and plead with his eyes for me to pull some of my still spurting cock out and back onto his taste buds. I would taunt him and say things like, “Keep drinking my milk and you’ll grow some hair on that chest of yours yet,” or “Like taking care of a hairy muscle top your own age, don’t you boy? Bet you think of my hairy chest every time you jack off.”


I remember one night Shane had just sucked me off for the third time and I made him hold a huge wad in his mouth for almost an hour. The muscle stud was so turned on that his own prick went off untouched while he held my load, his deep blue eyes fixed on my furry chest the whole time.

Shane was one of several dozen people who I fed my cock and cum to regularly. There was the young buff construction worker next door who sucked me off every chance he had, even slipping through my open window one morning. I awoke to see the back of his head bobbing and his bare, broad shoulders flexing as he expertly sucked my big, over-sized morning hard on.

Unlike Shane, who wanted to savor every drop of my juice, Alex wanted me to fuck my nutt straight down his throat, my hairy balls slapping his chin on every thrust . Alex’s own big cock spewed untouched every time he got me to cum using only his throat and tongue.

To see this beefy, married 23 year old stud smacking his lips and babbling as he gulped down my generous load, always made my cock swell even more. Alex wasn’t happy until I had deposited an identical wad way up his tight chute, often moaning something along the lines of, “I love getting the shit fucked out of me by your fat cock man. Can’t believe you’re barely eighteen, with your hairy chest and huge fucking cock. Never got fucked til you, stud. Like I’ve told you, I was the one ramming my big dick in hot, tight holes, making jocks like you beg for more.”

Going down memory lane was making my prick ache in anticipation of the hot encounters I just knew I’d be exposed to in a large city like Chicago. Already I had noticed hunky men of all ages giving me the once over and then the twice over. The cute Latin teen that lived next door, for instance, had watched me from his bedroom window as I pumped iron on the balcony this afternoon. I smiled and waved over at him, calling in the direction of his open window, “Hey man! I’m Justin and just moved in next door. Want to come over and chill?” He nodded and disappeared from view for a few minutes, only to emerge on the sidewalk in front of my house.

I buzzed him in immediately and then heard footsteps running up the stairs. Opening my front door, I drank in the beauty of the young man standing before me. “Hi…I’m Javier, thanks for asking me over.”

I asked Javier about school and was astonished to learn that he was a junior at Columbia University. He didn’t look like he could even be seventeen and he was almost 22! Javier’s beautiful brown eyes widened as he learned that I was only four months past my 18th birthday. “Fuck, Justin, I can’t believe that. You are so muscular and hairy that I thought you were at least 25.”

Javier drank in my bulging muscles, the mound I was sporting in my full crotch and the tufts of dark fur emerging from my open tank top. I gave him my best sexy grin and began massaging the growing bulge of my cock. His eyes enormous, Javier licked his lips and sank to his knees in front of me.


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Big Dicked Cabana Boy

I couldn’t believe it, my first day working at the club and already I’d fucked several members, both men and women. At the moment, I was licking my way down the taunt body of Mrs. Baxter, who incidentally is my high school history teacher. I had turned 18 in January, just last month, and would graduate in a few more months.

Living in Miami, this private club was teeming with hot, fit bodies year round. I deftly inserted my long fingers into her pussy, spreading her pink lips. She threw her head back, twisted her fingers in my hair and moaned contentedly as I began licking away at her exposed twat and tweaked her hard nipples.

“Fuck, you should give lessons to my husband, you wicked boy,” she said between grunts, grinding her clit into my face. Mrs. Baxter began to shake, cumming hard, smearing her hot juices all over my chin. I stood and pulled my tight tank over my head, she quickly running her hands through my chest hair and reaching for my shorts.

Dropping to her knees, my big tittied , gorgeous blonde teacher made herself comfortable between my legs. She oohed and awed as my cock swelled in her hands. “Damn, you are one hung and furry teenager Adam. How big is this fucker?”

“Almost ten long, over 6 around. You like it Mrs. B?” I rubbed my huge mushroom over her lewdly grinning ruby red lips, her tongue dancing out to lick my piss slit. She sighed happily as she got her first taste of my jism, smacking her lips as she struggled to take my meat deep. I looked down into her blue eyes, grabbed her by the ears and began long dicking her sweet throat. Mrs. B was almost as good as her son, our quarterback, at getting my hog down her gag free gullet.

Todd, the baby faced, ripped, tall, blond and smooth jock, so far had swallowed more of my inches than anybody else. Maybe it was simply because he’d had more practice, I thought to myself as his mom tried to slurp even one of my huge bull nuts into her mouth. In fact, Todd never let 24 hours pass without me shooting a huge, steaming wad into his open mouth or down his greedy throat. Looked like the apple didn’t fall far from the tree, as Mrs. B began humming as she worked my fat dick with both hands and continued nursing on my cockhead. “You keep that up, I’m going to be shooting in no time.” This served to only strengthen her resolve to get my load out as quickly as possibly.

Rubbing my full, hairy pecs with one hand and massaging my bloated balls with the other, she kept swirling her tongue round and round. I pulled out suddenly and began fisting my massive cock over her upturned face. Mrs. B opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. I lightly slapped her back and forth with my pulsing prick and began firing giant salvos of white cum onto her tongue, lips, face and eyes.

She swallowed hungrily and licked all the spooge I scooped off her face with my cock and fed her. “I never swallow Adam, but there is something about you and your big dick that makes me crazy.” I pulled her legs over my broad shoulders and entered her wet snatch, balls deep as quickly as she could take it. Throwing back her head, Mrs. B began to cum again right away as I looked down to see my fat, glistening meat stretching her wide and deep. She wasn’t going to forget this pounding any time soon.

"I just can't stop laughing about those cops thinking me a prostitute!" mused Dulcie Bennet, as she lay on the thick flannel sheets soaked with sweat and sex, all part of the warm afterwards of wild lust with a man she'd heard of for decades-her entire life that is; yet, only had met the night before.

'Sure not any prostitute.' Prescott Forbes, V, admitted to himself. He'd been with a number of ladies of the evening (as he thought they should be titled) and this one sure as hell wasn't one. Not unless she'd only given her attentions to miserably small dicked men or else was very new at the trade. Of course, Forbes knew that neither of those cases was true as the woman in bed beside him was from a proper home and studying at Varlandale. "It was funny." he spoke aloud, the bemused smile taking hold of his face again as he thought of those 4 thugs making the dreadful accusations before he stepped in and announced that she was his girlfriend.

He'd spotted sprightly little Dulcie the minute she came into The Willow, a club which was more bar and pickup joint than club; but, that hadn't mattered to him or countless others who frequented the place.

Dulcie Bennet! Whew! If only he could bed her, he'd thought to himself and 3 double martinis later he had.

The way that Dulcie had needed to get some extra lubricant, even after Forbes had gone down on her and started her natural juices flowing, just to accept his insanely large girth had proven to Forbes she was no prostitute. Damned cops never had anything better to do than go around bothering pretty young women. He knew from a few of those who really did ply the trade, that the cops often did this just so as to get their own dipsticks into a warm welcome socket.

It had been difficult getting the 8 inch circumference into her; but with gentle moves and increasing arousal on her part he'd eventually pushed all the way in, his relatively short 6 inch length becoming fully engulfed and tightly held in her still narrow passageway. From experience with 3 ex-wives, he knew over time he'd be able to loosen her up, which was not a bad thing, since too much tightness often killed his erection.

The peach and gray colored flannel beneath them were comforting even with their dampness as he watched from the corner of his eye, as Dulcie slid her elegantly manicured right hand down from her left shoulder passing over her lovely and perky C-cup breasts before gliding down across her stomach and waist as it wended its way along. Then her long slender fingers, their tips whispering against the neatly groomed red-maple leaf forest of hairs surrounding her greatest asset. An asset she'd used quite successfully for the past 3 years.

A good girl, she'd waited until 4 p.m. on her 18th birthday before flinging away her virginity to her Poli-sci professor at a lower tier college. A fat old fart, he'd hurt her more with his 300+ pounds of sweaty clumsiness rollicking around on top of her tiny frame, than he had with his rather benign frankfurter. And truth be told it was just like a frankfurter, a thin tube of pink meat measuring an unknown length-she was never good at telling exactly what size anything was-and it was only slightly satisfying. The main satisfaction being that she was assured by Edwin Pottsdale that she'd get an A+ if she did him this honor. Hey, why not? Sure beat having to study and sweat for a good grade during the years when you should be having fun.

Now, 3 years later she had just been with the man carrying the fattest damned cock she'd ever encountered and to make it all the better, he knew how to use it bringing her off in their first session (although the fact that he'd tongued and fingered her before, might have helped). God it was good. She positioned her fingers around as much as possible of Prescott's thickening organ. "How about once more before Daddy gets here?" she half begged.

"Won't your father be rather upset when he finds it was me you stayed with last night and not one of your friends like you told him over the phone?" He paused, "Audrey wasn't it? Same name as my housekeeper."

"Well your housekeeper can answer the door and since she lives here, it'll be okay."

"Except she's been away for a week, just coming back this morning."

"So?"

"Not a chance." Forbes shook his head. "The girl doesn't lie. It's not in her."

"Oh!" She pondered on this for a moment, then, "Well, perhaps Daddy needs to see his little girl is all grown up and can do as she pleases."

"Won't that bother him, make the old prick mad?" Forbes smiled with the wicked thought of Victor Bennet finding his daughter had just been bedded by his main competitor. 'Screw both for the pleasures of one' he thought joyfully to himself.

Bennett Cotton (Victor had added the extra 'T' when an advisor told him it would increase his value-which proved untrue) was always on the verge of success. And always the success was being ripped away at the last moment by Prescott Industries, run by none other than Prescott Forbes, V; 48 years old, business whiz and bastard towards all who got in his pathway.

Forbes had learned to be ruthless from his old man Prescott Forbes, IV; who had learned from his father and he from his. The business going back to Prescott Forbes, Jr.; took a non-Prescott-in-name turn when the previous generations lord and master-that would be Forbes IV- bequeathed the entirety of Morgan Textiles to his sons Slocum and Burke, two twits who ran the company which their great grandfather had won in a poker game, right into the ground in less than 5 years. Their brother meanwhile, took his father's snub and formed his own business which grew at a rapid pace, earning a wedge in the Fortune-500 after only 6 years.

Bennet and Forbes had a long history-and Bennet had a long skinny weenie as well-starting at the posh and polished Afton School, moving on to Rollins and then Princeton. Always the two were nipping at each others heels, first one then the other being at the top of the class in grades and popularity. That all changed in the second year of Princeton when Bennet foolheartedly had impregnated Blanche Silver who was too ugly and plain stupid to get a husband any other way-and absurdly fertile. Blanche's father, a Superior Court judge, threatened young Bennet and he married Blanche who gave him 14 more children, 13 of them boys, Dulcie being his only daughter and he was always overprotecting her-or trying to.

The result of Bennet's dalliance was being a father of two and dropping to 94th by graduation day while Forbes took the top spot for himself. Forbes had screwed dozens of girls, many more than Bennet; but, for whatever reason his took shot out mostly blanks, which kept him safe from the grimness of a marriage with children.

At last, Forbes was unable to hold back his glee any longer. He looked down into the dainty blue eyes of Dulcie, having given in to their mutual desires once more and as his fat cock spurted it's last drops out and began the slow return to flaccidity, he told her "Sweetheart, I'm your Dad's rival and mortal enemy."

"I know." Dulcie smiled up at him, her own body shaking orgasm having reached a conclusion as well.

Forbes took his 230 pound 6'3" body off of his conquest, realizing that perhaps he had been the conquest instead. The thick black and white hairs covering his chest, stuck with the residue of perspiration brought out from a thorough and hard fuck session. He lay on his back and puzzled over what Dulcie had just said.

"I'll be!"


"I knew it was you, Christ that's all Daddy ever does is go on and on about you. Day after day, week after week. You get more mention than all my brothers combined." she let out a tinkerbell type laugh, high pitched but smooth. "Did you know Daddy had a constant supply of pictures of you? Every time he gets pissed off with news about you, he shreds them, saying he hopes the same happens to your business."

"But why this?" he gestured towards the bed and then took his penis in his hand and gripped it. "Why have me fuck you? You're known to be smart. Why risk everything with..." then it hit him. "That's why you want him to come by here and get you." He was preparing to say more when he heard the door chimes start. He knew Audrey would answer it, so he had better get dressed at least.


"I'll throttle the s.o.b. so help me if he's place a finger on my little girl I'll tear his brains out with a tweezer through his eyeball sockets!"

The door flew open and Victor Bennet, all 186 pounds on his 5'9 frame, his bald pate glistening with rage born sweat, stood staring. Forbes stood less than 10 feet away still naked while little Dulcie cluutched the covers close, a smile on her face knowing what she had done and overly satisfied that it was payback to her father.

009_1/2: anyone have a good site for true stories? i know its been asked before but imm too lazy to look....thanks

I watched a guy on paltalk jerking earlier tonight and he had me intranced. Something about his cock and the way he was working it just absolutely captivated me. It was as if some primal submissive urge had been awoken, this strange desire to worship another man's cock that I'd never truly felt before completely taking over my mind. I just lay here with my cock practically rigid, mind numb and bordering on braindead as I stared at him stroking. I was literally drooling. I sent him some messages and let him know how I felt, and he was appreciative. Very appricative, as I could tell by the strings of precum that would stick to his chest whenever he moved his cock upwards after typing a response to resume jerking. Even after he came a beautiful thick load I still wasn't satisfied, I wanted him here. I wanted him inside me. I wanted that load in my mouth. I wanted to tell him to his fucking face that how wild he was driving me. Even as I'm writing this I can feel my hard cock throbbing. I feel a little embarrassed for sharing these feelings of genuine pure animalistic lust but I just have to let someone know, and there's no one I know personally who I can send messages about how I want to fuck a guy I saw on a chatroom from 1998

Also for anyone out here who worries about their psychical attributes, don't. I mean, this guys cock is an average size and he was flaccid most of the time he was on cam. And it still made me crumble. I still was like a bitch in heat over it.

"Don't you guys ever knock!?!" I screamed that out when my frat brothers walked right into my bedroom.

Everybody hung their heads and started stammering out their respective apologies. It really wasn't their fault though. I share this place with four guys from my fraternity and everyone is pretty laidback and casual around the house. With that in mind, I probably should have thought to lock my door before laying on my bed and whipping out my cock for a little bit of solo fun.

Nobody made an effort to leave the room, which was rather peculiar. As Zach pointed out, it was actually kinda funny. I mean, we're all young guys, but we all act so tough and macho. Up until that moment we hadn't even caught a glimpse of each other naked. Yet here I was, laid out with my dick standing at attention for my four housemates to see.

"I know we should get out," Zach said, with a shit-eating grin on his face. "That would be the right thing to do. But, Nate, I got to be honest - I really don't want to. I hope you don't mind."

The crazy thing was, I didn't! I shrugged my shoulders at Zach. Then I turned my head and nodded to Sam, Kyle and Lenny, one after the other. They all smiled back, sheepishly. Then everybody laughed.

The slightly nervous laughter stopped when Zach, who stood closest to the bed, reached out his hand. His thick fingers brushed along the side of my face. His touch then travelled down my neck. Strangely enough, I didn't stop him. His hand moved lower down my chest and I squirmed as he squeezed my tanned left nipple.

"Please fuck me," I begged to a guy who had previously been my wingman when picking up college chicks. "Fuck me, Zach, in front of everyone!"

He paused for a minute. Zach winked at me and began to suck my nipple. Before I could let out a moan, I was met with a strong kiss. I could feel his tongue slipping into my mouth.

I broke out of the kiss and turned to look at the rest of our housemates. Then I guided Zach back to my chest. He sucked, nibbled and chewed my nipples before kissing down my treasure trail. I started breathing heavier as he got closer and closer to my cock.

Zach's lips kissed the tip of my dick and his hands firmly gripped my ass cheeks. It was heavenly, the way he sucked me off. It was hot, exciting and surprisingly showed signs of expertise. The soft mutterings of my housemates added to the heat and I came right then and there. My cock pulsed and squirted out blasts of cum into Zach's willing mouth.

I pushed him back and caught my breath. Then I looked Zach in the eye. He knew what to do. I stared at him impatiently as he kicked off his flip flops and threw his jeans and boxers to the floor. I squirmed on the bed, eager to have everyone see Zach's cock stuffed in my hole.

His cock was hard and ready, all that was missing was a condom. Luckily, Kyle had one in his pocket. He whistled for Zach's attention, then tossed it over.

Zach lifted my legs up high and drove right into my ass with a stiff no-nonsense thrust. I threw my head back on my pillow, clawed at the bedsheets and moaned with passion. Then, as Zach began to hammer away, I begged him to come closer.

He sank further into me and I clutched his ass and held him in place. He kissed my neck and gnawed on my earlobe. It felt so good. But the feeling of him squirming and stirring his cock in my butt felt even better. However, the hottest part was still seeing the looks on the faces of my housemates.

Sam had his pants around his ankles and his cock out. The other guys soon followed suit. Kyle jerked his cock wildly, while Lenny worked his a bit slower with the same determination.

I asked Zach what his fave position was. "The piledriver," he quickly answered and I chuckled. I got on my back with my lower body in the air and my legs bent back above my face. Zach stood upright on the bed. He slammed deep into my ass and then moved forcefully, in and out. I screamed and bucked so much that he had to brace his feet and hold on tight.

All three of our housemates came before Zach did. And that in turn, got me off a second time. I unleashed a big load on my abs.

"Nate," Zach said has he tossed the condom and started for the bathroom to wash up. "that was fucking nuts!"

"We should do it again sometime," I added with a grin, rubbing my wad into my skin while my housemates pulled their clothes together.

Preface
As an incoming freshman after serving in the military, Mike is a few years older than the rest of the frogs class but lives in a dorm on campus. After graduating from a college a few hours away, I decided to relocate with my BFF who's starting the intense MBA program here.

A food delivery side hustle is perfect for one new college student and one fresh grad trying to start her own business and working several jobs to fund the new venture.

In this true story, somehow we end up at the same small college town bar with our separate friend groups. I think Mike mentioned where he would probably be and maybe even suggested that we join them, but the town is so small it could’ve just as easily been chance.

The First Time
Usually, I see him in a baseball cap, with the identifiable, brightly-colored uniform polo shirt at work, but tonight his red hair is gloriously free and sans ballcap. I already know he has well-defined arms under the grey t-shirt he's wearing, because I *might* have noticed them (and his nicely-shaped ass) at work.

Finding Mike and his friend Steve at the bar, my roommate Heather and her fellow MBA candidate Joy, order the first round of our drinks. Amaretto Sour for me, please. Heather has long light brown hair, an hourglass figure with a bra size several alphabet letters past DD, and she has a habit of sticking those huge tits into people's faces like an offering or a challenge, and she has sex with any guy who shows interest. We are as close as sisters but she wants whatever I have, and has pretty much taken it, Every. Single. Time. If things go well with Mike tonight, I may have to get primeval on her. Anyway, this story isn’t about her.

I try flirting with Mike and simultaneously concentrate on what he is saying while standing shoulder-to-shoulder in a jam-packed bar when a basket of peanuts is placed in front of us. I try cracking open each peanut to have something to do with my hands until I realize that I'm far too nervous talking to Mike and so I give up breaking them open, electing to suck on the salty shells while trying to look casual while my brain is like:

"He is turning me ON and his sexual energy is getting me soooo HOT"

"Hope he doesn't notice my hands trembling"

"I wonder what his naked ass looks like... he fills those jeans so nicely!"

"Hope Heather stays distracted (yay, Steve)!"

Yeah. That's a lot of thinking. I like to frame it as an "active interior life" and hope the look on my face reflects a vapid, yet intensely interested expression for Mike that conveys something along the lines of a "Gee, I would really like to fuck you" vibe.

We all move to the pool tables and then play a few rounds of darts. I'm drinking more than usual...failing at tying the darn cherry stem in a knot with my tongue. So much for impressing Mike with what my talented tongue can do. Sigh. It doesn't take me much to get tipsy, whereas Mike is drinking at a steady pace, and so far he seems fine. I switch to beer so I can busy myself peeling off the label after the beer bottle develops a healthy amount of condensation. This also gives a good excuse to suggestively move my mouth up and down the neck of the bottle and give Mike sultry fuck-me eyes. Thank you, liquid courage!

At this point in the evening, Mike begins touching me during our conversations. Just subtle things. His hand briefly on my arm and then his hand brushing mine now and then, moving a curly loose strand of hair behind my ear. I reciprocate, touching his fingers and tug his arm to accentuate a point in our conversation while we flirt and laugh. He put his hand on the small of my back on the way to the pool tables. Every spot he touches my body pulsates in the place where his hand just left, and the fire his physical touch ignites is lingering, even after his hand is gone from me. He’s close enough to me now to catch a whiff of his enticing musk, and he smiles -- his attention and those fascinating ocean-blue eyes are fully on me as he seems completely unaffected by Heather. She is even inserting herself (big tits first) into our conversation... annnd there's her damn charisma! Noooo! Did she just make flirty doe eyes at Mike AGAIN? She DID! He politely deflects her advance, turning his attention, and those stunning blue eyes, back to me as my stomach jumps with excitement and butterflies.

My decision is made, and I am past ready to find somewhere to go alone with Mike. I want to kiss this man and have hot, hard, pounding sex with him. Up against the wall, in a bed...hell! In the bar, so everyone can watch...it doesn't even matter, now that I am all IN. Suddenly, I find myself somewhat tipsily (maybe slurring a lil) reassuring my roommate that "I am FINE. Yes, I am goooood, I PROMISE." Yes, I say. "I am going to fuck him and I hope it is long and hard. Yes, I will find my own way home." Mike is MINE tonight!

Walking (weaving) to his dorm, we lean on each other, laughing and joking around the whole way. Upon arrival at Mike's dorm, there are other residents around and he speaks to a few in the common area as we try to seem really nonchalant while he slowly backs me into his room and (FINALLY) closes the door behind him, locking it with an audible CLICK!

I start giggling, but his mouth comes down to cover mine with blazing, branding kisses, and when his T-shirt comes off his nicely crafted body, my pussy twinges and my panties get more damp. Mike's hand comes up and fondles a breast as my knees weaken. Vaguely I wonder if my overflowing C-cup tits with large areolas and pencil eraser nipples will turn him on... or is he a leg and ass guy? Since we only know each other from work, and the only time we have spent together so far is at our place of employment plus the bar tonight, we just don’t know each other very well, but *I* sure am looking forward to learning more... like what he is hiding under those jeans. I reach out tentatively to feel the hardness those jeans are encasing and he seems more than ready. I want more NOW.



Do you want more NOW? Cum back...spoiler alert: it is hot, sexy and there is a lot of cumming.

PART 1 - Introduction

This story is about a guy named Matthew Mills. His parents were international aid workers for the UN and brought Matt along with them on many aid missions. When Matt was eight years old he and his family went on an aid mission to Uganda (an African country). During this mission their vehicle was ambushed in the wilderness by an extremist militant group. Matt’s father managed to keep the attackers occupied to let Matt and his mother escape. One attacker saw them fleeing and shot his mother. Matt was able to escape into the bushes of the wild.

He wandered the country for days without any food or water and didn’t see a single human soul. He got weaker and weaker until finally he found a village of a primitive tribe. Walking slowly and dazed by dehydration, Matt came to the centre of the settlement and collapsed. He awoke the next day on a bed of long grass inside one of the crudely fashioned huts of the tribe. He didn’t know it, but this tribe was known as the Karamojong of Northeastern Uganda.

The tribe was unique for many reasons, one being that once a child reaches puberty in the tribe, they hang a stone weight from their penis to grow it. Eventually, they increase the weights until there is up to 20 lbs of stone hanging from their phalluses. Once puberty is done the man would take off his stones and the bigger the penis, the more respect and power they would have in the tribe. Some men grew to an astonishing 18 inches from the long years of constantly hanging weights.

Matt was adopted into the tribe and nursed back to health. He was the only white boy in the tribe, but eventually was able to call it home. He learned their language and culture and just like ever other child in the tribe, when he reached puberty, he hung weights. By the time he was eighteen years old, his penis was nearly hanging as low as his knee cap.

There was one difference between Matt and the rest of the young men that he just couldn’t get over; the fact that he is white. Though he was accepted to the tribe, he felt he didn’t belong. Because he was eighteen, a young adult in the tribe, the elders decided that if he wanted, he could venture to the closest village and try to meet other white people and find a way home.

Matt went through the removal of the stones ceremony and the next day ventured to the closest village. There he met a white bearded man, an aid worker like his parents. Though Matt had the vocabulary of an eight year old, he was able to explain what happened to him and his family and ask for help. The man quickly got on the satellite phone and called the UN, to find that Matt had relatives in Toronto Canada.

He waited with the bearded man (who’s name was Steve Edwards) a few days until his mission was done and drove with him to the nearest airport a few days later. Now at the airport, waiting at the terminal Matt’s story starts…

“Matt, are you excited to see your Aunt Irene?” Mr. Edwards, the bearded man asked. He had a look of genuine interest in his face. He was amazed at how a boy could survive for ten years in the wild of Africa.

“Yes sir, very,” Matt responded nervously. He really didn’t know what to expect and hoped he wouldn’t regret his decision of leaving the tribe.

“I am sure she will be very excited to see you!” Mr. E said only to receive a brief half smile response from Matt. “Matthew, don’t worry, I am sure everything will be ok, I know your tribe will be fine without you and you will be far better off with your family who misses you.”

“Yes sir,” Matt responded. He looked up at the clock and frowned as he saw that he had another 50 minutes to wait for the plane.

“I don’t think I have asked this yet, but what tribe were you living with again?” Mr. E asked trying to invoke a conversation.

“The Karamojong,” Matt responded. Mr. Edwards eyes widened.

“You mean, the tribe that hangs stones from their penises?” he asked.

“Yes, to gain respect and honour,” Matt replied.

Oh no, Mr. Edwards thought to himself. This boy, though he is eighteen, has the mental development of an eight year old. He truly won’t understand the ramifications of having such a large penis at this age in the modern society of Toronto.

“Matthew let me ask you a personal question. Did your parents ever teach you about sex… you know the birds and the bees?” Mr. E asked.

“Yes sir, I know what sex is,” Matt replied. “To us Karamojong, sex is sacred, and only performed after one has become a man, found a wife and removed his stones.”

“Did you find a wife?” Mr. E asked intriguingly.

“No sir, the day after I took off my stones I came and found you. None of the women of the tribe would have wanted to be with me anyway… I was the only white person,” Matt replied. “I have to use the washroom,” he asked Mr. E.

“Go ahead, its right straight ahead, you can’t miss it,” Mr. E replied. Matt briskly walked to the bathroom and came to a urinal. He hadn’t used one since before he was eight, and when he pulled his entire length of soft penis out he had to stand a far distance back from the urinal so his penis didn’t hit the inside of it.

“GOD DAMN MAN!” a man a few urinals away said to him; looking at his huge appendage sticking far from him.

“What?” said Matt turning to the man. He immediately noticed how small the man was. Matt was just as astonished to see the other man’s penis as the man was to see his. The man across the bathroom could hold it with one hand and cover his penis almost entirely, where Matt had to use two hands. One hand behind the head to aim his stream of urine and one hand in the middle of the shaft to keep it from drooping and sagging.

“You are a freak man!” the man said as he zipped up. And walked quickly to the sink and briefly wash his hands.

“No, you are,” Matt said as the man left.

After seeing the man wash his hands, Matt decided he should too. As he approached the sink he noticed the mirror. He hesitantly moved in front of it, to see himself for the first time in years. He had seen himself in his reflection at the watering hole, but its quality was nothing like a mirror. He immediately noticed that he had somewhat of a beard himself, nothing like Mr. Edwards, but it was a noticeable peachy fuzz beard. He long straight blond hair, blue eyes and had a toned but very skinny frame. The clothes he got from Mr. Edwards were far too big, but it helped to conceal his bulge. He was about 5’ 9” and he liked the way he looked. He finished washing his hands and sat back down beside Mr. Edwards.

“Mr. Edwards… a man in the bathroom acted very strange towards me, he was amazed to see my penis. When I saw his, I noticed it was very small, am I a freak? or is he?” Matt managed to ask embarrassed.

“Umm while you see Matt, your tribe is very unique, and umm well, your tribe and a very select few others around the world are the only tribes to hang the stones like you did. In fact, I don’t think you will ever meet someone else where you are going that compares to your size. Don’t think of yourself as a freak, you are just very special. The only reason anyone will call you a freak is because they are jealous of you, don’t let it bother you. If you don’t like the attention you get, if you want, we can try to find you some underwear that will hide your penis from people seeing it. We will have to wait until we get to Canada though, our flight leaves in 5 minutes,” Mr. Edwards said.

TERMINAL 7 READY FOR BOARDING the speaker box above us said.

TO BE CONTINUED….

[Part 2 gets sexy, I promise!]

I'm looking for a straight huge dick story. The younger brother was bullied by the big dick older brother. He makes an Xmas wish to be bigger and Santa gives him a stupid huge monster dick. Younger bro steals older bros girl and has many massive dick adventures.

Can't seem to find it. Does anyone have a link or a copy of it?

We were in the car on the way home from our last exam for the year. Adam, Jordan and myself were relieved the study year was over. I was gay and had been open to my friends about it for some time, they all understood. Adam was bisexual, but leaned slightly towards women and Jordan claimed he was straight. “What do you want to do when we get home?” I said.

“I really need to get off. I can’t believe Carla has been gone for a whole month already. I miss her blowjobs so bad” Jordan replied. His girlfriend had gone to visit family overseas. They had been trying to have phone sex a couple of times, I know because I accidently picked up the phone while they were halfway through.

“Well we don’t need to wait until we got home to do that” I said giving him a knowing nod. One time when we had been slightly drunk Adam and I had jerked off while driving home from the party.

“That’s true” he said. To my surprise he started unzipping his fly. I glanced left at the passenger seat to get a better look. He was just pulling his cock through the hole in his boxers. His limp uncut cock sat there for a second before he spat on his hand and began to gently knead it. I forced my eyes back onto the road, not wanting to cause a car crash. Adam in the back seat leaned forward for a better look. I could see him rubbing his crotch gently.

Suddenly I had an idea and took the nearest left. After driving for several more minutes we came to this really deserted area. We were surrounded on nearly all sides by a forest of trees and in front of us, about fifty metres down was a crystal clear lake. We had a perfect view from where we were. “Let’s go for a swim” I said to the guys. Jordan reluctantly let go of his cock and agreed to come down with us. We walked down to the lake where a small jetty jutted into the water. We walked to the end where we slipped off our shirts. I leaded thee group into the next move by unbuckling my jeans and pulling them down, stepping out of them. I was standing there in my briefs while Jordan was in his boxers, his still erect cock forming a tent in the fabric, and Adam stood there naked having worn no underwear that day. I pulled off my briefs letting my 5 inch soft cock flop out, it was surrounded by a neat bush of hair. Jordan took off his boxers, not ashamed of his 5.5inch rock hard cock, and jumped into the water. We followed.

We swam around for a while enjoying ourselves, generally just relaxing. Jordan’ stiff cock soon went away. When we had had enough we climbed back onto the jetty and lay on our backs in the sun, attempting to dry before getting dressed. Jordan’s cock began to grow again as he lay there. “Just jerk one off or else you are going to keep getting horny for the rest of the day” Said Adam. We both watched as Jordan dipped his hand in the water and began to rub it up and down his hardening cock. He began a slow, rythmic massage of his shaft.

My cock began to grow hard at the sight of Jordan beating off, so did Adam’s. I leant over and took Adam’s cock in my mouth and began so suck his semi-erect cock. His still slightly spongy shaft felt so nice in my mouth. As I suck harder it grew more solid in my mouth finally reaching its full length at 7 inches. I sucked him harder, eventually moving into a position where he could reach me with his mouth. His kissed the head of my cock gently. Slowly making his kisses deeper and more passionate. Eventually he had encircled the entire head of my now rock hard 9 inch shaft in his mouth. We sucked hard on each other’s cocks, loving the feeling. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Jordan watching intently has he jerked himself off.

My name is Mark and i come from scandenavia.
Since september 2007 i have had the most incredible experiences. And it all started here on lpsg.

I was bi-curious, horny and kinda bored. So i found lpsg, and started camming with other people, it was new, funny, and really hot. After a month of camming with all types of hot people, i added a random email adress (like i used to), but i didnt know that it would change my entire life. The guy msged me, his name is Luke and he comes from the GB. first of all it was just the usual talking..."wanna cam", "sure". but then i saw him, he was SO incredibly hot, and the first thing he did was to show me his face. I remember feeling stupid, he was too hot i guess. so i turned off the cam and logged off.
a few weeks passed, and one day out of boredom i msged him again, and we just started talking. since that day, i have talked to him every single day, and its 10 months ago.

after a month of talking, he did something insane, he bought a ticket to the capital of my country, and he booked a hotel room for us to stay in. i dont know if we actually believed that it would happen, but in january 2008 i was standing in the airport, watching him right in front of me. believe me, the hottest sight i have ever seen. after a few hours of talking in a cafe, we went to the hotel room. and he kissed me as we were lieing in the bed. it was the most amazing feeling, and it lead to a whole night of the most incredible sex ever.

we have met 3 times since then and its only getting more and more amazing.
in some way, i dont feel gay at all. i love a person, and it just happens to be a guy. he is now my best friend and my lover at the same time, and i have never felt like this in any of my former relationships.
I hope other people will experience something like this, it is the best thing ever happened to me.

Mark

Prologue:

With a heavy sigh, Chance dropped in to the leather chair in front of his computer and ran one hand through his tousled chestnut hair. Most of the (admittedly few) people who knew him well thought it was rather odd that he sat in front of a computer at work all day, only to go home and throw himself in front of another computer when he got home each night. Truthfully, though, most evenings he couldn’t wait to get home and get online—to log in to The Game.

The Game was a massively multiplayer online roleplaying game—what anyone in the know called an “MMO.” There, Chance could escape the tedium of real life for a few hours and perhaps chat with some people who weren’t totally brain dead. Although playing The Game was quite fun, most of the time it was just a chat room with fancy graphics for Chance.

Chance had settled in to his normal in-game routine, running around in a circle in front of the auction house and sporadically joining the random conversations in guild chat when he received a private message (known as a “whisper”) from an unexpected source.

<From: Dreadnought> So, what’s the deal with Gamora?

The player who went by the screen name of Dreadnought had been in Chance’s guild for well over a year, yet he was one of only a small handful of people whom Chance hadn’t had much interaction with. Honestly, Chance thought that Dreadnought didn’t like him very much.

<To: Dreadnought> Lol, what do you mean?
<From: Dreadnought> Is Gamora a dude or a chick?
<To: Dreadnought> She’s a chick. Why do you ask?
<From: Dreadnought> Was just curious. She’s been here a long time and I didn’t know
<To: Dreadnought> Well, that’s fair. Almost no one has heard her talk in voice chat.
<From: Dreadnought> You have?
<To: Dreadnought> Sure. I talk to just about everyone in this guild. Now that I think about it though, I don’t think I’ve ever heard your sexy voice either
<From: Dreadnought> Yeah, I don’t talk in raids any more. My voice has been… an issue in the past
<To: Dreadnought> Well, I say, if you have a sexy voice and a big dick, you should share them with everyone!
<From: Dreadnought> Well, fortunately I was blessed with both, but I don’t often share either one of them!
<To: Dreadnought> Nice! Just how big is your dick anyway?
<From: Dreadnought> Lol, you know I’m not going to tell you that
<To: Dreadnought> Why not? Your secret is safe with me ;-)
<From: Dreadnought> Why do you want to know anyway?
<To: Dreadnought> Just general curiosity. I ask everyone, sooner or later
<From: Dreadnought> Oh, well if you ask everyone, that’s okay then. It’s ten inches
<To: Dreadnought> Fuck, nice!
<From: Dreadnought> And it’s so heavy too… I mean, damn, this is a heavy mofo

At this point, Chance has to stop to wipe the sweat from his palms, and he noticed that his hands were shaking just the tiniest bit. Was this really happening? The thought briefly crossed his mind that he should let this drop before he said something to offend his guildmate. After only a split second of indecision, the perpetually horny Chance decided to throw caution to the wind and milk this opportunity for every bit that he could.

<To: Dreadnought> Mmmm, so it’s real nice and thick too?
<From: Dreadnought> Dude, it’s so fucking thick… Damn Chancy, somehow you got me to give you WAY more info than I was planning on
<To: Dreadnought> You know, it’s really too bad that you’re not gay, or that I’m not a chick… I would suck that giant thick cock of yours like I had diabetes and it was full of insulin
<From: Dreadnought> Damn… that’s really forward. I have a real weakness for really forward sluts
<To: Dreadnought> Well, I’ll be kind and spare you the gruesome details of what I would do to you and that huge cock then
<From Dreadnought> Damn, that’s not fair! Now I really wanna ask you what you would do!
<To: Dreadnought> Well, before I could even work on that big dong, I would have to start with your huge heavy balls. Just licking and gently sucking each one, giving them a thorough tongue-bath until you were squirming in anticipation
<To: Dreadnought> Then, once your big nuts had been well cared for, I would go after that thick heavy piece of meat. Just slowly running my tongue up and down, scouring and caressing every inch of your fat meat with my rough, soft tongue… Then I’d start working on the head, running my tongue all around the ridge, teasing your piss slit with the tip of my tongue, driving you in to a frenzy
<To: Dreadnought> Then, just when you couldn’t stand it any more, I would plunge down on your huge thick cock, taking the entire length at once in to the wet heat of my mouth and throat. Then I’d look in to your eyes with a mix of ecstasy and a little fear, and you’d know to grab my hair and rough-fuck my throat until you emptied your heavy load down my gullet
<To: Dreadnought> Or, all over my face if you prefer… the customer is always right!
<From: Dreadnought> Fuck! You are really fucking slutty… that got my dick hard like instantly. I definitely was not expecting that…
<To: Dreadnought> Fuck, I really wanna see that big fat dong of yours… you should send me a picture of it
<From: Dreadnought> Perhaps I will, later… as long as this stays just between us, right?
<To: Dreadnought> Oh, of course… fuck, I want that big fucking cock, I need it
<From: Dreadnought> If you lived closer to me, I might just give it to you regularly
<To: Dreadnought> Nngh, that’s so fucking hot…
<From: Dreadnought> How much of this big heavy dong do you think you could take anyway? If you say ‘nuts deep’ I might just fucking lose it right here
<To: Dreadnought> Hmmm… well, my hungry little hole is super hot and super super tight… I bet after a lot of stretching and preparation, though, that I could take that big monster cock all the way to the hilt
<From: Dreadnought> Yessss, such a fucking slut… I would just wreck that fucking hole with this thick dong, just pound my meat in to you balls deep over and over again until my meat was coated in my hot sticky loads
<To: Dreadnought> Holy fuck, that is so hot
<From: Dreadnought> So, do you have any fetishes? Any kinks that really turn you on?
<To: Dreadnought> Well… I really like to be abused and humiliated. Be called a faggot and a slut, get my hair pulled, slapped around, spit on, stuff like that
<From: Dreadnought> Fuck, you’re a really nasty fagslut aren’t you? I would love to just use your tight little hole any time I wanted, make you my personal cum dump
<To: Dreadnought> Fuuuuuck, yes, I would worship that massive thick cock, I would keep it always well drained
<From: Dreadnought> Nngh…Where do you live, anyway?
<To: Dreadnought> Kansas City
<From: Dreadnought> That’s right, I need to get out to KC and fucking ruin that butthole and get it loaded up with this hot thick dong
<To: Dreadnought> That would be fucking awesome…
<From: Dreadnought> Well, I’ve flown to Atlanta to get some pussy before, going to KC to get lots of ass wouldn’t be any different… maybe even better

To Be Continued…

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

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

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

I hope you enjoy the story!

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

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

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

To be continued…

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

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

To be continued…

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

To be continued