While I'm at my friend's house my stepdaddy calls and tell me that mom had to head out of town for a family emergency and he was on his way to come get me. I'm already dressed to go out and have fun in my little black dress, fishnets and all done up in makeup. I already knew daddy wasn’t going to be too pleased about it.

While in the car daddy couldn’t help but rub his hands over my stockings telling me how slutty i look, and how mad mom would be if she knew I went out like this. “So, tell me where you going out to meet up with boys?” he asks as I feel him rub his hand over my nipple that could be seen threw my dress. Feeling his touch makes me feel so nervous yet turned on, without realizing it, i drop my bag. When I do a butterfly sex toy can be seen in my bag along with its remote.

Without missing a beat daddy notices it and leans over picking the toy up out of my bag, he softly holds down the button turning it on just to see how strong of a toy it was before turning it off. He grins as she hands me the toy.” put it in”. At first, I had no idea what to say or do. “Put it in and show me how it works...or we’ll have to tell your mother about it” with a nod of my head I slide my dress up showing that I wasn’t wearing any panties on. I slide the toy inside my already wet pussy. Daddy tells me to hand him the remote. He grins as he reaches over cupping the base of the toy and pushes it against me making sure the toy was fully inside me. “You can't take it out until i says so” he says as he clicks on the toy.

As I sit there fighting back my moans as I could feel the hard vibrators against my g-spot. With everything going on I didn’t even realize where weren't heading home. Before I knew it, we were outside a motel. Daddy gets out getting us a room. Before coming back and telling me to get out the car. Walking to the room while on the edge of an orgasm I could feel my pussy juices running down my tights.

When we get in the room daddy bend me over his lap. With one movement of his hand, he lifts up my dress turning off the toy before slowly sliding the toy out. He reaches around “open up” he said before sliding my wet toy into my mouth like a pacifier before he starts to spank me only taking breaks to Spread my wet pussy ang ass crack between spankings and telling me how fuckable my holes look....

Any outdoor masturbation stories?

I have one - was under a different pseydonym but too hot to forget...

Going back to my late teens [almost 19] I was hiking alongside Loch Ness along a long distance path / forestry track when I needed a natural break. There was a forest climbing from the road up to my left so I, with my rucksack, I climbed up from the track and after a few dozen steps I was invisible from the road and between trees.
I was wearing a rough feel cotton top, velcro seamed tousers and thin thigh length socks which went a way up over my knees to a similar height of holdups.
It was hot and I unzipped my trousers to take a leak and, being a hot day, the cool sensation of the breeze and the feel of the sun made me hard.
At this time I hadn't grown much body hair (late developer) and any I had felt sensitive to the touch. I felt my hand wander over my cock then I started to unbutton and open my shirt - only stopped by my rucksack straps - but my nipples were erect. I ran my hands over my silky chest before pulling the velcro seamed trousers apart removing them then stepping out of my underpants so I could run my hands over my silky smooth thighs. With years of cycling, these were rounded and muscular.
I unclipped my rucksack straps and lowered my rucksack to the floor then let my shirt drop. I was now only wearing my walking boots and thigh length black holdups.
My hands ran over my body then started working on my cock which felt great with the sun shining onto me. Sure enough I spurted a few globs before stopping but the thought of someone seeing me only wearing thigh length holdups, feel of the sun / breeze and running my hands over my tight ass made me reach for my cock and then I shot a few long streams of cum globs about six feet into the low bushes. I licked my hand which tasted salty before finding some leaves to wipe my cock. I then dressed before setting off on my way.
I wonder what people would have said / done if anyone had binoculars that day.

I decided to go up to NYC for Pride last week, and it ended up being the best decision I've made in a long time. What happened to me there - well...it was pretty fucking incredible.

One of the things I wanted to do was go to a strip club. I had never done it, and I thought that - especially during Pride - it might be a fun endeavor. I went to this small little joint called The Axis. Tiny little hole in the wall place not far from Hell's Kitchen, a little off the beaten path. To my surprise when I got there, it was totally empty. The room was small. Red curtains everywhere. Just a small handful of lights. The bouncer checked my ID, let me in, and I ordered a strong drink at the bar, and sat down in the front row at a table. There were signs everywhere with rules about what you can and cannot do with the strippers. "No touching, no grabbing, no this, no that," and after looking at the bouncer, I could tell he wasn't one to fuck around with. Hands to yourself - ok, then.

I took some swigs from my drink, and kept looking around the place. "Surely more people are gonna come in," I thought to myself. But no one ever did. It was just me, listening to techno thumping house music by myself. The bartender came up and asked if I wanted a refill. I said yes, and we struck up a conversation. I asked him why the house was so empty. He said, "Ever since COVID hit, patronage is up and down, and you never know from night to know who's gonna show up - business has been hard." He went and fetched me another drink, came back and said, "You're in for a treat tonight. You're gonna see Gino. He's our hottest dancer."

Well, that was exciting, I thought. A private show. Just like in the movies.

When it was time to start, the lights went down and the announcer introduced Gino. "Please welcome, direct from Columbia, the blond boy all the boys can't resist, that Latin pocket-sized bundle of sex, Gino!"

The music blared. The lights started swirling. And from behind a red curtain came out Gino. The first thing I noticed was that he was little - very short, no more than 5'2." I happen to think short guys are super cute. I'm super tall, standing at 6'3", so size difference is always erotic in my mind. He wore a variation of a sailor's outfit, but it was definitely "stripper-fied" - a crop top, and incredibly tight Lycra shorts that hugged what appeared to be an incredible bubble butt. His legs were strong and muscular - definitely the build of a trained dancer. He had bleached blond hair hiding under his sailor hat, and beautiful eyes, olive colored skin that was perfectly smooth, and lips that looked like they had been drenched in honey. He was breathtaking.

Gino began his dance. There was no way he didn't realize he was putting on a private show for a party of one - the room was too small to NOT notice I was the only one there. Something told me that in his mind he thought, "Well, if I'm gonna dance for one, I might as well make it a good show." And it was. He began to dance sensually, caressing his body, and starting to remove articles of clothing slowly in time to the music. He threw off his hat, and then unbuttoned his sailor top. As he peeled it off, my eyes went right to his nipples. Round, firm, like big erasers. He had a defined, lean build, and I could tell he had those sexy v-cut lines that went down to his crotch. He began to do some acrobatic tricks, showing off his insane flexibility. I was in awe. But I was also highly turned on. My cock began to grow inside of my pants. This was gonna be a problem.

Gino danced, working the pole that was on stage, and clearly enjoying having my attention all to himself. And then, he made his way over to me. He slowly sat down on my lap, and smiled at me. Our eyes met, and he smiled. "Well, looks like you're getting a private show tonight, daddy. Thanks for coming." My cock was rock solid underneath him, and the tip was firmly pressing into his ass. I could tell he knew, as he made painfully slow hip circles on my lap.

"Damn, daddy. Are you excited to be here?" I said "Yeah - first time at the Axis." He grinned playfully and said "Then you deserve a special show."

He stood up and pulled me up on stage with him, pulling a black cabaret chair from the back and sitting me down. He then removed his white lycra pants, revealing an electric blue thong with the smallest, thinnest piece of fabric that barely covered his hole. He looked up to the bartender, snapped his fingers and said "Shut the curtain and lock the doors." The bartender closed the red velvet curtain, encasing both of us in the room fully alone. I had no idea what was happening, but I was drenched in sweat, and my heart was racing.

Gino continued to dance for me. He laid down in front of me on his back, and pulled his legs all the way back behind his head. I couldn't take my eyes off his ass. It was simply magnificent. He definitely knew he was driving me wild. "Wanna see a trick?" he said. I replied, "Sure."

He said, "Hold still." He then sat down on my lap backwards, and placed his hands on my thighs, and then proceeded to lift his body upright like an acrobat and started to grind belly first over me. He smelled like sweat and cologne. It was a sweet, delicious smell. My hormones were raging, my cock now fully leaking precum in my underwear. And then, he placed his feet up on my thighs, and arched his back right into my face. He began to slowly move his hips up and down, his ass now fully in front of me. I stared at his hole, when all of a sudden, the slip of fabric hiding his pussy slid to the side, and his hairless, silky smooth lips popped out. He kept rubbing it up and down on my face. I was in a euphoric state of heaven, but felt totally helpless.

"Don't you wanna eat my pussy?" he cooed. I said, "Aren't there rules that I can't touch you?," I responded breathlessly.

With a devilish grin, he said, "Fuck the rules. Eat me."

And with that, he shoved his pussy right onto my face, and I grabbed his cheeks, and slid my tongue all the way inside him. "Oh, fuck!," he yelled. I chewed and sucked on his creamy, sweaty boy hole. It was delicious, and so smooth, that the slipperiness caused my tongue to pop in and out. He tasted like honey butter. The sounds of my tongue licking his wet cunt were loud and noisy, and he loved it. He moaned and squealed with delight. I proceeded to keep eating him for almost half an hour - non-stop rimming.

He finally got off my lap, and knelt down in front of me, spreading my legs open, reaching up to my pants, and unbuckling my belt, unzipping my pants, and yanking them down to the floor. He pulled out my blood-engorged erect cock and let out a gasp. "Jesus Christ!" He stroked it and marveled at it. I'm a big boy, admittedly - 9.5" inches and very thick. He wrapped his lips around it, and began to suck violently. HIs beautiful eyes looked up at me, as he tried to fit every inch in his throat. Surprisingly, he seemed to hav little too no gag relax, and it got deeper and deeper with each slurp. He pulled his mouth off and moaned, "Your precum tastes so good!" I smiled back at him. "Keep sucking, baby boy."

"Yes sir," he replied.

This was the sloppiest, noisiest blowjob I had ever gotten. For a little tiny boy, he was clearly adapt at handling big things inside of his body. He continued to slurp and suck for a good 20 minutes. I was in heaven. How I didn't explode down his throat is beyond me. But I knew where I really wanted to empty my load. And I had to control myself if I wanted that reward.

Once he had had his fill of my dick, he stood up, grabbed me by the cock, and pulled me over to the pole. He climbed up on it, and then did the most incredible athletic trick. Using his core muscles, he placed his feet and hands on it, and was able to arch is back out towards me - all while hanging onto the pole. He looked back at me and said, "Fuck my pussy." The words EVERY top wants to hear. I ran my tongue along his pink lips to give it a little extra lube, and then pressed my cummy tip into his hole. Without any hesitation, it swallowed me inside, and he let out a scream. I began to thrust in and out. Holding onto his hips, I fucked him while he held onto the pole. He was warm, super tight, and super wet. The gushy wet sounds of his boy twat being split wide open was incredible. I watched as sperm and natural pussy juices began to froth from within him, onto my fat dick. I pounded him mercilessly. I spanked him. His beautiful bubbles were sucking my cock, the lips of his hole stretching wide over my girthy meat, and I wasn't gonna stop till I came inside.

After a bit, I pulled out, sperm already leaking out of his used hole. He jumped up into my arms like a rag doll, and I held him up. We kissed deeply. He reached down, grabbed my cock, and put it up inside of him. I bounced him up and down on my dick again, as his arms wrapped around my neck. He threw his head back in ecstasy, and moaned and whimpered loudly. I impaled this beautiful bottom boy on my dong, and he was loving it.

The final position of the night was the most incredible. He climbed off my, got down on the floor, spread his legs all the way apart and placed them back behind his head. I got down and slid inside him in missionary position, and began to pump him again. We kissed, our tongues swirling about as sweat splashed off our body all over the stage. With every thrust, he let out a whimper - this high pitched moan that made me know he was in absolute heaven. How had I gotten so lucky? Harder and harder I fucked him, our eyes never leaving each other. "I want it - give it to me," he cried. "Cum in my pussy! Do it, daddy. Get me pregnant!" My dick grew thicker and thicker as it neared the moment of eruption. I squeezed my body tight with everything I had, and used his inner cunt muscles to stroke the last few strokes I needed to blast. And when that moment happened, I released what felt like gallons of sperm all the way down to his imaginary cervix, splashing my unborn children past his second hole, and deep into his belly. Spurt after spurt kept going, until it felt like I had nothing left within me.

But then came the ultimate nasty act of true sexual nirvana.

He pulled himself off me, and pushed me down onto my back. I landed with a sweaty splat. He then turned around, and placed his cummy boy pussy directly over my face. Grabbing my dick by the base with his hands, he began to suck the remaining drops of seed out of my dick, and simultaneously pushed my cum and his cunt juices into my mouth. I stuck my tongue up inside him and lapped up the delicious nectar we had created together. And with one final push, he blasted out a glob of sperm all over my face. I spanked him hard. He removed his mouth from my dick, turned around, and proceeded to run his tongue all over my face, licking up the mess he had made. Our tongues met, and we kissed deeply, swapping spit and sperm in the last few minutes of our spiritual sexual connection.

He lay his head on my chest and we breathed together. The whole floor was soaking wet. I gently ran my fingers in a circle in his gooey, freshly fucked hole. We lay in silence and just listened to the music and each other breathe.

"So, do I owe you a big tip?" I said to him.

He smiled. "Nope. I already got your big tip. No further payment needed."

We both giggled and kissed.

When I went off to college in 2008, I had just gotten a MacBook and it wasn’t long before I began exploring my exhibitionist tendencies. This was usually through video chats with girls I knew and just using the camera to take my pics.
Anyway, I was beginning to realize that my big fat cock turned me on, and seeing other rock hard, big and throbbing dicks getting worked was what I focused on the most.
You know how this goes. I began exploring solo male and gay porn, and I began focusing on Big Black Cock.
Few things make me drip so easily as seeing a massive black dick. It doesn’t matter if it’s being slobbered on by a blonde bimbo, forced down the mouth of a thirsty twink, or if it’s being solo jerked and shoots it’s thick white nut all over the place. It makes me bust.
One day while gooning to some fat dick porn, I was also camming with some random dudes on a gay chat site. Rarely did I ever come across anyone near my size which sucked but I enjoyed the attention. However, today, I got matched with a beefy, muscular black Adonis from Alabama. He had a six pack and big pecs as his sat back. It took me a while to notice this about him, though, because I was dumbstruck by his massively rock hard black clock. It was loooon and pretty thick, but he had a FAT purple mushroom head that was slick with precum. I had to stop touching myself immediately or else I would have shot my load all over myself. He liked what he saw too, because he grabbed the base of his BBC and squeezed hard, making his apple head grow bigger, and that juicy dick erupted THICK white nut all over his muscular black body.
You can imagine, but I just started nutting hands free all over the place. Then he clicked next and was gone.

Just wanted to share my experience of having a wank buddy, having met online to wank over celebs...

I previously had a regular wank buddy about 10 years ago which lasted for about 2 years. We met of the celebjo site which then was popular as ever. We would typically meet once a month depending on availability in his flat in SW London mainly on a Sunday morning to maintain discretion. My buddy was in his early 50's and at the time I was in my mid 20's. I felt from my end from the off this would be a good fit as someone older is typically more reliable. He was white British and I am British Indian background, this wasn't an issue and actually it was a turn on for both of us from an interracial and age aspect.

After replying to his ad looking for DIY wanking over a chosen celeb target, we exchanged online messages a few times, then decided to have a chat on the phone. This helped to solidify trust and take away any initial nerves. We agreed to our first wank meet on a winter Sunday early morning over Holly Valance, who we both lusted for. My buddy had copies of magazines she had done photo-shoots for, so we could use to pose our cocks with and then cum on.

The night before the meet I could not sleep as I was only thinking about the meet, the thought of bailing out did cross my mind but I maintained my decision as it was a huge kinky turn on which I wanted to do for a while. I was only into DIY and celebs/porn, so I wanted to share that lust with another jerker with the same mindset.
The morning of the meet I messaged my buddy to confirm I was setting out, which in turn he gave me his full address. I was communing by tube and rail to his flat, so I was able to give him an update of my location to ensure I was still coming. As I exited the tube station nearest to his flat and made the 15 minute walk to his flat I could feel the nerves begin to slowly kick in. When I arrived at this flat I remember my heart pounding louder then ever, however I maintained my composure, walked up the steps and rang the buzzer to his flat. My buddy opened the communal door, welcomed me in, shook hands and led me to his flat. Once inside we were able to talk openly about the wank session and ourselves. He led me to his front room where he had the magazines of Holly laid out on his large leather sofa and his laptop connected to his big 40inch TV. We sat down on the leather sofa (fully clothed at this stage), he began to play some music videos of Holly via YouTube (ad-less in those days) where we began talking dirty about Holly and how she was made us horny etc. I was hard immediately and began to rub my cock through my jeans, I noticed my buddy was doing the same, which we took as a cue to begin stripping off. I decided to remove my jeans and underwear, whilst keeping my top half clothed, my bud went as far as his underwear but noticed I was half nude, in which he followed suit.

So there I was, half nude on his leather sofa and stroking my hard cock over Holly with my bud next to me. Any lingering nerves had completely disappeared, I was so turned one I could have cum in an instant but managed to slow my strokes down. My bud felt the same too as we exchanged more dirty talk and how she made us feel. I could feel my pre-cum all over his leather sofa which was a sight to see. We carried on like this for over an hour, watching more videos and pictures of her as well as the dirty talk.

Once an hour had passed we decided to get to the business end of matters and dump our man seed over pics of Holly. We began with taking a few pics of holly posing with our hard cocks, then lined up our choice pic to both cum on. My buddy decided to step up to the plate and cum first. I had his camera and took pictures of him wanking his cock over her as we continued our dirty talk. He didn't take long as he began to moan and announce he was cumming. Within a few seconds waves of cum erupted from his cock and covered the chosen pic, at this moment I was snapping pics hoping to capture mid air cum flying onto Holly. My buddy looked exhausted but completely satisfied, now he had to take pics of me. Then we swapped roles, I stepped up and it didn't take me long as I unleashed wave after wave of cum onto Holly, mixing both our man muck together which felt really horny and steamy. As I was cumming it felt like time had stood still, all that wanking and shared pent up lust over Holly furiously came out. I, just like my buddy was exhausted but felt fully satisfied and retired to the sofa for a sit down.

I stayed on for another half an hour to help clean up and go through the photos we took to post online. We both chatted how the session over Holly surpassed our expectations and discussed impeding targets to choose from. My kik is vchnnn more chat

There was a rumour that Gareth and Ben, two props from the rugby team, were an item. Mainly banter and they seemed to play up to it. We did home and away matches and stayed in reasonable hotels. That involved doubling up to share rooms for cost reasons and there were rarely single rooms.

For the friendly game in South Wales queen bed double rooms were booked for all of the team and substitutes to share.

However, they had messed up numbers as a substitute wasn’t staying and that left an odd number. Lots were drawn for who would have to trebble up in a double room and I was the ‘unlucky’ odd one left. Gareth said he would share and I was put with him and Ben as their room had a sofa. The team was to be charged for my breakfast only.

It was a good rugby match, but we drew. In the locker room after the match there were the normal muddy nude scenes in the showers and big bath which I won’t go into. I quite like the relaxed feel of nudity with other men. I’ve had no experiences of anything sexual with men. But of course I look at the sweaty cocks.
Back at the hotel room with Gareth and Ben the first thing was to get out of the team white shirts and maroon team ties with navy chinos. Once these were off as we wandered in underwear. We all had white flimsy briefs.

We explored the bathroom which had a double walk in shower which comprised a white glass panel with an aisle behind it. We even had a jacuzzi. Ben took a piss making a lot of noise as it splashed the water in the pan. He made a lot of shaking it dry too.
Gareth said, “Let’s try the shower, there’s bound to be some mud left somewhere”.

Ben said “Cool, I need a proper hair wash too”

We’d all seen all we had to offer so the briefs off bit wasn’t a big deal. Gareth stripped his off first his uncut cock bobbed and he was quite hairy. Ben did same he was butt naked and hairless, not even pubes, which tends to make any cock look bigger.

Ben said they weren’t a couple despite the rumours and standing in front of me he challenged me to join them to scotch the rumours once and all.

I stripped off and joined them behind the glass panel, the water from the two heads was a perfect temperature. Gareth soaped himself joked as he pulled back forseskin and cleaned well there. Ben was more concerned with washing his hair, being the only hair his body had.

I could see no reason for embarrassment. I even took a piss which created some shrieks as the water turned a bit yellow.

Gareth then started on Ben’s back and got very close to his hairy crack I looked slightly shocked.

Gareth told me to relax and said to avoid making the rumours look true he said he’d do my back instead. I did need a massage of my deltoids.

Ben said “I’ll turn the water off, we don’t want to get blamed for taking all the hot water.”

Only after a couple of minutes Gareth starts to manhandle my arse cheeks.
“Need to do the glutes, no worse than helping you put on sun screen” he said.

Ben was standing still watching by now and was showing a clear stick out semi, his foreskin still covering the glans.

Not helping myself I was stiffening too. I said “Warm water always does this”

I put my hand down to make it look like I was being modest and in control.

Gareth gave my cock a tap and a tug and then said “Does this have the same effect, bend over”. He began to slide a finger along my crack. I then gasped as he rubbed against my hole. I has two choices, to take it or run. I decided to bend forwards and go with the flow.

I heard a “yes” from Gareth as his finger went in and up. I bent fowards and wriggled to take it properly. It felt good.

That left me perfectly aligned with Ben’s by now 8” cock, foreskin right back. He arched his back held the base and displayed his throbbing cock in front of my face. I look up at his eyes, nodded and licked my lips.

Ben then said “The real reason I needed a shower right now is that I’ve got two days cum to offload. And a reason we can both say we’re not an item is that we like doing it with three or more. We know even straight guys are curious and watch men on men porn, we’re going to give you a live treat instead. Further, whilst your with us in this suite this weekend clothes are banned, and I’ve extended the booking for tomorrow as well. You being with us provides the perfect cover for our dirty weekend, just make sure there’s no spunk on your face when you’re not in this room”.
Gareth then laughed and said “Yep and when the others have checked out, Kevin the hot fit flyhalf is going to move in here. That’s 2 in a bed times 2.”

With that I got my first taste of cock. Ben’s cock. My tongue played with the glistening red skin and piss slit with precum oozing all over it. I then took it inside my mouth, Ben gently face fucking me whilst Gareth kept fingering my hole and playing with my scrotum and erect cock. It felt very good. I was hooked. I was moaning and groaning, I was tasting the sweet salty precum and loved it. My hands were stretched behind me playing with Gareth’s hardon.

Gareth then said “you won’t believe how filthy things can get when guys are together like this.”

I assumed Gareth’s cock now pressing against my hole was going to go in, his fingers having prepared the way. I’d sneeked enough view of gay porn to know the way these things went. Only it didn’t. They swapped. I got Gareth’s cock in front and my face, Ben went behind me and said,
“He knows this well enough, and he’s cleaned it, now it’s going in”.
I sucked on Gareth’s cock as I could feel Ben feeling around my hole, he pushed his wet cock against my hole, I pushed back and it went straight in. It felt filling and good very quickly. He began to fuck me. I then sensed they were kissing each other. It was ecstasy for me.
After few sweaty wet minutes. Ben stopped and said “your turn baby, lie down”.

I lay on my back, cock pointing up. Ben sat on my face, I could feel Gareth wanking my cock, then I could feel a tight feeling and could tell he was lowering himself on me.

My cock slid in and up. It felt warm and so tight. He bounced up and down on it doing a type of squat.


Ben moved so his cock was face fucking me. The sweating of all three of us was beginning to odd to the sexiest smells possible.


To be continued, comments welcome

Let me tell you a story...

I was in my early twenties, not the most good looking guy but I think there were people who thought I was handsome. I was preppy and well turned out but a bit of an otter under the prep. I've got an above average dick, circumcised, and I cum a lot.

I'd been at a party, a house party at my place (a house share) actually and I'd met some new people. One guy had caught my eye earlier in the evening, a super-hot otter. We'd chatted plenty and I would have assumed he was straight if it wasn't for the way he touched my shoulder when we talked. He'd take my shoulder in his hand and squeeze, a little tight then relax and linger there a little too long. Always letting go quick enough to appear incuous to others but lingering long enouh to make me wonder.

We got progressively more drunk, and arms went around shoulders. He put his arm around mine first and hung a little on my frame. I could feel him against me, warm and lithe (he was a runner). Eventually the tables turned and drink overcame me too, I put my arm around his neck too and hung on his slight muscular frame. All this could have been bro stuff. Not a hint of sexuality really except that some of the touches lingered. It's always hard to tell the difference between a straight guy comfortable with gay guys and a closet guy trying to flirt subtly.

Eventually the party started to lull and people began to drift out. My housemate, who'd invited the guy, offered him a place to stay on the sofa. In time the rest of the guests had left and we were left, just me, my housemate, and him. We drank a little more and chatted until eventually my housemate left and I was alone with the handsome otter.

Perhaps I realised what was happening or perhaps I was just a little drunk but I turned on the sofa an lay my head in his lap. I continued the utterly non-sexual conversation while I was lying there. All the while feeling a swelling beneath the back of my neck. I was vindicated, he was clearly turned on.

Eventually, whatever inane nonsense we were chatting over came to a conclusion and we were left in silence with my head in his lap and his now quite hard cock pressing into my neck through his trousers. It had been a hot day and I could detect the sickly sweet odour of perspiration on him. I was hard now too, and moved my legs into a position that wouldn't hide it.

He remained still, hard, and smelling like a locker room. My cock throbbed in my chinos, very visible I am sure - it's entirely possible that my precum was starting to show too. These were light chinos and I precum a lot.

We were drunk, time was passing slowly. Eventually I decided to make a move. I turned myself over, so my face was turned down into his crotch. He reclined a little further as I did this, sliding back in the chair, making his hard cock even more prominent.

I turned back and looked up at his face expectantly.

"I didn't expect this" he said,
"Do you want to?" I asked.

We remained there still for a moment, his rock hard member still pressing into my neck as I gazed up into his hazel eyes. He smiled a little and I begin to unbutton the top of his jeans. His smile broadened and he shifted a little, unzipping his trousers.

As we'd slid down in the chair his jeans had ridden high and it was a little difficult to get his cock out but when it did spring free I was delighted. It was a gorgeous uncuit specimen, about 6 inches (perfect for a blowjob), firm and twitching with pleasure in my hands. Of course all I could do was take it in my mouth. I wrapped my lips around his cock and began to suck. Stroking the shaft as I worked his glans with my lips.

"Yes, keep going" he moaned.

I did. I took it all and worked it as hard and as slopilly as I could. Saliva building up in my mouth and lubricating his ample foreskine.

Then the moment came, I felt him convulce and his cock threw two hot pulses of cum into my mouth. I was still inexperienced at the time but the thrill of it made me intensify my sucking and I easily swallowed his load. He continued to moan as I worked him until his erection began to subside.

I lay there on his lap for a while, his softening cock exposed with his jeans pulled down. I gazed again into his hazel eyes.

"That was my first tiume with a man", he whispered. After a while he put his cock back into his pants and we fell asleep together on the sofa.

P.S. I learned later that my housemate had come downstairs for a glass of water while all of this was going on and he was made well ware of exactly what we were up to...

I promise this is 100% true


So, I love on a busy high street on the corner of the local square, above a shop, lucky it's a huge place and covers the whole corner (square and high street.

So you don't need a tv in the day as there's plenty of people watching rtf and you can look over a large distance.


there's a very young guy 20s to early 30s, who I presume to be homeless or a drug addict due to going through bins and always being on the high street and square, like anywhere there's a few about. I've lived here a few years and he is always about.

I don't really look out for him blah blah but he's always around.

Quite attractive, longish dark hair, thin but a tight smooth six pack. Always wears shorts and a jacket, never a top. Nick named him iggy pop.

Anyway. He wears shorts and definitely no underwear due to the fact his huge fucking dick slaps around side to side.

Always playing with it and certainly knows what he is doing.

He'll lay back for hours on the benches and position himself so his shorts ride all the way down his leg and his python, which is long and thick, pokes out. And he will just lay there, practically under my window.

Once he wore ripped shorts and he positioned himself so his arse way out too.


I'm very discreet and if I'm honest perv and I've noticed no one says anything to him. But he's so obvious.

He walks around n it's flipping about and people are and of course he looks chuffed with himself.

He has a problem with his leg so he limps badly too.


So after seeing this for a couple years, he's getting more bold and sits and lays down with it completely out, it has to be 8 inches soft at least and fat as a can. And he will just play with it now, not getting hard but playing.

Last night I went out to put the rubbish out and was there, it was awkward because he is making a mess and just looks and I obviously being the closest I've ever been to him look down.

He laughs and pulls the whole thing out and puts his shorts down and turns, and shows me his hole. Which was smooth.

I'm completely frozen and my heart is pounding, I don't know what to think, I'm defo not horny because it's all so shocking. He turns and he's hard and starts saying really explicit things, I don't take much in because it's about of the blue and he explodes, and I mean I though he was pissing there was that much.

He then says next time I wanna fuck your throat "youth" which I hate that term and I love being throat fucked and so I'm snapped out my frozen state and shout fuck off move etc. He laughs and shows me his hole, head between his knees and says eat it and does the most cocky walk around the corner.

I come in and heart is beating, I don't know what to say and because it's so out of the blue I don't know how to tell my partner, who laughs and doesn't believe me.

So pan to today and obviously thought to write this to get the story go down, which is 100% true. And i feel so horny and lucky. And hopefully talk about it with people etc.


I have no true desire to cheat, and with it being on my door step makes it awkward because I don't want that kinda thing right there.

I've even seen him in his usual spot with his head poking out.


So yeah , any thoughts?

Hey LPSG!
My original story, Medicine Show, had a pretty good run on LPSG and was a lot of fun to write. After a two year absence from updating, I've finally decided it's time to return to one of my favorite fictional playgrounds.
Rather than continue posting in the original Medicine Show thread (available here and all the story posts archived at Metabods.com) I've decided to start a new thread to host the continued adventures of Terry, Greg, Chris, Jen, Tasha, Kimber, Diane, Kevin, Mahmout and the rest.

Considering the last story post in Medicine Show was on January 18th of last year, I'm sure by now most of you have lost track of where we were (not that it was easy to follow even when it was active) and new members of LPSG have probably never heard of it in the first place.

So this post will be dedicated to getting people up to speed. Feel free to skip some or all of it. You don't need to be intimately familiar with the spaghetti tangle of plotlines in order to enjoy the story.

What you need to know:
The story centers around the adventures of college freshman Terry Anderson. He has access to a magic topical cream that enlarges any part of the body with which it comes into contact.

How the cream works:
The cream has so far been depicted in three forms:
-Regular cream=1.5x enlargement factor
-Diluted cream=1.25x regular enlargement factor or less depending on the dilution level.
-"Diluted unstable cream concentrate"=unpredictable, but somewhere in the area of 5-10x enlargement factor.
-The cream multiplies existing tissue cells with which it comes into contact. Muscular people will become more muscular, fat people will become fatter. Dicks, boobs, balls and butts get larger all around.
-No matter how large a cream-enhanced penis gets, it can still become erect and features a drastically reduced refractory period.
-Testicles affected by the cream go into permanent super-overdrive and churn out exponentially increased levels of sperm. Prostates magically adapt to keep up, resulting in massive cum loads for even modest users of the cream. A heavy user can expect to output a quart or more of jizz per day. A very heavy user (like Chris) can ejaculate several gallons every few hours.
-The cream only works if you eat enough to fuel its growth.


How the cream does not work:
-It does not enlarge internal spaces. Applying it to your vagina will not make it more cavernous, it will make your vagina puff up and be tighter than before.
-Taking it orally would not cause you to become taller. Actually it would probably be fatal (unless exposure is restricted to the tongue, in which case you'd probably end up with a super long tongue).
-Consistently. The rules of the cream bend to favor the needs of the narrative.


Here is a "quick" rundown of The Story So Far...
Terry Anderson had a small penis. Super tiny. Like 2 inches erect on a warm day after pumping.
During his last summer break before college, he discovered a mysterious chest while cleaning out the attic. His grandfather was a notorious snake-oil salesman and among his various patent cures was a secret formula for a real-life "enlargement cream."
Enlisting the help of his friend Bruce and Bruce's pot dealing brother Jeff, the trio recreate the cream. It works better than they hoped and soon both Terry and Bruce are sporting mammoth dongs. Terry sprouts an impressive nine inch cock while Bruce accidentally overdoes it a bit and ends up with a 14 inch rod as thick as his wrist.
Terry has sex with high school crush Alice Bertram and she makes him vow to sex her whenever she demands it.
Terry's twin sisters also get into the cream and discover it works equally well on breasts and buttocks.
Bruce and Terry head off to separate colleges. Terry is attending Bradford College, a fictional school based on the now defunct college of the same name in Haverhill Massachusetts. Bruce is attending UMASS and except for some letters and phone calls, this is where he leaves the story (so far).
Terry discovers he's rooming with Greg Dunbar, his bodybuilding lacrosse teammate from high school. He's also rooming with Chris Song-Kim, an introverted Korean American who has something of a persecution complex, not least because of the teasing he endures at the hands of his step-brother. Chris also had a small penis.
Terry and Greg attend a "First day of the semester" celebration with some girls they met. Terry, still insecure about the size of his cock, rubs on some more cream, expanding from 9" to around 12".
His dick is revealed during a drunk game of truth or dare, and Greg is shocked to discover Terry's new size (him being familiar with Terry's old penis size from the showers in high school). Greg reveals his cock is also 12", though he is a grower, not a shower, and his flaccid size is only around 5" or 6".
Terry hooks up with an anime nerd named Crissy and they have sex.
Chris gets into the cream while Terry and Greg are in class the next day. Not knowing how to use it properly, he continues to slather it on until he sees results. Unfortunately, the cream has a delayed reaction, and Chris ends up with a 22 inch cock and mammoth balls.

Then some other stuff happens. Chris gets addicted to sucking his own dick and also to enlarges himself until he can barely walk. He moves in with a trio of hot, horny girls named Jen, Tasha and Kimber.
Jen becomes Chris's size queen girlfriend, whose main pastime consists of feeding Chris so his balls can keep churning out gallons of cum. Tasha is an exhibitionist with a popular sex cam feed. Kimber is a lovelorn shortstack with a temper.

A bunch of cream arrives and it is squirreled away by Terry, fearful of the chaos it could wreak. Included in the shipment of cream is a small jar of "unstable cream concentrate" whose effects are unknown.

Jen, Tasha and Kimber all experiment with the cream, achieving various levels of bustiness.

Chris's gigantic penis ends up on the web and it attracts the attention of Alpha bitch Eva Benedict. Eva's the wealthy heiress daughter of Damien Benedict of Benedict Pharmodyne. BenPharm is responsible for a sizable endowment to Bradford college and as a result Eva wields tremendous power over the school administration and her fellow students. She also owns the only extant jar of an experimental penis enlargement pill that actually makes dicks smaller. She uses it to revenge herself of ex boyfriends and any other man that crosses her.
She decides she must posses the secret of Chris's huge cock at any cost, and throws her weight around with Darkwater Security Services -one of BenPharm's subsidiary companies- to rough up Greg in an effort to get him to give up the secret.

Greg is severely beaten despite his great strength and ends up in the hospital. He's still there as of this writing.

Eva Benedict's self proclaimed "arch nemesis" Kate Fereliss (pronounced "Fearless") takes Terry under her wing and decides he'd be safer living off campus with her friend Diane.
Kate is the beneficiary of a "supersoldier serum" of which the "enlargement cream" is only a fragment (the part responsible for a supersoldier's healing factor). She's super strong, nigh unkillable, half Vietnamese, five foot tall, and flat as a board.

Diane is an ultra turbo nymphomaniac pansexual who has not gone a day without having sex since she was 16 (as of her first appearance she is 22). Diane runs the Mu Lambda sorority house. The sorority comprises the horniest girls on campus and their wild sex parties are legendary.
She tricks Terry into using more cream because she wants to see how it works and Terry ends up with a 16 inch cock. She then uses the cream on herself to balloon her breasts and butt to gigantic proportions.

Crissy breaks up with Terry because his dick is too big for her. Diane is now the only known woman on campus capable of taking Terry's tool.

Chris meets a diminutive goth girl with an eating disorder named Persephone. She is fascinated by Chris's freedom to eat as much as he likes and becomes obsessed with feeding him. She steals the cream stockpile and uses some on herself in an effort to seduce Chris.

What with one thing and another, Chris's cock is now over three feet long erect and his balls are roughly the size of watermelons. He is still insecure about the size of his cock.

Terry makes rivals with a lacrosse teammate named Mahmout.
In a fit of pique, Terry decides to use Mahmout as an unwilling guinea pig for the Unstable Cream by getting Mahmout drunk and slathering him up.

The unstable cream works just like the regular cream only it's 10x more powerful and also temporary. Mahmout's genitals expand to tremendous proportions, quickly becoming larger than the rest of his body.

Terry, Diane and Kevin (another lacrosse teammate and Mahmout's roommate) decide to work together to help Mahmout shrink back to normal size by making him cum out all the extra mass.
After a long night of work, the four of them have finally succeeded...

So I was looking to get fucked by a guy who fucked me before. I found him on Grindr, but he was at the movies with his friend. So I instantly told him to ditch the friend and the movie, but he wouldn't do that. I help sending pics of my ass, but still no luck. So I told him I will fuck both of you, but he said his friend was straight. Last ditch effort I asked if he would want a blow job. I didn't get a response for a while, then out of no where they agreed but his friend would be alone and not do it with him there.

I meet his friend in the back seat of his SUV, and as soon as I unzipped his pants his cock was crazy hard. He started watching porn on his phone while I started to suck his dick. I took my time and teased the tip to get him comfortable before I took his entire cock in my mouth. As soon as I started to take him in me deep he dropped his phone and his hands went on my head and I could tell he was getting more comfortable. Then before I knew it he busts a huge load in my mouth and I could tell that things got weird with him so I just got out and went to my car.

With that out of the way now I meet up with my FB and as soon as I walked in he put me on my knees and told him to suck his cock for making him miss the movie. So i sat there with the door still open sucking his cock. After a while of that we went to his bed and and there was a jock, a swing, and a blind fold in his room. I put everything on and he put me in the swing and instantly started to eat my ass with the blind fold on. I felt what I thought was him slide in my ass but it was a vibrator and then he told me not to let it slip out and walked out of the room. I could feel the precum dripping from my cock while I waited for him. I had no clue what he was doing, but my hands were tied up and I just waited for what seemed forever. Then probably 30 min later, I heard him come in and as soon as he pulled it out of me he slide his dick back in.

I could not see a thing just felt him fucking me hard in the swing and it was the most amazing experience ever. While he was fucking me he kept calling me a little slut for sucking his friend and i have to take it hard for that. I felt him start to cum but he pulled out and put me on his bed and started to eat my ass and told me he is going to give me his load now. He slid it back in and instantly felt him cum inside me. He pulled out and started to edge my cock and asked if I wanted to cum and then right when I said yes he started to fuck me again.

We then switched to the edge of the bed where I ride him reverse as he continued to edge me, then right when i was about to cum he stopped and stood up and shot another load in me. then told me to get out of his apt. (that was part of him being a dom) so I left with a full load in me and as soon as I checked my phone, I see a text that says thank you from his friend. I ended up giving him my business card. I teased him in text a bit and then he sent me a cock pic and said hes hard again and defended him cumming so fast lol.

I told him that I am just that good that its fine. He asked if I wanted to suck him again right now, but I told him I didn't get off yet and I am going to go home to cum and said let me know when you want to fuck. 5 min later I get an address and he replied right now.

I told him I just got done fucking and he didn't care. Said hes gangbanged a girl and hes good with seconds. So I showed up to his apt with him naked stroking his cock and started to suck him again. He turned me around and started to fuck me hard. I don't think hes done much anal because he didn't try to lube me up but i was still wet from the lube and cum lol.The load was crazy messy and started to cover him a bit too. He asked me who was better and I told him well your friends a bit bigger which was a lie, so that got him to fuck me even harder.

Then I wanted to test him a bit, I told him that I was getting tired and I wanted to cum, so if he didnt want to get me off then I would go home. I sat there and teased his cock with my ass and I just hear fuck it what do you want, I told him to suck my dick and he says you better not tell any more. I laughed and replied your already fucking me I dont think sucking me is going to make you less gay.

He kept fucking me and he told me he was about to cum, so i pulled him out and said now finish me off then you can cum after.

I will be honest he wasn't the best but he tried lol. I cum really fast though and within a minute I shot the biggest load in his mouth. I could tell he was trying to be nice, but he ran off and I just heard him gargling water lol. I layed back and told him I want him to look me in the eyes when he busts. He started to fuck me hard on my back and I got hard again and started to jerk off. I told him I was about to cum again and for him to cum at the same time. Right when he was about to bust he started to jerk me off and make me cum all over my check and he shot his load deep inside me.

I ask him if any more of his straight friends want to fuck tonight as a joke.

This was on Saturday and I have yet to hear from him back. Hoping to maybe have a fun DL straight FB now.

40 year old, married guy here. Been more than curious for so many years that I can’t even remember. I’ve had some opportunities over the years, but other than sucking cock and a little other similar play in the past, the only anal action I’ve had has been a finger or my small toy.

Finally decided to give a full on go and had been setting this up with a gay, out of state coworker for the past few months. It took me well over a year to even tell him about my homosexual desires, but he was fully open to being a good friend and listening. Kinda helps that he’s a fucking stud - 6’4, hairy body, fit, athletic, and sexy as hell. Can’t even tell you how big he is but he definitely dwarfs my very average cock. I’d guess right around 7-7.5” and pretty damn thick.

We have both been out of town traveling to meet clients in the past, well before I told him about my alternate thoughts (kicking myself that I never said anything sooner). A few months ago, right after I told him, I got to put the tip of his cock in my mouth for about 30 seconds just before he dropped me off at the airport. Just last week, riding to the airport together, I got to feel him up pretty good, but it stopped there.
Fast forward to today. He’s in town where I live and I’m finally able to get away to go and meet him. Hearts racing, beating out of my chest as I knock on his hotel room door. He answers in a tank top and athletic shorts. His chest hair glistening in the light and inviting me to reach out and touch. He immediately invites me in and offers me a beer, which I gladly accept. Goes and lays down on the bed right away. We shot the shit for the next 5 mins before he just pulls his shorts down and tells me to get to work on his cock (I previously told him that he kind of intimidated me and made me feel submissive just being around him). He went all in and once I stopped gagging on his cock, he blew me for about 5 mins (beat head I’ve ever had, btw).
When I can’t take anymore I pretty much beg him to fuck me. Condom on. Totally lubed up. He tells me to get on all 4s on the bed and I immediately submit to that request. He took total control from there. Fingered me for all of 30 seconds and then just dives right in my hole. Had me moaning from the jump. I beg him to go a little easy on me. He obliged and first to let me get used to the feeling but before too long, he’s back at it again. And hard. I couldn’t help but beg for him to fuck me, eventually begging him to fuck me harder. He flips me over on my back, yanks me to the end of the bed and goes right back at it. Again, until I couldn’t stand it anymore, but he wouldn’t let up. I can’t even describe the feeling. Lol. Me begging for more lube, but that warm feeling in my hole felt ducking amazing. He finally lets up and makes me stand up, then turns me around, pushes me hard facedown on the bed. Doesn’t even take a second before he’s back in my hole and pounding me out. Felt amazing and hurt like hell all at the same time - that’s about the best way I can describe it. He leans all the way in on me and Allie’s his full body weight on my back. Wraps his arm around my throat and just goes to town fucking me hard. My eyes rolling back into my head. The sensations. The feelings. Just amazing. He starts talking dirty to me in my ear telling me I’m a good boy for taking it like a pro. Feeling his heavy breathing in my ear, listening to him tell me I’m his bitch sent me over the edge, and him as well. He tried to hold off, but couldn’t. I feel him bottom all the way out in my hole and just hold it there and I can tell he’s cumming in the condom, while buried deep in my hole. I was in total ecstasy and loved every second of it. Been crushing on this dude for over a year and finally, I got to feel what it felt like to truly get owned. And I can’t wait to do it again.
He’s in town for a couple more days so I’m going to try to make it happen again. Fuck!! Blew my mind with how good it felt. I’ll update if anything more happens. Cheers!

Anyone interested? Must be 18+.

"Sorry Beth, I can't go - I've just got to get some more laps in tonight!" Jessica was insistant. As the only sophomore on the varsity team, and the big relays coming up the next weekend, she knew that she'd have some work to do to not get embarassed.

"Oh come on, how often do sophomores get invited to senior parties? I betcha Ryan will be there..." Beth's voice trailed off, as they both fell into a daydream about Ryan Hunter. He was the senior captain of the baseball team, and his relationship with Karen Baker was on the rocks. Karen was the captain of the swimming team, and headed to college on full scholarship. She looked like a swimmer too - tall and lean. It's easy to see why any guy, especially a hunk like Ryan, would want her.

"But he'd never have anything to do with us. He's too hot, and I'm...not." Jessica was being slightly modest. She was a little curvier than her swim team counterparts. She wasn't rail-thin, having a round, firm butt. She wasn't by any means fat though - she just looked like puberty was still molding her into a voluptous woman. Her breasts were still in progress, at a B-cup (or C-cup, depending on the maker). She would be a knock-out her senior year, that's for sure.

"Fine, suit yourself. I'm going." Beth sighed as she turned away from her best friend. Jessica took a deep breath and went to her final class of the week. After school, she swung by her house to grab her iPod speakers (since she'd be the only person in the pool tonight) and some food. At about 7, she returned to the school's pool, with it dark and deserted as expected. Jess stripped out of her overclothes (she was wearing her suit under them), and dove into the pool.

After about 20 minutes of swimming laps, Jess felt exhausted and pulled up for a break in the shallow end. As she lifted her goggles, she noticed a little boy running around on the pool deck, unattended. She'd never seen this little boy before, and honestly Jess had no idea how he got in the pool in the first place - she always locks the door behind her, because she's not even supposed to be there...Coach Anderson just "lent" her a key unofficially.

"Uh, little boy, don't run. It's slippery around the deck. Where is your mom anyway?" Jess called out, still out of breath. The boy ignored her, running around like an airplane. "Please don't ru--" Jess said again, but the little boy slipped and fell into the pool. When he didn't immediately come back up, Jess knew what to do. She hopped out of the shallow end, ran down to the deck and dove in, pulling the unconsious lad out of the depths of the water. Dragging him out onto the deck, she started CPR, like she had learned in lifeguarding. No respose. She turned to grab her cell phone from her bag, but when she turned back, the little boy was gone. No wet footsteps anywhere to be seen, except hers. All that was left was a note, "Your courage shall be rewarded. Imagine your benefit, and it shall be."

Confused, Jess tried to make sense of everything that had just happened. As it flashed through her mind, she could feel herself get faint, and she collapsed on the pool deck.

I’m writing an erotic short-ish story and would love some feedback on chapter one. TW: features pg-13 violence (non-sexual), and descriptions of violent imagery including blood. I’m new to writing and would appreciate constructive feedback. I’m worried that some of the passages are too long.

Thanks <3


LAST NIGHT AT LA CIE’S
Friday nights always meant drinks at La Cie’s with the gang. The gang being Pete, his boyfriend Matt, and Pete’s childhood friend, Barry. Sometimes they had a special guest star in the form of whatever dick Barry was fucking at present, but tonight Pete’s grand plan of setting up Barry with their mutual friend’s coworker, Mario, was finally coming to fruition. Pete had been laying the groundwork for weeks, lavishing Mario with tales of Barry’s extravagant lifestyle (“he owns a condo in Hoboken!”) and his comings and goings (he just came back from a safari in Africa!”) all mostly true, though he might’ve left out a thoroughly and entirely accurate description of Barry. Worst case they get drunk and hookup, Pete thought, at least Barry would be able to add doctor to the list of job descriptions he’s been fucked by.



Matt and Pete were the first to arrive, securing their usual tables at the back right of the bar. Pete sidled up to the bar and got their usual order, a gin gimlet for Matt, and a cosmopolitan for himself. When he got to the table, Pete took his coat off and slung it over the back of the wooden chair nearest him while Matt pushed the two tables together with his upper thighs, making several sharp, grating sounds while doing so.



“You can’t just pick them up, right” Pete said, “you have to scrape them along the floor?”



Matt shrugged and began exaggeratingly pounding the tables with his thighs as if he was fucking the table like an overeager porn star. Pete’s aggravation evaporated, and his scowl was replaced with a smile.



“I’m sorry” Pete said, “it’s just been shitty at work and my nerves are fried.”



“It’s okay,” Matt said, sitting down across from him on the opposite side of the table, “work sucks and then you die, at least table fucking is forever.”



Pete smiled even wider, “if no one else was here I’d throw you on that table and ride you so hard the table legs would be driven into the floor.”



Matt sipped at his gimlet and grinned devilishly, “I dare you.”



Pete bit his lip, but before things could escalate and he was double dog dared into publicly fornicating his boyfriend in front of the other La Cie’s patrons, their friend Barry made his way to their table and tossed a leather briefcase on the table between them. Pete immediately scooped it up and admired it.



“Ooh, Barry with the Brunello attaché!” Pete exclaimed, “how much did this cost, Barry?” he asked, only slightly mocking him.



“$2,550 on Poshmark,” Barry said, sitting down, “but the clasp’s all scratched up. I think I’m gonna return it.”



“Poor Barry,” Matt piped up, “too good for the cheap shit, too cheap for full price.”



“I’m sorry I’m a Goldilocks, Matt,” Barry said, he elongated the “att” in Matt to a comically exaggerated degree. “But everything has to be just right, and sadly Mr. Cucinelli isn’t.” He took the bag back from Pete and gingerly placed it on the ground next to him. Pete smiled slightly because he knew that bag would never be returned and would probably end up being accidentally donated to a Goodwill or Salvation Army and that Barry would tell the story of how he donated a nearly $3,000 Brunello Cucinelli bag to a homophobic organization on accident for the rest of his life. If he listened carefully, Pete could almost hear Barry’s “myyyy “Coooochinelli” bag? In a Goodwill?!” and giggled to himself.



A waitress appeared with a white wine spritzer and placed it in front of Barry. “Where’s Mario?” Barry asked to no one in particular. Pete picked up his phone and said, “I just texted him, but he hasn’t replied.” Barry looked dejected.



“Don’t worry, Barry,” Matt said, “I’m sure he’s just finishing up at the hospital. He’ll be here soon.” and offered a not entirely authentic smile.



He better be, Pete thought, Mario and Barry felt like a long shot, but on paper they were nearly perfect.



Barry wasn’t unattractive, he was just a little frumpy and had fully accepted that he was never going to be a twink, so he refused to deny himself any of life’s pleasures. He also lived in New Jersey and did the commute five days a week, which would be a cardinal sin for city dating, but he was here enough hours that dating a NYC native wasn’t completely out of the picture.



Pete decided early on that one day Barry was the type of guy who would melt his boyfriend’s homophobic parent’s hearts and make them reconsider their biases, but until then he contented himself with fucking around with the usual bar gays and spending far too much money on secondhand designer bags.



Not that Barry hurting for money, he was an established civil engineer working city contracts and made enough money to casually drop two grand on accessories and trips to Africa on a whim. Pete often wondered just how much money he made and had even wondered about the two of them romantically, but as the old saying goes, two bottoms don’t make a top.



Mario, on the other hand, was all but an Adonis. Tall and handsome, Mario had an easy smile for everyone along with the cocksure confidence that made every gay guy rock hard. If you spent any time pursuing his Instagram, as Pete often did, you’d be mesmerized by his six-pack abs and all-around hot boy vibe. Mario was hot shit, Pete mused, and he knew it. It was all together intoxicating and infuriating, but underneath the cocky bravado, it seemed there was somehow a gentleness too, a legitimate caring heart which was why he spent so much time volunteering at the city’s only charity hospital. Mario was the total package, and Pete had spent an inordinate amount of time wondering why Mario wasn’t ringed up already.



The bar had filled in a bit with the usual Friday night regulars and the volume had risen accordingly. Matt got up to get himself another gimlet and pointed at Pete’s half drunken cosmo. Pete nodded yes and Matt slipped past him, close enough that his crotch rubbed against Pete’s shoulder. Pete blushed at the PDA and Barry noticed his reaction.



“So you and Matt are still going good?” Barry asked. Pete smiled despite himself and said, “yeah, we’re good. It’s almost eleven months.” Eleven months was a benchmark in Pete’s dating history—most of his relationships had petered out after only a few months, but Matt was different. Not to say that things were perfect, Pete sometimes thought that they brought out the worst in each other, but the sex was amazing and their recent decision to move in together hadn’t broken the relationship apart or really changed their dynamic at all.



“Eleven months is big time, girl” Barry continued, “you know a year in and you’re in proposal territory,” he laughed.



Pete laughed too, but he wasn’t sure why. In his mind, Pete thought Matt was good enough to stay with, though if someone like Mario decided to show any interest in him, he wasn’t sure what he would do. While he was confident that he wasn’t biding his time waiting for something better, he wasn’t entirely convinced that Matt was the endgame.



“You letting him hit raw yet?” Barry blurted out, leaning in close over the table conspiratorially, desperate for details.



“Barry!” Pete exclaimed, clutching at a nonexistent pearl necklace, “a lady never hits raw and tells!” They both laughed.



Pete still insisted on using condoms and Matt was good enough to not complain, but he could tell that Matt was beginning to get frustrated at the prospect of always wrapping up. Pete wasn’t entirely sure why he wanted to use them, they were both on Prep and eleven months was a lifetime in gay dating years, but still Pete wanted them, and so that was that.



“Well, you know, a guy like Matt could be dumping loads all across the city,” Barry continued, “maybe it’s time you put your little brown ring on his favorite appendage.”

Pete winced and Barry exclaimed, “I’m just saying!” Pete rolled his eyes, but in the back of his mind, he knew Barry was probably right. Fucking raw was almost as expected as a blowjob on the first date, and he wondered if Matt’s unspoken frustrations would lead him to want to hookup with other men who didn’t share such reservations.



Matt returned from the bar, “they ran out of cranberry juice,” he said, placing a pale green colored drink in front of Pete, “so I got you a Kamikaze.”



“What a man,” Barry exclaimed and raised his glass in a mock toast. Pete picked up the glass and sipped it, “what a man”, Pete echoed, smiling.



“Whoops—looks like plan-B is here” Barry said, and motioned his head towards the door. Pete turned around and saw Roland walking in. Roland was a tall, beautiful black man that had probably slept with every single man in the bar by that point, maybe with the exception of Matt. Barry shot his hand up and waved at Roland, a wide grin plastered on his face. Roland nonchalantly nodded his head at him in reply. “Baby’s getting his bottle after all, ladies,” Barry said getting up and grabbing his drink. “I’ll be back” he said in a singsong voice.



Matt took a sip of his gimlet and said, “I thought Barry wanted Mario?”



“Barry wants dick, Matt” Pete replied matter-of-factly, “doesn’t really matter who it’s attached to.” Matt shrugged and took another sip of his gimlet.



They sat in silence, and after a few minutes of scoping out the scene, Pete stood up and said, “I’m gonna go to the bathroom…,” he motioned with his head towards the left side of the room, absentmindedly biting his lip, “…see you in a few minutes.”

Part 2 posted below

So this happened to me back when I first got into the Army back in 2000. I was a socially awkward band geek straight out of highschool that led a pretty sheltered life. So getting shoved into a barracks building with it full of a bunch masculine macho dudes was not something I had ever experienced before. So let me tell you about the first weekend in my new duty station.

It was at Fort Sill, OK and by some stroke of luck, I was able to get a room without a roommate. The room I had was basically a broom closet, but at least it was just me. I was also the last door down the hall. I didn’t have much in my room. Basically, a bed, a wall locker, a TV w/ an N64, a computer, and a chair. It wasn’t much but I didn’t really didn’t need much back then.

So its the first weekend there and I can hear that the guys are partying it up down the hall. I kinda wanted to go hang out with them, but I honestly was too scared to. I didn’t have much of a backbone to me. And by now, its pretty late and I can’t sleep. I think its like 130 or something and I’m up playing on my N64 when suddenly my door bursts open.

A dude from my unit come stumbling in, yelling that he wanted to do shots with the new guy as he was waving around his bottle of 151. Mind you, he is only wearing a shirt and he had a really big dick. I’m talking like 5-6” soft with some girth to it, just flopping around. I was completely taken back and I had no clue what to do, so I just kinda froze. I did my best not to look at his fat cock but fucking hell man… what else could I look at!? Haha…

I really can’t understand what he is saying. His words are all slurring together and thankfully a couple minutes after he burst through my door, a couple of the other guys down the hall hurry in to corral him back to his bed. The apologize for him and pretty much tell me that Harrington gets like this when hes had too much to drink. They were pretty cool about it but I still couldn’t get his dick out of my mind. So after they all left, I ended up jerking off thinking about it and going to bed.

So let's fast forward a couple more months and its December. Most of the unit is away on block leave. I just got into the Army, so I didn’t have enough leave time saved up, so I just stayed in the barracks. I was kind of happy for the peace and quiet actually. All I did was pull a lot of CQ or staff duty.

But… Harrington stayed back too. He made up some bullshit story about not wanting to go back home, but I think he was just flat broke and couldn’t afford it. He was always bumming people for money and cigarettes. I didn’t really like him that much to be honest. He acted like a lot of the jock assholes I knew in high school back home. So I did my best to keep him at a distance.

So one day I was on CQ, he saw me playing Mario Kart and of course started talking shit about how amazing he was at it. He bragged about how he would destroy me and all this shit. So after I got off CQ the morning after and took a nap, him and I hung out in my room playing Mario Kart 64. I’ll admit, he was pretty good but I was better and beat him more times than I lost. This frustrated him and so out came the alcohol. Haha… We started doing shots and I learned very quickly that 151 can fuck you up quick.

I was not much of a party guy before this, so I was a light weight for sure. And we play for hours and its getting late. Im ready for bed but he won’t fucking leave my room. Like he just keeps talking to me and having conversations and shit. So being the naive kid I didn’t throw him out. I just put up with his bullshit.

He eventually starts talking about girls, dating and stuff like that. He asks me about the girls ive dated and if I fucked anyone, etc. I lied about some stuff but it was only minor embellishments. I told him I have a girl back home. He asks me about her and he fucking starts getting hard man. Like I can see it in his sweatpants getting bigger. I figured he would finally go back to his room to take care of that, but nope… He just keeps on asking me about my gf while hes got a boner. Lol

I tell him again that I think I should be getting to bed and I actually go to lay down on my bed; hoping that he will get the message to leave. And after like a kinda long awkward silence, he says that he really could use a BJ right now. He gets up and I’m like, finally!!!! Hes leaving. But he walks over to my bed and stands there, looking down at me. I can’t help but look at his bulge and then back up to him. I was fucking terrified to be honest.

I was deep in the closet back and homosexuality got you kicked out of the Army back then. So, I don’t know what is going on but I didn’t want it to stop either. And he asks me if I’ve ever seen a big dick before. And I start to answer and he pulls his dick out. Just like that… And I’m like, DUDE!? WTF!? It doesn’t phase him at all and he goes…

“I saw how you looked at my dick. You’re gonna suck it.”

And thats what he made me do. And “making me do it” probably isn’t the best way to put it, because its not like I put up much resistance. He shoved his big fat cock into my mouth and pretty much skull fucked me until he came. He did warn me about getting ready to cum, but I think I should have kept it in my mouth. Because of having him shooting in my mouth, I pulled my off of it and he started to jack off. Seconds later, He blew his load all over me and holy shit was it a load. It went everywhere… lol

He didn’t say another word after that. He wiped his dick off on some of my clothes in my laundry basket before he just left. I cleaned up too, locked the door, and then jacked off. I couldn’t believe what just happened.

This is more of a question post with a small story attached.

So I hooked up with this guy on Grindr and we had this small talk after having sex. We started talking about our lives, and we asked to each other whether we suffered from homophobic attacks or bullying. I told him I've never suffered from that, and he noded saying that I'm very straight passing. He said he neither suffered from any of it, thankfully, though he knows a gay friend of his who is very effeminate and he suffered from very strong homophobia. After he told me that, I started rating and venting about homophobic people and how stupid they are. He added that there was a group of 3 men in their 30s, who constantly harassed him by calling him f*g and all of the most horrible things You can imagine, and though they acted like that with him, one later on asked him if he could do a threesome with him and one more of the group of those men who bullied him. I wonder If anything similar have happened to You or if You have anecdotes or stories like that

First of all sorry for my poor English it's not my native language
The story contains spitting feet worship and other kinky things

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My name is Zack I'm 19 I live only with my mom my dad died when I was 2 years old I always find the male body interesting maybe because I didn't have the experience seeing it all the time that feeling developed to a total submission I've became a person who glorify anything related to this godly sexe even the dirtiest things like their sweat spit and piss
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Last year 2 mounths I went to the neighborhood store to pick somethings for dinner as usual, but I didn't find the owner that annoying old man I find a god sitting in a chair I will never forget the was my body shacked when I saw him he's a guy in his middle twenties blond/dark brown hair a soft ivory skin blue eyes , the finest jaw I've ever seen, his body was perfect , you could see the back muscles and the huge pecs over his grey tight shirt

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when I saw him a stunned for 5 seconds or something until he looked at me I said hello he replied in a cold way : " hello '' but not in an arrogant way just a tired one or someone who just doesn't give a shit about you but I found that more attractive

I picked what I picked from the store then I returned to him to pay , I usually can control myself and let my eyes staring at something else but this time I couldn't , I kept watching him and I got really hard thinking is he even real ? How can someone be this sexy ? I couldn't move my eyes from his his strong big hands I was telling myself I've never seen hands like that in my life look at his body people like me need to worship this power I tried to see his feet but I couldn't because of the counter I've always liked Male feet they're dirty and big everytime I see a barefoot man I take as a reminder how superior they're

he didn't even look at me I remember he was chewing gum after he finisheded putting my stuff in the bag , he gave it to me and still didn't give a damn I thought it's kinda rude but that made the whole situation hotter I tried to touch his hands when he gave me the bag but I couldn't it was so smooth


I went home , it was already afternoon I couldn't stop thinking about him all the day I was tired as hell but I couldn't sleep at night I jerked off 4 times and still feeling so horny I have never experienced something like that I realized what people were meaning by " alpha " it's another feeling only people like me can experience it , I tried to find him on social media but I didn't even know his name I was so angry horny and exited at the same time, in that moment the whole guy thing was just a fantasy because the gay looks straight


I didn't know how I slept really I woke up and the first thing I did is dressing up and go to the store and I find the old man again I was Furious I asked him about the young man and he told me that he's getting older and he needs someone to help him that's why he asked his cousin's grandson who for that because he trusts him and he has the physical ability for the work , I was waiting for the name but he didn't say it and it's gonna be weird If I ask him , " but he's doing all the work alone i wish he won't quite before I find another" the man continued , without any hesitation I told him : " I can help I'm free during this mouth" the man was so happy but I was happier at least I can spend some time seeing that god " he told me that tomorrow won't be there but I'm gonna tell jack about it " the old man said


Fuck yeah finally he said the word his name is Jack but who cares anyways I'm gonna see him tomorrow anyways , but even that didn't stop me of searching for him on Instagram Facebook Twitter nothing

The day has come I woke up early without an alarm I took a shower I was already shaved I eat breakfast and went there he was closed , I rang the bell he showed up wearing a arm cut t shirt and a short
" Hey what's up " he said in a friendly but still cold way I told that I am the one and he let me in , the first thing I said was such a hot day he agreed while he was taking me to the section where we need to check the consumption date of the products he was quite than his phone rang apparently it's his friend he's started taking to him , I was working and trying to know anything about him I was drugged by his body and it was easy this time because he was busy I knew from that conversation that he knew someone that I knew so maybe I can find his social media through this person
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We started working at 10 at least I am and it's 13 he finished talking to his friend , we talked to eachother a little bit but there was nothing special, I was bored and I regretted coming there


•"It's lunch time finally " jack
Ugh finally - me
•" I'm gonna grab some food what do you eat " jack
•Why though my apartment is near let's eat lunch at my home I insist
•" Well you're too generous mister ? I don't think you told me your name "
•Adam
• okay Adam let's go

•Excuse me for the mess I said
•No it's okay my apartment is much worse I've never been an organized person - him
•well I can help if you want I like cleaning rooms it's a hobby for me
• you're being so kind bro
• do you have Instagram or what's app so I can call you I don't think I'm gonna continue in this job I just took it because I felt sorry for that old bro

I was so happy that he asked because I was the only one who asks and this made the things less weird

I gave him my Instagram and my phone number it turned out that he's not using his real name on social media that's why I couldn't find him , after that we eat we talked about a lot of things I tried so hard to stay far away from sexual topics cause it's gonna be so creepy for him and I wanted to see him another time I was amazed how powerful alpha and superior he was when he was eating I could get my eyes away from his veiny strong godly hand holding the spoon and his deep voice was cutting me into pieces he didn't anything but you can feel the '' Im Better than you look at you than look at me oh no just look at my feet "
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The day finished normally the day after that was the old man day I struggled with him but I was thrilled because tomorrow is the weekend and I told jack that I'm gonna come to clean his apartment, and the day has come again he sent me his address on what's app and boy his apartment was a mess when he first opened the door he excused for the smell because he just woke up , yes the smell was strong but I like it it was smelling men , something I didn't grow up smelling it ... he was wearing just a short I was amazed by his body his back muscles were huge when he was walking I felt like he's carrying a whole wall , but at this point I was sure he noticed my looks it was so obvious and apparently he knew my nature and he was playing with me the whole time and I was there for it cause I liked it too , he told me that hes gonna take a shower I told not to do just wash your face you're gonna get sweaty anyways after cleaning he turned around, looked me in the eyes and put his godly hand on my shoulder and told me in as dead eyes boy I won't touch anything it's your job to please me I was shocked but so excited he finished this moment by laughing and I laughed too
• alright then I'll wash your face and then drink my tea you start with the hallway and I did and to put some spices on the situation I told him in a sarcastic way of course master we laughed and I left

At first it was a normal cleaning I finished the hallway the other room and the living room trash was everywhere but my favourite trash was in the last room .... his bedroom he was in the living room by that time his socks everywhere some of them are clean but some of them are so stinky I made sure he's not watching I took a pairs and putted them in my pocket and continued cleaning
It was 15 when I finished I was exhausted but the idea that I'm serving another hot man while he's drinking his Beer and watching TV was so erotic to me my dick was half hard most of that time except when I grap his underwears or socks and feel them in my hands


• good job bro , I'm lucky to know you
•no I'm lucky to know you jack
He started at me in a weird sexual way and he said you can join me if you want sit
I immediately set on the floor beside his legs : '' I like sitting on the floor " it's more comfortable
He smiled an evil smile and said wel . The next moments were pretty akward

I have a last wish Adam
Jack orderes don't wishes I responded, he smiled and ordere in a pretty serious Tone I want you to rubb my feet they're hurting,
Sure thing I said and I went on my knees and started rubbing his feet the smell was so strong his black socks were so dirty I kept rubbing them without even giving a fuck what's happening just focusing on his feet watching from his socks the shape of his big sweaty foot
" You like them eh " he said
You can't imagine how much I'm amazed jack - me , he pulled up his foot and said no no no it's not jack its god , his words set me on fire I immediately responded of course god
Now take off the socks slowly fag the word was humiliating but made me feel so lucky I took off his sock he ordered me to put them in my mouth and sit on four while he using me as a human table and put his godly gorgeous feet on my neck and fag back and so we did
This is your destiny faggot you're gonna worship your god that's what you made for
After 10 minutes he ordered me to throw his socks I was gagging and he was laughing I don't know what happened that moment i start barking and liking his feet and a crazy fast way and he was laughing
Now you're a fag - him
I'm your faggot sir I'm your slave god have mercy on me
• damn I've never seen someone that horny before that's why I'm gonna reward you he went to the kitchen he brought a plate Nutella banana and yogurt and strawberries I was confused he put his godly feet in the place and I got so hard and my tongue is out just as he ordered me and my saliva was running like a fucking river he put all those things at the plate and in his foot and told eat your launch babyboy you have to finish all of your plate or your daddy is gonna be angry at you and so I did I eat all the yaghort fruits and Nutella on his feet they were sparkling by this time

Now I need to go out slave as I reward I'll give you my underwear he came at my face while I was chanting to him as he ordered because he ordered me not to follow anyone except him if he wants heavy and put his godly foot on my face he filled that underwear with spit and then he cleaned my face with it and gave it to me and thanked him a lot but I insist if I can spend the day with him all what he needs to do is buying a cage for me but by that time I'll sleep naked on the floor my food for that night was a burger chiken nuggets and a salad but he put his feet on them first as a blessing and for water he just gave me his piss when I wake up I need to see that cub empty drink it shower with it I don't give a fuck a took some sips but most of it was a skin mask for me it was the greatest night and t
he beginning of other greatest nights

Love you my god jack

Cock fight fantasy match: Spiderman VS Captain America. Reply or pm me with who you think wins and with your dream scenario!

At Avenger's Campus the twink Peter Parker was always teasing the guys and loved pushing their buttons. He loved seeing the muscle guys get flustered and frustrated. Steve was his recent fixation and he kept making sexual comments towards him and even saying he was going to fuck him in his ass. Steve was angry the twink would even think about dominating a strong muscle super human like him. However, Spiderman is stronger even though he has a much smaller frame. Peter challenges Steve to a first to cum loses fight one day. They go all out and try to force the other to cum. The first to submit and orgasm loses. Who will be the alpha and who will be their sub forever?

Sharing what I write for a boy who is a very active and happy cocksucker - channeling his experiences…

Wake up and of course my cock is hard, stretch and clench on the small black buttplug I keep in my hole overnight. Piss in the bottle I will be giving a loyal sub later in the day. Check messages and see there is a local business dude dropping by to be drained in 20 mins, he likes me funky so no need to shower. I’m on my knees when he walks in the door, he nuts in 5 minutes and gone. Leave some of his spunk on my singlet as I head to the car and the gym, still smelling funky and ripe. Working out and have two regulars come over to smell and lick my pits, their favorite - they leave a nice tip in my shorts pocket, I’ll see them in the change room in a while. Gym attendant who is my boy pimp tells me I have 2 guys waiting for a BJ when I’m ready - do my workout and enjoying the freedom of freeball today, which is noticed. Do the blowjobs and take a load in my hole while I am doing one, love being spit roasted. Shower and feel that load in my pussy, a bit of it dribbling down my leg. After gym head to a new pickup, straight guy who wants to try my hole - strip naked outside his front door as a surprise for him. He answers with a mate, both use me hard with noisy str8 porn in the TV - I am just a hole for them….

I thought it would be fun to write two versions of this, one straight and one gay. Both are short, fun and hopefully hot.
I hope you enjoy it.


© 2023 RMcCIV & Rob McCall4 – All Rights Reserved


Straight

She was the best-looking, hottest woman I had ever seen and was standing in the ballroom about 20’ from me.

Shimmering red hair, about 5'-10", sparkling green eyes, perfect features setting off a wide mouth with a million-dollar smile made for blowjobs, and a perfect figure. Large breasts high upon her chest, a thin waist, enough ass to let you know that she was all woman, and long legs that could set a house on fire.

As the CEO of a major corporation, I wasn't a stranger to fine-looking women. Many threw themselves at me, and I had many business dinners with one of TV's hottest sexpots, who was our spokesperson, but this girl was different. She sparkled like a diamond, riveting in her beauty.

George Clooney once said, “Fame was as close as a man could come to being a beautiful woman walking into a room," and she was the proof.

I started towards her, but she beat me to the punch holding out her hand.

"Hi, Mr. Stevens, It's lovely to see you again."

“I’m sorry, Miss, errr, you have me at a disadvantage.”

“Sorry, sir. Constance Richardson. My husband works for you.”

I pretended I remembered. "Please call me Charles." We chatted. My excuse to see if I could get into her pants. I'm not an ogre. 50 years old, 6' tall, a fit 190, wavy brown hair, and a 7" cock. We talked until she whispered into my ear, I nodded yes, and she led me upstairs to a room in the hotel.

I stepped inside to see her standing in a red lace bra, matching panties, garter, and stockings, licking her lips and beckoning me towards her.

The bra was low-cut, showing perfect breasts with pert pink nipples and freckles dancing across, her belly was tight, and her legs could have danced with Fred Astaire.

Clothes were off in a moment, and suddenly, I was on the bed, and my cock was down her throat. She knew what she was doing. She grabbed my butt, forcing me to fuck her throat with a finger up my ass on my prostate, and in a few moments, I was shooting like a teenage boy in one of the hottest orgasms of my life.

We laid on the bed cuddling as Constance played with my cock and balls making me hard again. With kisses and caresses, she rolled on top of me, gave a show of her totally bare pussy targeting my cock, and slid down until she was grinding her clit hard into my crotch.

“Fuck me, Charles. Fuck me until my eyeballs bleed. Make me cum like no man has done before."

And she proceeded to give me the ride of my life. Pounding me every imaginable way, grinding into me as I hit her cervix, Constance coming two times until I shot my entire 2nd load deep inside her draining my balls. I could feel my hot cum and her juices drip down my cock, onto my balls, and onto the sheets.

She dove down to my cock and started to lick, suck, and clean everything. I had never experienced anything like that.

We laid on the bed recuperating as Constance's mouth played lightly with my cock that, surprisingly, got hard again.

She once again climbed on top of me, grabbed the mixed juices out of her sex, wiped it on her ass, and drove my hard cock deep into her ass in one motion.

Fuck my ass, Charles. Fuck it deep and make me cum. She rolled over, and I did, driving into her extraordinarily tight ass as hard and fast as I could. Constance grabbed my ass again to pound me into her as she moaned to high heaven, rocking towards me with every thrust.

Her ass was hot and tight as she took me balls deep. The head of my cock was exploding against the soft, rubbery tissue of her bowels, and I shot rope after rope deep inside her as her entire body quivered in a tremendous orgasm. My third, her fourth.

I collapsed on top of her with my hard cock still buried deep in her ass, her voluptuous breasts pressed against my chest, panting into each other’s ears.

“You’re the greatest lay I’ve ever had in my life,” I panted.

“As I said, I'm yours whenever you want it, Mr. Stevens."

“And as I promised, I looked forward to greeting your husband as our newest SVP at our next Board meeting.”


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Gay

He was the best-looking man I had ever seen and was standing in the ballroom about 20’ from me.

He sported a full head of stylishly trimmed, wavy brown hair with a trendy three-day growth, in his mid-30s, about 6’-2”, Hollywood handsome in an accessible TV-Star sort of way, steely blue eyes, and sparkling white teeth with an easy laugh setting off a million-dollar smile. His fashion tee clung to his sculpted body, muscular, long legs, and a sizzling hot athletic butt that set a house on fire.

“Bet he gets laid a lot,” I thought.

As the CEO of a major corporation, I wasn't a stranger to good-looking people. Many threw themselves at me. I had business dinners with models, and sex symbols, who acted as our spokespeople, but this guy was different. His magnetism overtook the room.

He saw me and came over, holding out his hand.

"Hi, Mr. Stevens, It's great to see you again."

“I’m sorry, err…”

“Court, Court Richardson. My wife works for you.”

“Oh, you’re Stacy’s husband. Of course!” I pounded his shoulder. “You’re a lucky man. She’s one of our superstars. I have my eye on her. Please call me Charles.”

I’m straight, but I’m not dead. I’m also not an ogre. Fifty years old, dark black hair, 6’ tall, a fit 190 thanks to the Stairmaster daily, and a 7” cock. We talked until he whispered into my ear. I looked at him to be sure. He whispered again and led me upstairs to a room in the hotel.

I stepped inside to see him standing naked, bulging a pair of Andrew Christian “show-it” bikinis, rubbing his cock.

I looked him up and down: A model’s chest with just enough hair to look manly, a rippling six-pack, and a tribal-tattoo beginning on his right pec and curving down his side. His muscular thighs and long legs were the stuff dreams were made of.

“Stace said she thought you might be bi. I’m glad you said yes.”

“Show me if I made the right decision.”

He kicked aside the briefs revealing a magnificent cock. Shaved, cut with his frenulum still intact, about an inch smaller, but a wide, mushroom head, and heavy, cum-filled balls. I was right about his firm, dimpled ass, and I couldn’t wait to play with his winking asshole.

In a moment, my clothes were off, and I was on the bed with my cock down his throat. He knew what he was doing. He grabbed my butt, forcing me to head fuck him with a finger up my ass on my prostate, and in a few moments, I was shooting like a teenage boy in one of the hottest orgasms of my life.

We laid on the bed playing with each other's junk. Court's was rock hard, and surprisingly, so was I. He rolled on top of me, spit into his hand to lube up, and then gave a show of his ass, targeting my cock and sliding down until he was grinding his balls hard into my crotch.

“Oh fuck, you’re huge,” And started fucking me shoving his tongue into my mouth as my swollen cock thrust deep inside him, massaging his prostate going in and out.

Court was giving me the ride of my life. I pounded him every imaginable way, then grabbed his hips, grinding him into me as I hit rock bottom until he started to spurt hands-free, 5, 6 shots high up my chest, and I shot my entire 2nd load deep inside, draining my balls. I could feel my cum dripping out of his ass, down my balls, and onto the sheets.

He swooped to my chest, licking up his cum, laid upon me, and snowballed his entire load into my open mouth. We rolled it around, swapping back and forth until I swallowed it all.

We laid on the bed cuddling, getting hard again until Court reversed position, pointing his mushroom head at me as he sucked me in ass-to-mouth

This was a first for me. Not 69ing, but someone going ass-to-mouth, I grabbed his delicious tool and took it into my mouth.

Court was licking me clean as he deepthroated me. Wanting to enjoy his massive head, my mouth bobbed over it down to the ridge and back again as I began to whack him off with my hand, the other loving his gigantic balls.

He pulled off me and said, “Fuck my mouth, fuck it hard until you cum,” I did, driving into his tight throat as hard and fast as I could. I grabbed his ass to do the same, and we pounded each other. I heard him moaning as his balls started to tighten with every thrust.

The head of my cock was exploding against the soft, rubbery tissue of his throat, and I pulled back, wanting to nut in his mouth as he shot down my throat, quivering in a tremendous orgasm. I popped a surprisingly large load, my third, Court's second.

I grabbed his head to kiss Court, mingling our juices together, feeling his muscular chest on top of me as our cocks softened against each other.

“You’re the greatest lay I’ve ever had in my life,” I panted.

“As I said, I'm yours whenever you want it, Mr. Stevens."

“And as I promised, I looked forward to announcing your wife as our newest SVP at our next Board meeting

Just posted in my blog: The Barber...

Some years ago I had moved to a new town, and had settled upon a new Barber shop to get my hair done. A group of friendly, mostly Turkish guys, always did a good job of my regular haircuts.

It didn't usually matter which one of them it was: Sometimes I'd get the older guy, sometimes the shorter, friendly one, other times a younger, tall, dark, slim and handsome looking guy. I'd got there on a quiet afternoon to find he was the only barber there, and there were no other customers. "Hi!" he said, as he ushered me into the chair and covered me with a cape as I sat down.

I put my arms on the armrests of the chair as usual as he got to work, cutting my hair, working this way and that. Occasionally we'd make eye contact in the mirror, make the usual smalltalk.

It was then I noticed it. As he was cutting my hair, he'd press his crotch right against my hand, which was over the end of the armrest. At first, I thought it must have been accidental, and paid little attention to it. Then his "accidental" brushes of his crotch on my hand seemed longer... more deliberate...firmer as I could feel a soft warmth of whatever was inside his pants...tantalisingly out of view, but very much there, judging by the bulge he enjoyed pressing against my hand.

No words were said, but we would occasionally exchange glances in the mirror as he cut my hair... and found more opportunities to press his crotch into my hand. Was he....making a move on me? Had I got this wrong?... What should I do?" I noticed a slight grin on his face, and smiled a little back. Then I got the courage.... I started to move my hand... ever so slightly... the next time he landed his crotch against it. This time he stayed there and moved up and down. "okay" I thought. "He's definitely responding to that" as I felt the unmistakable outline and warmth of his cock.

At that point we were interrupted, as one of his colleagues returned. He quickly pulled away, hiding a noticeable bulge. I too had grown a big bulge in my shorts, but this was all hidden under the barber's cape.

I went back a few times after that to get my hair cut. He wouldn't try anything if anyone else was around, but if I got lucky and picked a quiet afternoon, he'd be there on his own and his little "crotch/hand game" would commence. I'd get extremely hard, feeling and trying to imagine what was in his pants... would he ever take it further? I would fantasise about going into the back with him, pulling off each others clothes and... seeing where that went.

The last time I saw him, we'd been enjoying our little horny ritual, and another customer entered the shop. He stopped, but under the cape, I was very erect and leaking a bit. (I think he knew, as he'd often pull the cape off me as soon as he'd brushed the hair away, to reveal the bulge in my shorts.) I had thought the game was over... but then he put a little oil on my hair and gave me an amazing head massage. Nothing so unusual as they often did this to work the oil in. But he carried on for much longer than usual, working his fingers through my hair, massaging my scalp. I was so horned up and hard, and this was just making me even hornier, like electric signals straight from my head to my cock.

"Wait!... no!.... could it be? No!... what!....how....?" I thought, as I felt the familiar feeling in my cock, which was by now fully hard and desperate to escape the tent in my white shorts, hidden under the cape. As he massaged my head, I realised there wasn't much I could do to stop what was inevitably about to happen, as I reached the point of no return and felt my cock pulsating as it unloaded a full load into my shorts. Fuck! I let out a little gasp which I tried to disguise as a cough. But judging by the way I'd squirmed in the chair and the look he gave me, I figured he knew what had just happened. He left me there a bit, covered with the cape, as he talked to the other customer and got him seated. "Be with you in just a minute..." he said, handing me the usual wad of tissues he usually gave me to get the hair out of my neck.

It was an incredibly horny time, but for some reason, I never saw him again after that. Perhaps he left town, got a new job? Don't know what happened to him. I still go to the same barbers shop though, and often get quite hard thinking about his little game.

I have a bit of a dilemma. I haven't been able to walk properly for the last 2 weeks.

Do you wanna know why? I'll tell you.

I graduated from college back in May, and was gifted a trip to New York City as my present. Being a young, fabulously femme, flamboyant gay, I love all things Broadway, so it's where I wanted to go. My parents got me 5 days and 4 nights in a super nice Times Square hotel, all to myself. Being a country boy who longs for the bright lights of the city, I was super excited to go. But little did I know that my trip to see the Great White Way would turn out quite differently than I had imagined - and even better.

After I checked into my hotel, I went up to my room. It was on the corner of the floor, the largest room on that floor, with an amazing view of the city - I could see the Empire State Building just blocks away from where I was. I hopped in the shower, got myself clean, put on my tights shirt and slacks, a dab of cologne, and headed to the theater.

As I was exiting my hotel room, I heard voices in the hall. As I stood waiting for the elevator, one of the other room doors open, and two men stepped out. But not just any men. These were MEN men. Both had to have been over 6 foot tall, and they were both clearly bodybuilders with huge arms. I had to take a second to catch my breath and not stare. But they were the most beautiful men I had ever seen in my life. I couldn't tell if they were friends, brothers, or what. We made eye contact, but didn't say anything. Out of the corner of my eye, one of them smiled, laughed a little, and slapped his friend on the shoulder.

"Hey boy," one of them said. I said, "Hello," politely. "Where ya heading?" he replied. I told him, "I'm going to see a Broadway show." He looked me up and down and said "Well...have fun, boy." And then the door shut.

I was now drenched in sweat from nerves. The elevator door rang, and I stepped on. As the doors shut, I leaned against the wall, closed my eyes and thought, "I just got spoken two from two sex gods." Welcome to New York, indeed.

Flash forward to several hours later. I had just come out of the show I went to see, and into the lightly muggy New York air. I was about 10 blocks from my hotel, and started to walk that way. For whatever reason, I decided to open Grindr and see who was out and about. You never know where fun might be lurking. Of course, in New York when you open Grindr, there is a gay always 2 feet away. I scrolled through, and my phone started blowing up. So many options. So many hot guys. I'm a total bottom bitch in bed, and I was indeed horny, but I'm also picky. You want this pussy? You gotta be HOT.

Suddenly, I got one of those annoying blank profiles that popped up and the person said, "2 looking for 3rd, big dicks, big muscles, can host in hotel." I didn't think much of it, and kept scrolling. The scrolling lasted all the way to my hotel. I went in, hopped on the elevator, and went up to my floor. It was quiet on the floor when I got there. I went to my room, let myself in, and decided to figure out what I wanted to do tomorrow.

I was a little sweaty from the walk, so I took off my shirt and pants and stripped down to my thong. I remember vividly that I was wearing this cute electric blue thong that I loved wearing - it made me feel so sexy. I toweled off, dried my hair, and threw myself onto my bed to search for all the fun touristy things to do.

Then, a Grindr message popped up. "Hey boy - open your door."

My heart started racing. Someone was literally on my floor, and knew where I was. This is the kind of thing that happens in horror movies right before the twink gets stabbed to death. I was terrified. And now I had no clothes on, which was even worse. Is this how it ends, I thought. I looked through the peephole.

It was the two bodybuilders from down the hall. I gasped. This wasn't real. They knocked on my door.

I unlocked it, and opened it slightly, hiding behind it, and peering around. "Hello," I said. They smiled their very sexy smiles. I could smell their cologne - they smelled so good. My natural pheromones were literally exploding. My tiny pussy hole twitched in my electric blue panties. "Hey, boy. You wanna have some fun with us tonight?" Playing coy (but not convincingly enough), I said, "Oh - well what kind of fun did you have in mind?"

They then smiled, and pushed the door open, shoving me back, and entered into my room. They shut the door and locked it. One of them said, "The kind of fun that involves our big cocks inside of your tight twat, little boy." I smiled and giggled nervously. "You have big cocks?," I said with a grin. They looked at each other and smiled. "Let's show him."

One of them picked me up, and threw me onto the bed. They took off their shirts - holy fuck the bodies they had. Both were completely smooth, with huge pecs - eraser sized nipples that were hard and fully erect. I imagine both of them were in their mid-30's, but just had killer physiques that could easily overpower me. I'm only 5'4, 125lbs, with a smooth lean build - and a pretty nice bubble butt. They unzipped their flies, and dropped their pants.

And that's when I saw their cocks for the first time. But these weren't just any cocks. These were fucking horse cocks. One of them was probably about 10" long, and the other even bigger, closer to 11" - and this was just a guess from first glance. I had never seen dick so big, and I was simultaneously terrified and delighted. My mouth salivated. I knew what was about to happen, and gave in to the power of sex.

I dropped to my knees in front of them, and grabbed both of their cocks in each hand, stroking them, and wondering how in the hell I was going to handle them both. But my gay twink brain knew that I had to. These are the rules of being a gay twink. You serve the dominant alpha tops in front of you to your fullest. And I was definitely up to the challenge. I started by taking one of them in my mouth. It was massive. Thankfully, I don't have much of a gag reflex, so I wasn't worried about choking. I looked up at them - they both had such pretty eyes. I sucked deep and hard. Then, I switched, and took the other one's dick in my mouth and slurped on him. Back and forth I went, kissing, licking, slurping, sucking. Saliva and spit was flying and dripping everywhere. They had their arms around each other's shoulders - two total muscle bros, watching in wonder as this super twink ate their giant, girthy cocks.

I'm a pro at sucking dick, and very good at making a lot of noise and making it sloppy. I continued to suck on them, back and forth, back and forth. I knew I was doing a good job, as they were both moaning quite a bit, and making lots of grunts, oohs and ahh's.

"Should we show him our trick?" one of them said. "Yeah, let's do it," the other one concurred. "What trick?" I said, pre-cum dripping down my lips from their cocks.

And with that, one of them picked me up, held me up in the air, and sat me directly onto his face. My tight little boy pussy landed squarely on his tongue, and he began to eat me out. I couldn't believe this was happening. I was being held up in the air like a rag doll, and getting my pussy eaten. And he ate me GOOD. His tongue was incredible - and the sounds of my wet pussy and his tongue mixing together? They filled the room. I caught of glimpse of his friend. He was stroking his horse cock, pre-cum leaking down onto the hotel room floor. And then, they switched it up. The guy holding me up pulled me off his face, and tossed me into the other guy's arms - he caught me with no problem at all, but instantly flipped me upside down so that my face landed right onto his cock. He began to tongue fuck my boy hole, as I wrapped my lips around his monster dick and slurped again. Between him eating my cunt and me sucking his dick, there was a lot of wet noise happening.

When he was done eating me out, they both helped me onto the bed. "Get your legs behind your head, bitch," one of them said. Being an obedient submissive, I did as I was told. And then it happened - they both leaned down, and began to lick out my twat at the same time. Both of their tongues went all the way inside my slippery smooth, hairless boy pussy. I could feel my own natural juices splashing out. And they were sloppy eaters, chewing, licking, kissing, and just devouring me. I was in the 7th ring of heaven - I never wanted it to stop.

They finished with my pussy, and I instantly got on all fours and arched my back as deeply as I could. I wanted it. I had to have it. I knew it was time. The taller of the two lined up behind me first, and placed his donkey cock on my wet, dripping hole, and began to slowly work it in. Taking this thick monster into me was gonna take some breathing, but I was ready. Once it was in, I couldn't believe how deep I felt it - it was all the way in my stomach. And then he began to stroke. Deep, long, intense strokes. I moaned and whimpered helplessly. He was fucking me hard. My pink pussy lips wrapped around that dick and stretched out as he ripped open my inner walls. Sperm and cunt juice was splashing all over the bed and on his cock, a delicious frothy mixture. Harder and harder he rode me, climbing up on the bed, mounting me, and digging so deep I thought I would pass out.

Little did I know what was about to happen next.

He finally pulled out, my hole remaining wide open, and he played down on the bed, telling me to climb on. I got back on his dick - it went in much easier now that my pussy had been molded to his shape. And then, I felt his friend behind me. There were now two cocks close to my hole. What the fuck? "Oh shit," I said. "Are you gonna...?" And he said "I sure am." They both held me still, as the second horse cock pressed against my helpless little hole. I breathed deeply - I knew this was happening. I couldn't quite believe it, but I knew all I could do was breathe. Slowly...slowly...slowly. I felt my pussy opening even wider than I had ever felt it go before, and this moment hit me when I could tell - I had two cocks inside me. But I wanted it. I was feeling like such a bitch bottom. This is what true bottoms do - they take massive dick and serve alpha god cock. It was my mission.

And so they both proceeded to double fuck me for the next half an hour. Two giant dicks slipping and sliding in and out of me - my pussy talking back, making all kinds of noises I had never heard before, and juices flying everywhere. It was a symphony of sex between the three of us, as sweat and sperm splashed all over our bodies, the walls, and the bed. Harder and harder they fucked me, deeper and deeper they got. How the fuck deep was my cunt, I thought to myself. My tiny little boy dick had barely gotten hard the whole time, but I was so turned on that as they fucked the living shit out of me, I came hands free, emptying my juice out over the man laying under me.

We had been fucking for almost 2 hours straight with no break. I knew they had to be close - this pussy was giving them all the strokes, and I wanted their cream. Harder and harder I worked them, until I could tell they were ready to nut. The one standing behind me finally pulled out, but I continued to bounce on the guy underneath me. I was gonna ride this bitch till he gave me what I wanted. The other guy saddled up to the side of the bed, and put his cock in my throat. I was sucking his dick, and tasting my own vagina juices, mixed with the delicious cream that had been churned inside my pink pussy.

And then a miracle - they both came at the same time. I felt a volcanic blast of cum empty into my guts from the guy I was riding, and a simultaneous blast of eruptive sperm down my throat from the guy standing next to me. It was like a euphoric drug induced moment, caused by mountains of dick filling my body. I drank every drop I could. After the guy inside of my pussy's cock stopped throbbing, I slowly got off. Sperm and pussy juice poured out of my sloppy cunt. I lay on the bed, breathless and elated. The two muscle gods high-fived each other, slapped me on my ass cheeks and said, "Thank you, boy. You're a damn good bitch. Welcome to New York."

After that, I don't remember much. I think they showed themselves out, and I fell asleep. But...

...that's the reason I haven't been to walk properly for the last 2 weeks, because my hole is still recovering from the most incredible session of sex I've ever had.

And to be honest? I kinda wanna go for round two.

Cock Fight Fantasy Match: Coach VS Wrestler. Reply with who you think wins and how. Tell us your fantasy scenario.

At Cock Fight University an openly gay freshman twunk is looking to join the wrestling team. He was the number one wrestler in his high school and has even won in many underground matches against grown men double, even triple his size who were very experienced wrestlers. He missed try outs by one day and goes to the Coach's office after one of his classes to ask if he can still try out. The whole locker room and gym were empty. The Coach laughs at him and insults him calling him scrawny. The twunk defended himself by claiming he was the number one wrestler in his high school, but he didn't talk about the underground wrestling he's done as he didn't know how the coach would feel about that. The Coach laughs at him and makes a deal with him. The coach and the wrestler will have a first to cum loses wrestling cock fight. The Coach was secretly bicurious and never admits it to himself. But, he thought the twunk was attractive and thought this would be a perfect excuse to get his hands on him. They put on singlets go at it on the mat and both can not stop until one of them is forced to orgasm. Who is the one who will be taken down and forced to submit? Who will become the dom between the two? Reply with your dream scenario.

CHAPTER ONE

After his last class of the day, Toby pushed open the door of the men's room in the university's main academic building. Toby was a freshman who had arrived at school two weeks earlier; he'd turned 18 a week before that. A few times already, though, he'd been mistaken for a prospective. He was only 5'6", skinny, with blond hair. He shaved once a week, and had no body hair (even in his underwear, though he tried hard not to let anyone find that out), except for a little under his arms.

The bathroom had a long bank of old-style of urinals that went all the way down to the floor. Toby walked up to one, reached into his jockey pouch briefs, and hoisted out his thick, eight-inch penis and flopped it over the waist band of his athletic shorts. Looking down, Toby thought what he sometimes did, that it seemed like all his hormones during puberty had concentrated on one thing, to the expense of everything else.

Toby had measured himself regularly. Soft, his penis hung down eight inches and was six inches in circumference. Hard, it grew to nine and a half inches long and six and a half around. Unlike most guys, whose dicks were darker in color than the rest of them, Toby's shaft was the same pale white as the rest of his body. His cock head, which was slightly bigger around than the shaft, was a pale pink. His ball sack was also light pink. It was big too, but tight: about the size of an orange, but it didn't hang low, instead it was always right below his cock.

This combination of a high, full sack and oversized member made it difficult to find supportive underwear into which Toby's package could comfortably be shoveled--especially in a size 28 waist. While packing for college, he'd come across some old, worn jockey pouches in his father's drawer (he'd been looking for a pocket knife). The pouch was distended with the outline of what must have been his father's penis. His face burning hot with fear that he might be discovered, he'd dropped his shorts (under which he'd been wearing fruit of the loom briefs with just his balls in the pouch and his penis up around his hip), and slid on the jockeys. Toby found he was able to fit both his penis and his ball sack into the pouch, his dick sliding comfortably into the groove that had been worn by his dad's apparently long, fat cock. Hearing someone coming, Toby had quickly stuffed the underwear back in his father's drawer (noticing as he did that he'd accidentally left a big drop of precum in them) and yanked his own shorts back on.

The next day (the day before he left for school) he'd gone with his mother to the mall to buy some last minute fall clothes. When Toby added a few packs of white jockey pouch briefs to the basket, his mother had looked at them, and then at Toby, and smiled.

"What?" he'd asked.

"It's nothing," she'd said, then, still smiling, "Just--...I had no idea."

"Whatever, Mom," he'd said, then quickly grabbed the basket and left the underwear department.

He'd immediately started wearing the jockeys, which were slightly less comfortable than the old worn ones had been, but he figured his junk would stretch them out like his dad's had over time.

Now though, it was nice to be swinging free at the urinal. When he peed, Toby held his long penis out in front of him like a garden hose. He let loose a strong stream. His piss splashed and whizzed against the back of the urinal and gurgled in the drain.

Toby was nowhere near finished peeing when he heard the heavy restroom door swing open. He looked over and saw a guy who looked like a freshman or a sophomore walking over to the urinals. The guy was about 5'10, with short brown hair, and was wearing a baseball uniform and a backpack. It looked like he was wearing a cup, but when he got to the urinal and opened his pants, he reached in and hauled out not a cup but a penis that had to be as big as Toby's or bigger. Toby was usually very annoyed when people peeked at him while he was peeing, but he had never seen a penis this big other than his own. So he tried to look over discreetly.

The guy was uncircumcised, which Toby had never seen before. He pulled back his foreskin, which almost didn't seem to fit, exposing a big dark red penis head, and immediately starting pissing, holding his penis with both hands like a golf club. At first, he looked down at himself, but then he looked over at Toby.

Toby quickly looked back at his own penis, from which the stream of pee was finally starting to diminish.

Then, the guy started chuckling. Toby's eyes flashed with anger and he looked back at the baseball player.

"Hey, woah, sorry," the guy said when he saw Toby's face. "That's kind of unexpected there," he said, wagging his lengthy penis, which was still peeing, in Toby's direction, causing his stream to briefly jog over into the urinal between them, then back. "But you should be proud, kid. Damn," he said, his stream finally petering out. He started squeezing out the last drops, almost wringing them out of his penis, causing his foreskin to cover his head again.

Toby realized he was just standing there holding his dick, so he flopped it around to shake off the drops, and started to methodically tuck it back into his jockeys. He realized that the other guy had about the same amount of trouble getting his penis packed back in. Maybe, he thought, the two of them could share tips or something, but immediately dismissed it as a ridiculous idea.

Both turned away to the sinks and started washing their hands. Toby looked over at the guy in the mirror. "I'm not a kid," he said, almost surprising himself with how loud his voice was. "I'm 18, I'm a freshman."

"That's cool," said the baseball player, looking over, "I didn't mean to say that you weren't. Just-," the guy shook his head again, "you know, I guess that's why you can't judge a book by its cover....I'm Mark. I'm a freshman too."

"Toby," Toby said, extending his hand and immediately feeling stupid for having done so in the men's room. Mark laughed, but put his hand out too. Toby laughed, and they shook.

"Nice to meet you," said Mark. "In the men's room," he added, smiling. "Listen, I have to get to team picture day, but find me around -- there's someone I want you to meet," he said.

"Sure, okay," said Toby. Mark left the bathroom, leaving Toby alone. He looked in the mirror for a long minute, then re-shouldered his backpack, reached down and repositioned his penis in its pouch, and walked out of the bathroom toward his dorm.

END OF CHAPTER ONE (comments welcome!)

“And that’s why I love enjoying a big juicy carrot, at least once a week!” said the young man, putting down the juicer on his spotless kitchen worktop and finishing with a big wink to the camera. “Check out my next video in a few days’ time, and don’t forget to subscribe to my channel, my Instagram and my Twitter feed. Remember, whoever you are, you can get a super-fit body if you really want – and I know you want it.” There was a long pause, and then the whole studio set dissolved into bustle and noise as runners moved in to disassemble it.

“That’s a wrap, Tom,” said the man behind the camera, stepping forward to shake him by the hand. “Another month of online content locked down and ready to upload.”

Tom Daley, British Olympian and all-round nice guy, beamed and shook the older man’s hand with all the freshness of a man who had just finished recording half an hour of material, not the eight hours they had just achieved. “Thanks, Chris,” he said. “It’s always a pleasure shooting with you.”

You’re telling me, Chris Jones thought. “You can go and get dressed if want to, now, Tom.” He tried not to sound remorseful at the prospect. How much pleasure he had had today, just staring at the 23-year-old athlete in his diving trunks, the trim physique, ripped abs and hard little pecs that begged to be touched. Not to mention the material clinging to his cute little bulge. All in the name of work.

“Good-oh,” said Tom. “I’d forgotten I was in the altogether – just feels so flipping natural to be wearing this.”

“Believe me, if I looked like you, I’d never put my shirt on,” said Chris, laughing to disguise the honesty of his remark.

“That’s so sweet of you,” said Tom, with a shy smile. “You’re no stranger to the gym, though, mister.”

“You noticed?” Chris folded his muscled arms shyly over his barrel chest. “I guess it’s somewhere to go and let off stress, but I’m not serious about it.”

“Really? I have to say, I sometimes wish my body was more like yours,” said the young man unexpectedly. “You know – the blooming size of you. I mean, obviously, I need to be pretty lithe to compete, but I feel pretty flipping… weedy. Sometimes.”

Chris shook his head. “You’re in incredible shape, Tom. You know that.”

“But sometimes I wonder what it’s like to be big. Really big. I mean – can I feel your bicep a minute?” said Tom, reaching out.

Chris took a step backwards. “What, here?”

“I’m not saying you get your shirt off or anything,” said the young man, idly rubbing his jaw, eyes averted. “Unless you want to.”

“Well, it’s just… if someone should mention to Dustin about it –”

Tom put his hands on his hips and laughed. “Come on, my career is built around my body. My hubby totally understands if I – focus on it, sometimes. With professionals.”

Chris wondered about that. There had been rumours since January of Tom’s Snapchat conversations with hot gay fans. Nothing had actually surfaced, no matter how much Chris Googled. Dustin and Tom had laughed it all off in the papers, but nobody really knew what went on in their relationship – and then they had gotten married, as according to the plan, and everything had gone quiet. Some people had even accused Tom of leaking the sex videos himself to boost his brand. Whichever way the story was read, everybody had sussed now that the butter-wouldn’t-melt star of British Olympic diving was far from as innocent as he appeared.

And Chris had sometimes wondered if there was some special reason Tom had selected him to make the Don’t Quit Till You’re Fit videos for his YouTube channel. Was it coincidence that Chris was gay, unattached and – according to his Grindr profile – a ‘hungdaddy4u’.

“Well, let’s go back to your dressing room,” he said, hoping his big hard-on wasn’t too much on display. “We can firm up our next shooting dates.”

Tom shrugged as if they were talking about nothing but that. Perhaps they were. When they got into the confined space of his dressing room, though, he looked rather more serious, and he took care to lock the door after them.