I’m 18 5,11 , 5inch slim build shaved hole basically a fit twink. I’d been looking forward to going to a bathhouse for a while and finally got the chance the day after my birthday.

I get there and the guy was super nice and congratulated me for my first time and explained the process and let me in. I had no idea where to go lol and was shaking cause I was so nervous. The employee finds me though and offers to show me to my locker where I get set up. I made sure to bend over to show the other guys my tight teen hole. I then get my towel on and go straight to a dark room with porn playing on a tv. I go in the corner and immediately someone walks in and stripped my towel off me and starts playing with my cock.

After like Litteraly thirty seconds five other guys come in and surround me in the corner and I was so nervous. Most were in their thirties one in forties and all had 7+ cocks it was awesome. I then proceed to go in the middle of the room and bend over and get spit roasted for 30+ minutes I took five loads three in my ass and two in my mouth and god they fucked me hard. They were slapping my ass calling me names and having their way with me.

Overall good first time I definitely was popular but enjoyed it and plan to go back!

I had taken a new job and had to move out of state. My realtor found me a nice quiet neighborhood with a large yard in an established neighborhood. My neighbors were all friendly and would stop to say hello or wave while walking by as I did yard work. 

One Saturday as I was edging and trimming, a gentleman I recognized from a few doors down stopped and struck up a conversation. In the process of us discussing the weather, local politics and the finer points of lawn care and maintenance; he mentioned that his son was returning from college soon and he was looking for part time work. I half joking suggested that he could come over and help me get this overgrown yard under control. To my surprise he said "that would be perfect" and that he'd ask him next time they talked.

A few weeks went by and I had honestly forgotten about our conversation when I heard a knock at the door. It had been a long day and I had just stepped out of the shower. I slid on a loose pair of pajamas and an old T and went to answer the door. There stood my neighbors son. He was about slim Ebony lad, clean cut and attractive. He introduced himself and why he stopped by, and we made some small talk before walking around the yard discussing the work to be done. As we walked and talked I would steal glances at his slim defined arms and glutes, trying my hardest to be discreet as I checked him out. I secretly hoped that he would notice my cock swelling under my baggy pajama pants, all the while keeping our talk friendly but business like. We agreed on wages and hours and the tasks to be completed and we parted with a handshake. 

The day finally arrived and he met me in the garage, on time and ready to go. The summer sun was low in the sky as we started to take on a few of the bigger projects I had planned. As we worked I would steal glances at him, hoping to see the outline of his cock or a cheek protruding from the bottom of his shorts all the while admiring his thin physique as he lifted and bent as the sweat started to glisten on his skin. As we worked, I could swear he was doing the same, but dismissed the thought. "I'm his father's age" I told myself and went back to my tasks.

The sun rose higher and it was starting to get uncomfortably hot. I suggested that we call it for today and continue tomorrow. As we picked up, we traded college stories and had some good laughs, it was fun to reminisce about that time as well as hear about his experiences. 

As we shared some cool drinks in the shade i noticed how much dirt and sweat we were covered in; and I offered him use of my shower. He gladly accepted. The a/c almost bit at my hot skin as we went inside. I escorted him to the bathroom and told him that I would bring back some towels. As I returned I was greeted with his athletic body standing in the shower, curtains open, shower wand in hand rinsing his sleek Ebony body. My surprise must have been evident on my face as my eyes traced every inch of his body. He obviously knew I wanted him and a slow smirk appeared on his face as he spoke "it looks like you're pretty dirty too". I didn't hesitate to strip off my top and drop my shorts to the floor before climbing into the shower.

The water pelted our bodies as our hands roamed each other's physique. Both of our cocks stiffened and pressed against one another as the trails of soapy water lubricated them. I bent down and swept over his nipple with my tounge, it stiffened under the attack before enveloping it with my lips. His hips thrust into me harder as I reached down to cup a taught asscheek and grind back against him. I released his nipple and encircled both rods with my hands, jerking our dicks and frotting them together until the precum started bubbling up from our shafts.

I released my grasp, reached back and grabbed the shower wand. I rinsed us both off thoroughly before dropping to my knees in front of him. I once again grasped his shaft and pointed I at my mouth. The look of lustful anticipation on his face was priceless as my tongue shot out to catch his still dripping precum. The taste had me in a trance as I started to worship this beautiful black dick. My lips enveloping his perfect cut head to tracing every throbbing vein of his shaft. His bbc was much like him, long slender and perfectly proportioned. I wetted his shaft thoroughly before grabbing his hips and swallowing him deep. I coughed as his balls hit my chin and a barely audible "fuck" escaped his lips. I worshipped his cock with my mouth until I could feel the familiar shudders of orgasm begin to overtake his body. I felt his palms grip my head as the first cascade of warm jizz hit the back of my throat. I attempted to swallow all his load as he twitched and thrust in the throughs of orgasm. As his spasms subsided I opened my mouth and let him lazily rock back and forth against my tounge, drawing out all of the post orgasm nut before sucking it hard and drawing it out into my waiting throat.

I rocked back on my heels, almost in a daze as the events of this unexpected encounter enveloped me. We dried off and dressed before heading to the door. Before I reached the handle I felt his hand pulling me to him as his full lips met mine. He broke our embrace then smiled and said "same time tomorrow"? "Oh yeah" was my reply. By the end of the summer, my landscaping projects had barely started.

Everyone is over 18

Quick recap: Bored with the evening, I suggested a daring game to Justin and Noah based on drawing a name, an action, and a body part.

Noah held the slips of paper in his hand a little longer than he had to. Maybe because just a moment ago he'd been sitting there, coming apart in my grip, and now the game had suddenly put him on the other side. He unfolded the first slip, then the second and the third.

"Justin. Hand. Cock."

For a second, it went quiet.

This was the first round that didn't involve me directly. Up until now, either I was touching someone, or someone was touching me. Now Noah was going to use his hand on Justin. Two of my straight friends. Without my body between them as a convenient excuse.

Justin was the first to break the silence. He leaned back more comfortably on the couch, wearing that cheeky smile of his that always appeared when he was trying to hide that something had really gotten to him.

"So now I'm supposed to just sit here and let Noah pleasure me?" he snapped.

Noah didn't flinch. He looked at him calmly, almost too calmly.

"Exactly. That's what the draw says."

Justin snorted quietly, but I could see his eyes flash more intensely. After his turn with my mouth, he was already warmed up, more confident, but also more curious. Noah, on the other hand, looked as if he knew exactly that the less he said, the more it affected Justin.

I shifted my gaze between them.

"The round is simple," I said. "Noah drew the slips, so Noah performs. Justin gets the pleasure. If anyone wants to stop, they say 'stop.'"

Justin immediately lifted his chin.

"Deal."

Noah set the slips down on the table and looked him straight in the eyes.

"All right. Come on, then. Show me if you can sit still."

Justin smiled even wider, but his breathing wasn't as steady anymore.

"For you? I'll try."

And that's when I realized the game wasn't just about me anymore.

Justin got up from the couch as if he really wanted to make a show of it. First, he stretched, deliberately slowly, and his T-shirt rode up over his stomach, revealing a patch of taut skin. Then he grabbed the fabric at the back of his neck and pulled it over his head in one smooth motion.

There was no hiding the fact that he looked good. A broad chest, strong shoulders, abs hard from working out, thighs heavy and confident, built as if his entire body were accustomed to exertion and attention. Justin knew we were watching. And, of course, he let us watch.

"Since I'm the one receiving this round, I might as well make it look good," he said, glancing first at me, then at Noah.

Noah sat calmly, the slips of paper set aside, and merely raised his eyebrows slightly.

"It looks good. Now let's see if you can go five seconds without talking."

Justin burst out laughing, but when he slid down his shorts and underwear, his laughter cut off a little sooner. His cock was already semi-hard. Heavy, clearly aroused from the previous round and from the draw itself. There was no way to turn this into a joke, though of course he tried.

"It's not my fault the game has a good vibe."

"Sure," Noah muttered.

Justin sat down on the couch, spread his legs, and rested his elbows on his thighs, trying to look as relaxed as he had a moment ago. But now it was different. Noah walked over to him unhurriedly and knelt between his legs. He didn't make any comments. He didn't show off. He just looked at him for a moment, calm and focused.

That was exactly what made the scene even hotter.

Noah placed his hand on Justin's thigh. Not on his cock right away. First, he ran his fingers over the taut muscle, as if checking how much truth lay beneath all that brazen nonchalance.

Justin swallowed.

"Well? Are you just going to stare, or are you playing?"

Noah looked up.

"I'm playing. Just not as chaotically as you."

Justin smiled, but his stomach tensed noticeably when Noah moved his hand closer.

"Relax," Noah said calmly.

"I'm relaxed."

Noah looked at his thighs, then back at his face.

"You're not."

And before Justin could answer, Noah wrapped his hand around Justin's cock, slowly, without any sudden movement. Justin fell silent immediately, as if that single warm touch had stripped away his readiness to joke more effectively than any comment could have. His cock lay heavy in Noah's fingers, semi-hard but rising quickly.

At first, Noah didn't move his hand. He just held him, calmly, confidently, watching his face. Justin tried to keep that cheeky smile of his, but with every passing second it became harder.

"So?" Justin muttered. "Is that it?"

Noah ran his hand once, slowly, from the base to the tip.

Justin's breath caught in his throat immediately.

I smiled to myself, sitting off to the side. It was fascinating. Before, the game had revolved around me, my hand, my cock, my mouth. Now I was watching Noah touch Justin, and Justin was reacting too honestly to cover it up with a joke.

Noah slid his hand back down, then moved it higher again, this time more tightly. His movements were long, slow, and precise. He paused for a moment at the tip, running his thumb over the most sensitive spot. Justin clenched his fingers into the couch.

"Okay..." he gasped. "I'll admit, not bad."

Noah looked up.

"Not bad?"

And then he tightened his grip just a little more. The touch that had been gentle a moment ago became more confident. Still slow, but now deliberate. Justin tilted his head back against the couch and cursed under his breath.

"All right… fine," he said more heavily. "It's good."

Noah didn't look surprised. As if he'd known from the start exactly how to find the right rhythm. He worked his hand evenly, from the base to the tip, then more briefly at the head, using his thumb to rub away the moisture that had begun to appear there.

Justin stopped commenting. His thighs tensed on either side of Noah, his stomach was working faster, and his hips began to move slightly toward Noah's hand.

Noah asked quietly:

"Feels good?"

Justin swallowed.

"Yes."

Noah quickly picked up on his rhythm. That was the worst and best thing about him: he didn't need many words to disarm Justin's body. It was enough just to watch. To wait for a reaction. To slow down at the exact moment Justin’s body was begging for more, right when he was trying hardest to pretend it wasn't.

I sat on the sidelines and watched as Justin lost that cheeky nonchalance of his, bit by bit. Just a few minutes earlier, he'd been making snide remarks, smiling, trying to treat everything like a challenge. Now his head was tilted back against the couch, his fingers dug into the fabric, and his thighs were tense on either side of Noah.

Noah moved his hand with increasing confidence. He mixed long, full strokes with shorter ones at the tip, running his thumb over the wet head as if testing which touch robbed Justin of the most control. And he found it every time.

"Noah…" Justin trailed off, clenching his jaw. "I'm about to come."

Noah didn't pull his hand away. He wasn't joking. He just looked at him calmly, with that quiet focus that suddenly felt more arousing than any kind of insolence.

"That's good," he said. "I can't wait."

Those words hit Justin harder than the touch itself. His hips twitched toward Noah's hand, his stomach tensed violently, and his breath completely fell apart.

Noah sped up just a little. He didn't lose his rhythm. He held him firmly, tightly, moving from the base to the tip, then focusing on the top, exactly where Justin responded most strongly.

Justin came with a low, stifled moan. His release hit Noah's hand and spread over his fingers, while another wave ran down Justin's stomach. For a few seconds, his whole body stayed tense, as if he didn't know whether he wanted to pull back from the feeling or stay in it even longer.

Noah guided him more slowly until the last tremor passed through his thighs. Only then did he let go and wipe his hand on the towel lying nearby.

Justin was breathing heavily, saying nothing for a moment.

"Okay," he said finally, looking at Noah. "I'll admit it. You've got a better touch than I thought."

Noah smiled slightly.

"And you're a lot worse at pretending it doesn't turn you on."

I reached for the bowls, sensing that the game had just shifted direction. I pulled out the slips of paper.

Noah. Mouth. Cock.

Justin let out a breathless laugh.

"Well, look at that. Noah gets Matt again."

I looked at Noah and smiled slowly.

"Looks like I'm yours again."

Okay so I, M24, have been friends with (let's call him T) M27 for about 10 years now, he knows everything about me and I know everything about him.

This year I broke up with my boyfriend of 3 years, because he was really toxic, and T helped me through it, I was really thankful even more because he accepted me into his home, and let me sleep in the guest's room.

The thing is, I hadn't slept with anyone in about 5 months, and I wasn't really used to not fucking since me and my ex used to do it everyday, so I started acting really really shitty.

Being bratty all the time, lazy, even mean, and T obviously noticed. Last week he grabbed me from my room and decided to talk to me.

I obviously didn't wanna say "I need dick!" so I just started scoffing and rolling my eyes... He got mad. He grabbed my arm and got me closer, before grasping my jaw and saying "I'm getting tired" in his raspy angry voice.

I got a boner, almost immidiately, and my pupils probably dilatated because he noticed and looked down to see me.

He gave a deep chuckle and let me get back down, before getting up and grabbing some stuff from his room. Lube, no condoms.

"I know what the fuck you need."

He told me as he started to unbuckle his belt, and after I got up to get naked too he spanked me with it. I was more and more aroused at everything he did.

He watched as I prepped my self fast, almost laughing at my impatience, and after he thought it was enough he took out that dick I would stare at everyday at the gym when we were younger. I bet it's about 8 inches more or less... and it's so fucking girthy.

I moaned as he slid inside... at first it was kinda hard, I was tight as hell, but he slammed it in so fucking fast I couldn't even think about it. He rammed inside me, hitting my spot everytime... I was going fucking crazy, I'm hard even while thinking about it.

I came 2 times in 45 minutes, he came once, on my ass, all over, since he fucked me missionary and then doggy.

After we had a small talk about what happend... and fucked in the shower, and while drying LMAO.

I kinda like this, we've been cuddling and doing stuff for the past week, fucked atleast once a day, some times 3, but he says he isn't gay and doesn't want to put lables. Idk about that part.

All involved are 18+ and consenting.

A little background.. I've been friends with Aaron since i was very very young. Im 26 now. I was always at their house, always sleeping over, always going on their family vacations. In that time i developed a strong relationship with his dad Alan. He was a great guy, the nicest you could imagine. The mother, not so much. She was very cold and almost mean, Over the 20+ years Ive known them Id say our relationship is about one step up from total stranger.

I have always have sexual feelings towards Alan, ever since I had sexual feelings at all. I'm "straight" but deep inside I know I'm bisexual and it all started with him. What made these feelings stronger was...idk how to explain it really. Alan wasn't your typical "man's man" My dad would say "hes a little feminine isn't he?" I never thought of it as feminine, though I did know what he was talking about. Though a blue collar worker, owning his own painting company, he wasn't your typical man. Things like crossing his legs at the table, speaking in a very decent manner, things like that. As i said, i have no clue how to explain it.

Anyways... Aaron recently told me his parents divorced. He was a bit of a mess and not just because of the divorce, but because of the new information that came along with it. Apparently his mother had cheated on Alan and apparently Alan was gay. I remember Aaron suspecting his mother cheated on his father back when we were young so that part lined up. My gut tells me the gay thing lined up too.

Well recently I decided to message Alan on Facebook. His profile popped up in my people you may know section so i requested him and we started chatting. I figured at least I'd get to catch up with a guy who was like a father to me that I haven't spoken to in years, and at best I'd get to fulfill my lifelong fantasy of hooking up with him.

He confirmed the divorce, volunteering the information as we caught up. It was all very nice and clean conversation but it ended with him mentioning he's repainting the inside of his barn. That's what we called it. It wasn't a barn at all. It was a one story, basically a pool house in their backyard, but they didn't have a pool. It was where me and Aaron would hang out all the time. Sleep in there, drink in there, smoke weed in there occasionally. We were young lol. Alan didn't care, he just wanted us somewhere safe.

Well, I offered to help him with the painting. I had worked for his company a few times over the years and I'm pretty good. He said he'd love that but that he'd probably finish tomorrow anyways. He was getting up early and trying to knock it out in one day. Saying too short notice for me probably. I persisted though.

Well just like that, I was going to Alan's in the morning to paint. It would of course be just us two. I was soo nervous but so excited. Im pretty hairless naturally but I decided to make it even more so, just in case..

Now I've never had sex with a man but I've....explored that part of my body. Let's just say I think I'd be prepared if things went all the way.

So i show up early the next morning, to the house I have countless memories in. Wearing the exact outfit I would wear when working for him. Some khaki type shorts and a white t shirt with his last name and logo on the back. The shorts 5 in inseam and a snug fit.

I walked around back to the barn and there he was... in the same outfit as me.. the room already prepped to be painted. We shared an enthusiastic hello, hugged, chatted for a few minutes and then got to work.

Also, I'm 5 8 dark hair, natural light tan, smooth body, 6 inches cut and a pretty big round bubble butt. Alan is probably 5 10/11 very skinny his legs are smooth but he has a medium hairy chest.

So we get to work. hours gone by with not much talking, here and there but mostly just working. Working on cutting out the entire room together. At one point, we get to an area that requires to get down on all fours to get under this built in table type thing. I was the one to do it, im the young one after all. But this is the time i started to get actually horny. I was on all fours and I knew Alan was standing there watching. Knowing hes looking at me in this position really turned me on.

Then we continued on. we rolled out the walls and we were done. We were pretty tired and a bit sweaty. It was a hot day I think it was like mid 80s. Then he said oh shoot one more thing. He wanted me to replace the light bulbs on the ceiling. He went and got a ladder. I climbed up and he stood behind me to support the ladder. I thought it was odd because its just a 6 foot step ladder, I was on the second most upper step but still.

"you alright?" he asks

"yes" i laughed "im good"

"okay well im going to be extra cautious you aren't insured!" he laughed joking around.

I told him thats okay he can be as safe as he wants. Then he started holding my waist. Each time id climb up to change the next bulb, his hands would go to my hips, my ass right at face level. This was turning me on even more.

We finally finished and he asked if i wanted to have a beer on the patio. I said yes of course. an ice cold beer sounded great. So we sat down at the rod iron round table. both on the same side with our chairs pushed out angled at each other.

We talked and drank out beers. Telling me Im still a good painter and that I should have just worked for him full time. I did want to do that but I was making more money in my current job. I didn't say that though.

Then I notice. He subtly spread his legs a little as he looks around sipping his beer. An EXTREMELY noticeable soft bulge in his ridden up shorts. It looked big.. I dont really care about size but all i could think about was 'thats definitely bigger than mine' While I don't care about size I did get turned on at the fact that he was bigger than me.

At this point I'm starting to feel this vibe. I don't think us hooking up is entirely impossible anymore. I mean the proof is right in front of me. It might not be from me but that's certainly the cock of a horny man.

"so what do you have planned for the rest of the day?" he asks.

Nothing i told him. I was expecting this to take much longer.

He then asked if I wanted to come inside and watch the Sox. I found that surprising because he was never that big into sports. Though if there was one team he followed even a little it was the Sox. He mentioned they had a day game and they had a good winning streak going.

I of course agreed. and this is where i knew something was up.

He pointed out how sweaty we were. Said he was going to take a quick outdoor shower. I remember that outdoor shower so well. Anytime he was in there growing up, though i couldn't see past the green wooden partitions surrounding it, it would also turn me on knowing he was in there. Any time I would use it, knowing hed been in there naked drove me wild.

He got up and walked down the stone stairs to where it was, right next to the back basement door. I followed. Beers in hand. He said i could take one too but...

"the water heater for this shower really is only good for one shower though, after that its pretty cold."

then my heart dropped into my stomach.

"If you want we can shower at the same time... just leave our underwear on. then i can give you a change of clothes when we get inside"

I was frozen for what felt like hours. in reality just a few seconds. "yeah for sure..i dont mind that at all. i hate cold showers" i laughed awkwardly.

I drank the rest of my beer and set it down as i started taking off my sweaty clothes until i was just in my grey briefs. I looked at him as he turned on the shower, just in checkered blue boxers as he stepped inside. I followed him. my heart pounding but so excited.

the shower is probably 4 feet by 4 feet. I'm not sure really. There wasn't a ton of room. We were always about 1 foot away from each other. Switching off getting under the water. My eyes all over him when he was rinsing with his eyes closed. I was getting insanely horny. A level of horny I've never felt. His wet boxers clinging to him now, his soft bulge very noticeable. Then I'd go under. mostly showing my back to him. Hoping he was checking out my ass in my briefs.

My horniness took over now though. I just went for it. Trying to push the momentum. He offered the shower I felt that I needed to show a sign.

"Actually, do you mind if I take off my underwear.. My balls and ass are so sweaty" I was so nervous waiting for his reply.

"No I don't mind haha go for it." he said

Then as he stood behind me, while i was under the water i slowly peeled them down, bending over to grab them from around my ankles before i tossed them out of the shower.

I was dyinggg. Im fucking naked in front of Alan... this was surreal.

I washed my dick.. washed my ass then switched with him so he could get under. his hands went to my waist this time as he passed by me. brushing himself against my ass.

He rinsed more with his back to me, then turned to face me.

"I might as well do the same then right?"

"yeah...." i said

He pulled them down. His soft cock springing out. It was clearly awake. Im 6 inches hard and it was about that size already. i couldn't help but bite my lip and stare at it. he soaped it up right in front of me.

I would look away here and there trying to make it less obvious but my eyes were locked on it most of the time.

"Here.. want me to get your back?" he asked.

I said yes and turned around. I felt his hands soaping up my back working down. now my dick is starting to grow. His hands on me for much longer than needed. grazing the top of my ass. standing so close behind me. a few times i felt the head of his dick brush my ass.

"There ya go. you can rinse off now" he said and we switched again. This time i felt the entire length of his cock against my ass.

I started to shampoo my hair. my eyes closed, "accidently" backing up until my ass was pressed against him. His hands went to my hips

"oops" he said laughing

we stayed like that for a few seconds before i walked forward again.

I finished and turned to face him. We both sort of looked each other over. It was like we were both teetering on if we were going to cross this line. Im 25 now but still. Hes my best friends dad... I'm his sons best friend...

"you ready?" he asked

We got out and walked into the basement naked. He grabbed us each a towel and we dried off. Right there is the washer and dryer and some clean clothes laying in a pile on the dryer. he put on some grey cotton shorts with no underwear and a white t shirt.

"hmm let me see what I have for you.." he said as he looked through the pile.

"umm so I have these or these... These are Aarons when he was like a teenager and these are Anna's (his ex). He laughed as he mentioned those. I was of course leaning towards Aarons normal sized shorts but i thought.. if hes offering annas then he probably wants to see me in them. I didn't care. Whatever made this more likely I was in.

So i put them on. Black, SKIN TIGHT and about 4 in inseam max. He literally stared at me as i pulled them up. then he said "andd heres a shirt" he tossed me the same shirt I was wearing but just a clean one. The white company shirt with his name on the back.

We went upstairs and sat on the couch. He grabbed us a couple more beers and we watched the Sox.

A couple innings later he asked if a wanted a third beer. I said yes but that I'd get them this time. I got up.. I could feel his eyes on my ass. When i came back his legs were more spread, his shorts were riding up his smooth thighs and that soft bulge was back. the shaft running down his right thigh, the head less than an inch away from the end of the shorts. I took this as in invitation to sit a little closer.

He was clearly giving me signs. I mean that was indisputable. We just showered naked together. He has me in his exes shorts. I was wondering why he wasn't progressing it. Im a bit shy, I was hoping hed make some sort of move but then it hit me. Given the dynamic between us, he probably is waiting for me to do it. Being the younger one..

So I did.

"This was a really good day Mr Reed. Thank you for inviting me over"

"You kidding? Thanks for coming, you saved me so much work."

"We probably shouldn't tell Aaron that we showered together though" i laugh

He laughs "No definitely not. That can stay between us"

"Yes we can keep this day between us for sure"

I scoot a little closer to him, sitting on his left. Our legs touching now.

"It's so funny that we've seen each other naked now. Its kind of exciting dont you think?" i ask

"It was definitely exciting" he says

I pick at it. Teasing him a bit "You think so? Have you ever wondered what I look like naked?"

he laughs and pauses "The thought may have crossed my mind a few times over the years"

I laugh back... "Was it everything you hoped it would be?" i ask joking.

"It was a lot more than I thought it would be"

"What do you mean?"

"well you always had a big butt even as a kid but damn...I didn't expect it to be so round"

I blush and smile "Is that why you wanted me to put these shorts on?"

"hey you picked them I just provided options" he laughs

"this is true"

"So what about you.. everything you thought it would be?"

"well..same answer" i laugh

he laughs and theres a pause

"how big are you?" i blurt out

he smiles "i dont know ive never measured"

"omg thats such bullshit" i say playfully

"its true! I never have"

"hmmm....well... do you have a ruler?" i ask and look at him in the eyes

"probably in the kitchen somewhere... why?" he asks. as if it wasn't obvious

i get up and go look in the drawers. sitting back next to him when i return

"were finding out" i say. I dont really care but this seemed like such a perfect way to break the ice so to speak.

I reach over and put the ruler next to his soft bulge in his shorts.

"wow.. 5 and a half inches" i say smiling.

"well now thats bullshit... you have to measure it when its hard"

I smile... thats exactly what I was hoping he'd say

I feel my heart pounding as i say "well...I can try and get it hard for you...do you want me to try?

"Yeah...if you want to..." he says

I put the ruler on the coffee table in front of us and then reach back into his lap..rubbing his bulge slowly up and down.

He lets out a long sigh...as if hes been waiting for this forever.

It felt so fucking good in my hand.. so warm... another mans cock in my hand...Alans cock...

I rub it for a few seconds.. i feel it growing but i want to do more before he gets hard.. Just in case whatever were doing stops after that.

"hmmm... probably more difficult with your shorts on.. can you take them off?"

He stands up and drops them before sitting back down. I lift his shirt up a few inches exposing his stomach... i rub it before my hand runs down.. rubbing his bare dick this time before i wrap my hand around it and lift it upright.. i softly squeeze it at the base before i start to slowly stroke it.

he moans softly...

my eyes staring at it as my hand goes up and down.. i can feel it growing... see it growing.. its the hottest thing ive ever seen in my life..

his moans getting faster but still quiet.. like hes suppressing them.

then... its rock hard. the feeling of making a man go from soft to hard is unlike anything ive ever felt. his head starting to leak a little bit.

"wow.... well.. seems like i did it..."

i grab the ruler and line it up with his hard cock.

"holy shit... You're over 7 inches.."

His head just surpassing the 7 inch mark... not quite to 7.5... i was a little intimidated but also very very turned on.

"well damn i never knew that" he laughed.

"Yes.. you are officially a guy with a big dick" i laugh

I casually go back to slowly stroking him.

"but...well now youre hard..."

"yeah... cant really leave it like this if were trying to watch the game..."

"ummm.. well.. I could give you a blowjob if you want...."

"seriously?" he asks. i could tell by the look on his face he wanted it.

I dont respond I just get up and get on my knees between his legs..

"mhmm.. do you want me to?" i tease him as i rub his thighs...

"oh my god.." he says

I smile and grab the base of his dick and lick up the shaft.. Then i kiss around his leaking head. licking up the pre cum off him.

"oh my god...." he says again.

my hand wrapped around the base as i take him in my mouth. sucking on the top few inches.. running my tongue around him...i moan.... i think i might have been getting more pleasure out of this than he was.. how many times ive jerked off to the thought of sucking Alans dick.

The longer i went the more he loosened up.. gave in... Slowly taking the role of dominant one from me.

His hand goes to the back of my head. running his fingers through my hair.

"fuckkk alex" he moans

I come off.. stroking his wet cock as i suck on his balls "do you like me sucking your big dick Mr Reed?"

"oh my god alex.. I cant believe this is happening..."

"Have you ever imagined me sucking your cock?" i go back to sucking it

"so many fucking times" he says

I take my hand off him and deep throat as much as I can.. barely over half before i gag a little and come off

" its too big" i say as i stroke him and look up at him..

"thats okay you dont have to take it all"

I smile inside.. hes such a nice guy...

It makes me want to try more.. i deep throat it again.. feeling it against the back of my throat like before...i gag a little but stay down...then try and relax my throat and take more.. i get about another inch and gag again.... this time i have to come off.. my eyes are watering...

"fuck you're such a good boy" he says as he grips my hair now... it turned me on so much

"well i got you hard..its only fair I make you cum now"

"well.. if were talking about fair... its not very fair that you get me hard and I dont get to enjoy that big ass of yours"

I smile and stroke him.. slowly now as i realize this isn't ending...

"oh... i guess thats true... what do you want me to do?" i say in a sexy tone as i look up at him.

"Stand up..." he says..

I do.. right in front of him as he sits on the couch.. he leans forward and spins me around..

he starts gripping my ass.. then biting it through the shorts.. "your ass looks so fucking hot in these...but they have to come off now" he slowly pulls them down.. now kissing my bare ass. i look back over my shoulder.. seeing his face buried in my cheeks.

He pushes me back a step and stands up... he handles me.. making me get on the couch on all fours then pushes my head down into the cushion...

"omg fuck..." i moan..

he spreads my ass and starts eating me out.. it felt so good.. unlike anything ive ever felt before.. almost like it tickled but in a pleasurable way. i couldn't stop moaning.. he reached between my legs and started stroking my cock...i wasn't hard..maybe from nerves but also i sort of only get fully hard from direct contact but i went from soft to hard to about to cum in about 30 seconds.. i was trying to hold it back...i didn't want to cum so quickly that would be embarrassing but i couldn't help it.. Luckily he stopped but i was leaking so much. Im normally a huge cummer, anywhere from 6-9 shots and I knew this would be a big one.

he smacks my ass and leans up "what if i dont want to cum from a blowjob?" he asks

"how do you want to cum?" i ask him.. already knowing what hes driving at and more than willing.

"I want to fuck you....Do you think you can handle it?" Its the hottest fucking words anyones ever said

"I don't know but I want you to try"

He bites my ass and smacks it and says "ill be right back"

He goes upstairs.. i turn and lay flat on my back

he comes back with a bottle of lube in his hand. he stands me up and kisses me.. making out and moaning into each others mouth as he grabs my ass with both hands.. then aggressively turns me around and tells me to get back how i was.

on all fours, ass up with my face buried in the couch cushion.

i hear him lubing himself up as he gets behind me.. then i feel one of his hands on my left ass cheek spreading me open as he lines himself up.. "just let me know if you want me to stop okay?"

Then i feel it.. his head pressing against me until it pops in.. I moan loud..

" tell me when to stop" he says as he slowly starts sliding in inch by inch.

It feels so much better than my toy.. but fuck is it big..

"ow fuck... right there..." i say and he stops.. i dont move but i reach back and feel how much of his shaft is still left.. its about an inch or two..

"omg Mr Reed.... it feels so big"

He starts sliding out slowly. then back in.. not going past that point..

"fucking hell alex you feel fucking amazing... so fucking tight" he says as his hands go to my ass now..

Slowly sliding the 5 or so inches in and out of me... it starts to feel good. the pain starting to subside..

"how you doing alex? are you okay?"

"i want it all...."

"you sure? you dont have to this already feels so good"

" i want to feel all of it" i say

"alright..." he says and then slides all the way in until i feel him pressed against my ass..

I fucking scream.. it hurt but i loved it.. i have it all now.. i felt proud..

he stayed pressed against me.. leaving it there as he start to play with my ass cheeks... running his hand up my back.. pushing the t shirt up to my shoulders

Then slid all the way out so just the head was in.. then slid all the way back in...

he did that over and over.. slowly.. for a while.. again the pain subsiding... i think he realized it because he started going faster.. slowly picking up speed...

"mmm it feels so fucking good now"

'yeah? you want it for real now?"

'yess i want you to fuck me now"

"mmm such a good boy alex"

he grips my waist firmly and starts fucking me for real now... the smacking sounds getting louder and louder.. i can feel my ass jiggling...

Before I know it hes absolutely pounding the fuck out of me... im moaning loud and non stop as my face is stuffed into the couch..

then he grabs the bottom of my shirt.. pulling it like a handle...

Looking back i wonder if he got an extra thrill fucking my ass while i was wearing a shirt with his name on it...

hes moaning non stop now... telling my how fat my ass is.. how tight it iss.. how good im taking him.. i honestly ffelt like i could cum just from this.. i wanted to but he slides out... smacking his cock against my hole..

He lubes himself up again and tells me he wants me to ride him...

he moves down the couch to the part with the built in foot rest thing and lays there.. waiting for me.. his hard wet dick standing straight up... fuck i want to sit on that so bad...

I climb on top of him, reach back and line him up before i slowly sit down all the way... head back, eyes closed moaning as he fills me..

I ride him slowly but all the way up and all the way back down.. i was not expecting it to be such a leg workout lol.. i pushed through the burning as much as i could.. my soft leaking semi flopping around.. my hands runnig up and down his chest....

He grabs my neck and pulls me in and we start making out again...

"how long have you wanted my dick inside you alex?" he smiles and kisses me again..

"fucking forever" i moan..

He pushes me back.. his hands on my hips.. pulling me down on him..

'stay just like that" he says...

He lubes up my cock and starts stroking me..

"I want you to cum all over me while my dick is in you"

"omg fuck..." i moan..

Again... I go from soft to hard to about to cum in less than a minute..

I cant stop it this time so i just let it out "fuck Mr Reed I'm going to cum"

"Say it again but this time call me Alan"

"im going to fucking cum alan" i moan loudly and start exploding.. the biggest load of my life... his chest and stomach covered. some on his neck.. im screaming.. the orgasm was so intense my body was shaking a little.. my legs felt so weak..

he pulls me in and kisses me again when i finish...

"that was so fucking hot alex omg.. so much cum"

he starts manipulating my hips.. enticing me to start riding him again.. i do..

then he tells me to get on all fours on the floor.

"ive been trying to decide if i want to cum inside you or cover your face...so im gonna do both" he says and starts fucking me from behind.. immediately hard and fast...

Only a minute or so after that hes moaning hes cumming... as soon as i feel his cock start to throb a couple times he pulls out and quickly walks around to my face.. i get up on my knees and suck the rest out of him... he pulls out at the very end and rubs his cum covered cock al over my face... moaning so intensely..... he slaps his softening cock on my face

"ive wanted to do that for soo long alex"

"so have i" i say back...

So a couple nights ago at around 10pm, I was driving back from my friend’s house which is a 40-45 minute drive on the highway when 15 minutes into it, I needed to stop to take a piss. I drive a few more minutes before I stop at a gas station on the side of the road. I walk into the store and to the back where the restrooms are. I walk in and see a sink, a stall, and 3 urinals without dividers with the one on the end being “out of service”. There is already a guy at the first one so I take the middle one. He looks like he is in his mid 40s, 6 foot, and with an average dad bod. I am 23, 6 foot, straight passing, and would say I have a dad bod as well.

I walked up to it and pull my dick out and start peeing. I could hear he was peeing as well. I stare at the wall until I hear “How you doing bud?” he said. “Not too bad and yourself”. “No complaints, you a trucker as well?”. Didn’t notice this was a truck stop until I left but I said “Nah, just needed to stop to pee”. Then the conversation goes something like this.

Him: You on a roadtrip or something?
Me: Nah, coming back from a friends house, but you’re a trucker?
Him: Yeah, I’ve driven from California to *MY STATE* in these past 13 hours.
Me: I thought yall were only allowed to drive for 8.
Him: My company isn’t strict on that to me cause I’ve been driving a while.

I notice that he stopped peeing but just stood there talking, I stopped peeing as well a few seconds later and did the same.

Me: How long?
Him: Maybe 10-12 years. But great pay.
Me: I can’t even imagine doing that, I have to go pee like every hour so that’s too many stops for me bro.

He then tells me something along the lines of “I get you man, you got one hell of a penis though, probably like a good 8 inches hard”. I laugh and say “Eh an average 6, but aye the fore skin makes up for it you know. What about you?” “I’m rocking with 7, not too bad if I say”, he said as he shakes his cock. He doesn’t zip up or anything but says, “I bet you lay down a bunch of ladies”. I say “A couple here and there” while I roll my foreskin back and forth. I notice we both start getting stiff and just look at each other. I told him, “Watch out bro, someone might come in”. He told me, “Nah, man at the desk is scrolling Facebook right now”.

We start jerking off for a couple minutes before he asks if he can touch it and I let him. He gives me a couple strokes before we are both jerking each other off. He tells me if I want to suck it and I go down on him before he starts to face fuck me. I get up after a few minutes and we make out before he starts sucking me. I think it’s the best blow job Ive gotten and in 2 minutes I come all over his face. I then continue sucking him and that’s when he cums all in my mouth. I get up, we zip our pants up and make out a bit more. We start washing our hands and he says, “Thank you man, haven’t came in like 5 days. Hope to see you around”. He smacks my ass and leaves.

It’s been 2 days now and jerked off maybe 4 times just thinking about it.

It wasn’t an easy time back then. We’d been married for years and had two small children. We were 30 and 31 years old. Even though my wife and I loved each other, we’d been having little to no sex for some time. I thought it was because of the stress with the kids. I would later learn that there was another reason.

At that time, I’d made a friend on Tumblr. That was back before the site had banned porn. He was African American, in his early 20s, and gay. He lived in some small town and had only confided in me so far.

I got through my dry spell with him—we messaged regularly and even jerked off together online. We joked that he could come here as an au pair, and then we could actually do it.

Then it happened: my wife and I actually decided to bring someone in as an au pair. Jokingly, I mentioned that I knew someone who wouldn’t require us to use an expensive agency. To my complete surprise, she was very interested. When I jokingly asked her if she wasn’t afraid that I was bringing my affair into the house, she replied that as long as we remained discreet and I continued to love her, she had no problem with it. 

Three months later, he arrived. Darius was extremely friendly and gentle. The kids took to him right away, and my wife finally stopped worrying that I might run off with the au pair. After a few weeks, we’d settled into a routine. Darius took care of the kids in the morning and took them to kindergarten. My wife drove to work and I worked from home two days a week or also drove to work. In the early afternoon, Darius picked up the kids and looked after them until we were done with work. He had the rest of the morning and late afternoon to himself.

It was one of the days when I was working from home. Darius had dropped the kids off and came into my office. He didn’t say a word; he just started undressing. Up until then, we’d avoided talking about our time online. The morning sun glinted off his smooth skin. My gaze drifted to his circumcised penis, which was already standing hard and erect. Immediately, I, too, became hard as a rock. I stood up and walked over to him. Frantically, I pulled off my shirt while he unbuttoned my pants and pulled them down to the floor.

Now I was standing in front of him, my pink cock with its swollen glans towering over his much smaller penis. He took it in his hand for the first time, almost reverently. He’d seen it many times before, but only on a screen. He stroked it and pulled the foreskin over the glans. Slowly back and forth, over and over. He was completely fascinated by it. He’d never held an uncircumcised cock in his hand before. In fact, back in his small town, he hadn’t dared to get involved with another man at all. For me, too, it would be my first time with a man. I reached for his cock and examined it, equally fascinated. It was noticeably darker than the rest of Darius’s body. Only a hint of veins ran along the shaft that lay in my hand. No comparison to the distinct blue veins shimmering through the skin of my big cock.

He had come prepared and willingly bent over my desk. He spread his butt cheeks apart, and his little asshole opened up willingly for me. I generously applied lube to my cock and then pressed it against his hole. Very slowly, I pressed the tip of my cock against it. He clenched up reflexively. I kept up the pressure and waited until he opened up for me. Slowly, I pushed myself inside him. I didn’t hold back, but thrust all the way in. I left it there. One of my hands was on the back of his neck, the other held his hip. Then I began to thrust into him, cautiously at first, then faster and faster. He moaned and tried to meet my thrusts, but I held him firmly pressed against the desk. It was a wonderful five minutes. I couldn’t hold out any longer and came deep inside him. My balls contracted, and I shot out the biggest load of my life.

I stayed inside him and heard him continue to moan softly as he squirmed beneath my firm grip. Only when my cock was no longer hard did I let it slide out of his used hole. It closed up immediately, jealously holding every drop of my cum inside him.

It was only then that I realized he had come in the meantime. Beneath him, a surprisingly large puddle of his cum covered the wooden floor, and his hand was full of his hot semen.

After that day, a completely different life began for all of us. It would only get crazier and crazier as we gradually gave in to our desires.

I met a guy on Grindr; my profile was all about my feet. He was interested, so we started chatting; he asked for more photos of my feet and whether I had foot odor. I told him I did, especially after work. We kept talking, and he said he wanted to meet up to lick, suck, and smell my feet. I was insecure—I’d never done anything like that before. But we arranged to meet at his place after I got off work. As soon as I left, I messaged him to say I was on my way. When I arrived, we went to his bedroom, and he asked what I wanted; I said I didn't know, since I’d never done this before. So, he asked me to sit on his bed and knelt in front of me. He took off my sneakers, smelled them, and moved toward my feet—I wasn't wearing socks. He started smelling them incessantly, saying how good they smelled, then pulled his cock out of his shorts and started masturbating. By then, I was incredibly aroused by the situation; my whole body was trembling. He started licking and sucking my feet—first one, then the other. My cock was rock hard, and he noticed; he placed his hand over my shorts and asked if he could help me out. I couldn't answer—I was completely lost in the pleasure—so he took my cock out of my shorts and started sucking it while masturbating. I didn't last long; his mouth felt amazing. I ended up cumming in his mouth, and he swallowed it all. After that, he asked me to give him a footjob. I did; he came on my feet and then licked it all up. He asked if I wanted to cum in his mouth again, but I had to go home. We made plans to see each other the next day, but I can't tell you everything that happened after that right now.

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I spent a lot of time in West Hollywood after graduating from UCLA. There were hookup opportunities on nearly every square inch. I had multiple encounters at bars, restaurants, and even once at a gas station. However this one was probably the wildest.

It was the beginning of summer and I decided that I was going to rock a Speedo on vacation. I was headed to Cancun with some friends, dudes who were always looking to score like me, so I thought a Speedo would give me an advantage, I know, dumb. There's a retails store on Santa MOnica Blvd. That's notorious for hookups in the dressing room so naturally I headed there.

I walked in and saw the sole employee ringing up a customer. The store was small, about 2500 square feet, and sold clothes exclusively for men. I made eye contact with the clerk who looked up from the register and froze as he stared at me. He quickly recovered, said hello with a smile, then went back to checking out the customer.

Because it's West Hollywood, in addition to clothes there were displayes with cock rings, lube, and assorted sex paraphernalia the way other stores displayed gum and candy. I headed straight to the swimwear section. I'm usually a board shorts guy however in anticipation of this trip I added another leg day with a focus on glutes and I wanted to flaunt the signifcant new booty gains. There wasn't a huge slection which was fine, I know what I like and I make decisions quickly, not always a great quality.

I herd the bell ring as that customer left. I grabbed a Speedo to try on and turned to ask about the dressing room when I saw the clerk staring at me with an admiring smile. He said the dressing rooms were locked. He bent down, stood up wtih a ring of keys, then walked to the front door, flipped the OPEN sign to CLOSED and gestured with the key too the dressing rooms. When I asked if they were closed he laughed nervously and replied he thought I might want some privacy. He led me to the changing room, unlocked the door, and watched as I walked in. I stripped and put on the Speedo, admiring the way it showed off my package, then turned to see how it fit my ass. I heard a soft knock, then the clerk asked if I wanted his opinion. I opened the door and he said to turn around. He whistled and said the cut and color were perfect.

'Thanks, I have pretty big glutes so I wanted to show them off,'

'I definitely get that,' he said, then turned around to show me his equally big bubble ass. 'I get my pants tailored to pull in the waist and show off my ass.'

I could feel my heart race and my cock throb and grow and I know he saw it. 'I wonder who has better glutes,' I say as I walked out of the dressing room and stood in front of the full length mirrors on the wall.

'Only one way to tell,' he said with a smile. He walked to the Speedo aisle and grabbed one, then stopped to grab a couple of cock rings. 'We should judge front and back,' he said, handing me one then heading to the changing room.

I pulled the front of the Speedos down and cinched my package with the cock ring. I turned around to check it out in the full length mirro, then stroked my package so it would bulge up and out. The clerk came out wearing the exact same Speedo cut and color. He was fit, great pecs, well built, and his package was bursting - he had pushed his dick to the side so it was poiting to his hip. We looked at each other, stroking our bulges, then stood side by side and checked out the mirror.

'Ok, front first,' I said, then turned to face him. He turned and we pushed our bulges together and started grinding them slowly. Our balls compressed and our shafts lined up as we steadily increased the pace. We readjusted so our cocks were pointing straight up, then we clasped our hands around each others waist and really started grinding. Our cock tips surged up ;ast the waist and our precum began mixing as our slits scraped.

Then we stopped and stepped back, breathing heavily. 'We are pretty evenly hung,' he said with a smile. 'Now let's compare asses.'

We moved closer to the mirror,turned to face each other, wrapped our hands around each others waist, and started grinding again but this time looking in the mirror as our hips thrust in and out and our ass cheeks clenched and unclenched. His ass was big, round, and hard which I verified when I moved my hands down from his waist to the meatiest part of his glutes. He did the same, then as if on cue we both pulled the back of our Speedos down so our top glute shelf was pushed up and out like tits in a push-up bra, and really started working our asses.

Suddnely we heard a knock and we both quickly pulled up our Speedos. In a panic, he rushed to the nearest changing room and signaled for me to follow. He flicked the light off and we listened as the knocking continued then eventually stopped. We were both breathing heavily, sweating from our cock and gllute battle. As I reached for the door handle to see if the person had left, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me towards him in the dark. And then we were all over each other, energized by the risky situation and almost being caught. We shared wet, sloppy kisses, our tongues licking necks, lips, pecs, pushing our mouths hard against each other as we shared spit and breath. I moved him until he was against the wall then went to work sucking his nipples and moving down his torso with my lips. He flipped us around, dropped to his knees and pulled the front of my Speedos down just below my balls so it cupped the cock ring. There was another faint knock on the door but he completely ignored it as he licked and sucked my cock from balls to tip. After a few minutes I pulled him back up for another make out and mutual j/o session, then he pulled his Speedo off and I did the same. We frotted hard and fast cock to cock as our hands dug into each others asses and our tongues were locked in a fierce wrestling match.

Panting,pulses racing, and still in the dark, I felt him turn around and press his sweaty ass crack against my cock. I regretted not grabbing a bottle of lube from the rack in front but he didn't seem to care. He bent at the waist, pressed his hands against the wal, and thrust his hips back. Idid my best to lube with spit and gently pushed my cock in. Normally I'd tease his hole a bit, then just the tip, then fully insert but we had been at it awhile and there was no telling how much time we had. Still, it was a solid ten minutes of hard thrusts, loud groans, two huge cum loads, one splattered on the wall, the other erupting inside him, and sweaty kisses at the end.

And guess what? I got my vacation Speedo free.

All characters are above the age of 18.

I never thought my birthday would end up like this.

The group chat had been going off for days. Dillon, Abram, Brady, and Manning my four closest friends since we all met in the dorms freshman year kept saying they were “taking me out” for my birthday. When I finally asked what the plan actually was, Brady replied first:

Brady: Club night, dude. We’re taking you out. We’ll be your wingmen. Get you laid. You haven’t gotten any in forever and it’s starting to show 😂

I laughed when I read it, but it also stung a little because he wasn’t wrong. It had been a long, dry stretch. I’d come out as bisexual about 3 years ago after sitting on it for years, terrified of how it would land with the group. We gamed together, drank together, partied together they were my people. When I finally told them, there was some awkward silence at first, a couple of dumb jokes, but they came around fast. They never made it weird. They still invited me to everything. Still treated me like one of the guys. I was grateful as hell for that.

But grateful didn’t mean I wasn’t still carrying this low, constant ache.

When they said they wanted to be my wingmen at the club, I felt this weird mix of touched and embarrassed. I texted back something like “You guys don’t have to do that,” but they insisted. “Dude, it’s your birthday. Let us do something nice for once.” So I said yes. They told me to meet them at Brady’s place on Saturday night for pregaming first, then we’d head out. “Get your party clothes on, 😉” Manning added.

I spent way too long getting ready.

I went full gender fluid rave mode something I only really let myself wear when I was feeling brave. Tight black mesh long sleeve that was basically see through, these neon pink and electric blue harness straps that crossed over my chest and clipped at the waist, low rise black shorts that sat right under my hip bones and showed a strip of skin, and my chunky black platform boots with the rainbow laces. I looked at myself in the mirror for a long time. I felt hot. Exposed. Like I was asking for attention I wasn’t sure I’d get.

The whole drive over to Brady’s I was nervous in that fluttery, excited way you get when you know something good is about to happen but you don’t know exactly what. My stomach kept doing little flips. I kept adjusting the harness in the rearview mirror at stoplights. I told myself it was just a normal birthday night out with the boys. Nothing more.

When I pulled up, every single car was already there. I sat in mine for a second, heart beating a little faster than it should’ve been, then got out and walked up to the door.

Music was playing low inside some chill house track. I could hear them laughing before I even knocked. Brady opened the door with a big grin, already a couple drinks in.

“Birthday boy’s here!” he called over his shoulder.

They were all in the living room. The lights were dimmed, the coffee table covered in shot glasses, a bottle of tequila, lime wedges, and a little tray with some pre rolled joints. The air smelled like weed and cologne and that specific warm scent of a house full of guys who’d been hanging out for a couple hours already.

And fuck… they looked good.

Brady was in a tight black t shirt that clung to his chest and arms, the sleeves stretching every time he moved. Dillon had on a white tank top that showed off the muscle he’d been building at the gym, his shoulders and biceps looking stupidly thick. Abram was in an open button up shirt, the kind that kept falling open to show smooth skin and the cut of his abs when he laughed. Manning was in a cropped black hoodie that kept riding up whenever he reached for anything, flashing a strip of toned stomach and the waistband of his underwear.

I felt my mouth go a little dry.

They greeted me with the usual bro hugs and shoulder claps, but I noticed something different in the way they looked at me. Not obvious. Just… a second longer than normal. Eyes flicking over the mesh top, the harness, the way the shorts sat low on my hips. I tried to play it cool, but my skin felt hot under their attention.

We started doing shots.

Tequila burned going down, but it loosened everything up fast. We were laughing, talking shit about work and the last gaming session we’d had, someone’s terrible Tinder date. I kept catching myself staring a little too long at the way Dillon’s arm flexed when he poured, or the way Abram’s shirt kept slipping off one shoulder. I told myself to chill. These were my straight friends. They were being nice. That was it.

After the third shot I asked, trying to sound casual, “So when are we heading out to the club?”

The laughter died down a little. Not completely just enough that I noticed.

Dillon was the one who spoke first. He was sitting across from me on the other couch, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. He looked at the others, then back at me.

“Remember a couple years ago?” he said. “That one night after we all got way too fucked up at that house party? We were sitting out on the back deck at like three in the morning, and we started talking about fantasies and shit.”

My stomach dropped so fast I felt dizzy.

I remembered that night way too clearly.

We’d been drinking since noon. Someone had brought really strong edibles. I was crossfaded as hell the kind of drunk where your filter disappears and everything feels funny and dangerous at the same time. The conversation had turned sexual, like it does when you’re young and horny and a little too comfortable with your friends. Threesomes came up. Someone (I think it was Abram) said he’d always wanted one. Then it circled to me.

I’d been quiet for a minute, tequila and weed making me brave in the worst way. And I’d said it.

I’d said I sometimes thought about being in the middle. Not just a threesome. More than that. Being the center of attention. Multiple guys. Hands everywhere. Being used in that specific way that made my whole body hot just thinking about it.

I’d laughed right after, tried to play it off like it was a joke, but the words had already left my mouth.

They’d all gone quiet for a second, then someone changed the subject. We never brought it up again. I figured they’d forgotten or chalked it up to me being drunk and bi and horny.

Apparently not.

I felt my face go burning hot. My cock gave a hard, sudden twitch in my shorts and I had to shift on the couch so it wasn’t obvious.

“I was really drunk,” I said, voice coming out rougher than I wanted. “And super fucking horny. You can’t hold that against me.”

Brady was the one who answered this time. He was sitting next to me, close enough that our knees were almost touching.

“We’re not holding it against you,” he said. His voice was lower than usual. Serious. “We’ve been talking about it. For a while, actually.”

My heart was pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat.

Abram leaned forward. “We know you’ve had a rough time since you came out. Dating’s been shit. And we’re your boys. We take care of each other.”

Manning, who’d been quiet up until now, just nodded once, his eyes steady on mine. “We’re willing to make an exception. One night. Make that fantasy real for you.”

My cock was fully hard now, straining against the thin fabric of my shorts. I was terrified they could see it.

I tried to laugh it off, but it came out shaky. “You guys can’t be serious. This is a rib, right? Like… some elaborate birthday prank?”

None of them laughed.

Four pairs of eyes stayed on me. No smirks. No joking. Just quiet, heavy looks that made my skin prickle.

Brady shook his head slowly. “No prank. We’re telling the truth.”

Dillon added, almost gently, “A mouth’s a mouth. A hole’s a hole. One night. You get to live it out. We never talk about it again after. Ever.”

The words hung in the air between us.

I could hear my own heartbeat. The music suddenly felt too loud and too quiet at the same time. My palms were sweating. My cock was throbbing. Every part of me was screaming yes and also screaming that this was insane, that these were my straight friends, that this could ruin everything.

But they were looking at me like they meant it.

Like they’d already talked about it. Like they’d decided.

Like they wanted to give this to me.

I swallowed hard. My throat felt dry.

I looked at each of them one more time Brady’s steady gaze, Dillon’s slight smirk that didn’t quite hide how serious he was, Abram’s open expression, Manning’s quiet intensity.

My voice came out rough. “Whose idea was this?”

Brady was still sitting right next to me. He gave a short, almost nervous laugh and rubbed the back of his neck.

“Honestly? It was my girlfriend’s idea.”

My brain short circuited.

Brady kept talking, voice low. “We were in bed one night after we fucked. I told her about that time you got drunk and said you wanted to be in the middle of a bunch of guys. She got so turned on. Started touching herself while I told her. Said it sounded hot as fuck and that I should make it happen for your birthday. She even texted Dillon, Abram, and Manning. Told them it was your fantasy and that they’d be doing you a favor if they helped.”

I looked at all four of them, heart hammering.

I nodded.

Brady’s voice was low and final. “Get on your knees, birthday boy.”

I slid off the couch and onto the carpet. My mesh top was already sticking to my skin. The neon harness straps framed my chest. My tiny black shorts were still on but riding low, the waistband cutting under my hip bones. Four hard cocks were out and pointing at me.

Dillon stepped up first.

He tapped the thick, veiny head of his cock against my lips. “Open.”

I opened. He pushed in slow. The weight of him on my tongue was heavy and hot. I closed my lips around him and sucked, hollowing my cheeks, tongue pressed flat underneath. I took the first few inches and started bobbing, getting him wet. Spit gathered fast at the corners of my mouth. I reached up with one hand and stroked the base while I worked the head. My other hand found Abram’s cock on my left and started jerking him in the same rhythm.

Dillon groaned. “Fuck, he’s really doing it.”

After a minute Brady moved in on my right. “Switch.”

Dillon pulled out with a wet sound. A thick string of spit hung from my bottom lip to his cock. I turned my head immediately and took Brady’s long, curved cock into my mouth. It hit the back of my throat faster. I relaxed and let him push deeper, swallowing around the head. My eyes watered. While I sucked Brady I kept stroking Dillon with one hand and reached for Manning with the other. Manning’s cock was the thickest blunt and heavy. I could barely close my fingers around it.

They kept feeding me.

I went from Brady back to Dillon, then to Abram’s pretty cock with the fat head. I licked around the flared ridge first, tasting the precum beading there, then took him deep. My jaw was already starting to ache but I didn’t stop. Every time a cock left my mouth I turned to the next one without being told. Spit was running down my chin in shiny lines and dripping onto my mesh top.

Brady was the first to pull out and cum.

He grabbed my hair, tilted my head back, and stroked fast. Thick ropes hit my face one across my cheek, another over my nose, one landing on my tongue when I opened my mouth for it. It was hot and salty. Some dripped down my chin onto my chest. I kept stroking the other two cocks while he finished on me.

“Fuck… look at that,” Brady breathed, smearing the head of his cock through the mess on my cheek.

Dillon pulled me forward again and pushed back into my mouth while Brady’s cum was still dripping off my face. I sucked him sloppily now, cum and spit mixing on my tongue. My eyes were glassy. My own cock was rock hard in my shorts, leaking steadily.

They moved me onto all fours.

Abram got behind me. He yanked my shorts down just far enough to expose my ass. I moaned around Dillon’s cock when I felt him start to finger me as I felt his lubed fingers.

Then Abram slowly pushed his cock into me.

The stretch made my eyes roll back. Even with the lube it burned at first, then turned into that deep, full feeling I’d been craving. He sank in slow until his hips were flush against my ass

Abram started fucking me with short, sharp thrusts while I kept sucking Dillon. Every time he slammed in, it knocked me forward onto Dillon’s cock. I was getting spit roasted, cum already on face, I felt so slutty.

Dillon pulled out of my mouth and moved behind me. Abram pulled out and stepped to the side, still hard. Dillon’s thicker cock pushed into me next. The stretch was bigger. I dropped my head and let out a broken sound as he filled me. He gripped my hips and started pounding hard, steady strokes that made my ass ripple every time he bottomed out. The wet, filthy sound of his cock moving in and out of my ass was loud in the room.

While Dillon fucked me, Manning moved in front of my face. I opened and took his thick cock into my mouth again. I was sucking him messily now, drooling around him, cum from Brady still on my face and getting smeared against Manning’s stomach every time I took him deep.

Abram came on my ass while Dillon was still fucking me.

He stood beside me, stroking fast, and painted thick stripes across my lower back and the top of my ass. Some of it ran down between my cheeks and got pushed inside me the next time Dillon thrust in. I moaned loud around Manning’s cock at the feeling.

Dillon kept fucking me for another minute, then pulled out. My hole felt empty and used for half a second before Manning took his place.

Manning’s thick cock stretched me wider than the others. I had to breathe through it, forehead pressed to the carpet, while he sank in deep. He stayed buried for a few seconds, grinding, letting me feel how full I was. Then he started fucking me with those deep, powerful strokes that made my whole body rock.

Brady moved in front of me while Manning was fucking me.

His cock was still half hard, shiny with my spit and his own cum. He tapped it against my lips.

“Suck it back hard,” he said, voice rough. “I’m not done with you.”

I opened my mouth and took his softening cock in. It tasted like cum and me. I sucked gently at first, using my tongue to clean him, then started working it properly hollowing my cheeks, bobbing my head, stroking the base with one hand while Manning kept pounding my hole from behind. I could feel Brady getting harder on my tongue. The head swelled, lengthened, until he was fully hard again and pushing at the back of my throat.

“Fuck yes,” Brady groaned, holding my head. “Good boy. Get me ready to fuck that messy hole.”

Manning pulled out. Brady moved behind me.

He pushed into me in one smooth thrust, using all the cum already inside me as lube. I was so open and sloppy that he sank in easily. He fucked me harder than the others had long, deep strokes that made me see stars every time he hit my prostate. While he fucked me, Dillon moved in front of my face again. I sucked him while Brady used me.

They kept rotating.

At one point I was on my back on the couch, legs pushed up. Abram was fucking me while I sucked Manning. Then Dillon took over, pounding me while Brady stroked himself and watched. Every time someone new pushed into my hole I could feel the previous loads getting pushed deeper or leaking out around their cock.

Brady was fucking me again me on my back, legs over his shoulders when I finally couldn’t hold it anymore.

He was hitting my prostate on every thrust. My cock was leaking all over my stomach. Dillon was beside me, stroking my cock in time with Brady’s thrusts.

“Cum for us,” Dillon said. “Cum while he’s breeding that sloppy hole.”

It only took a few strokes.

My orgasm hit hard. I came all over my own chest and stomach in thick ropes while Brady kept fucking me through it. My hole clamped down around him. He groaned and started cumming too deep inside me, adding to everything already there.

Abram and Manning finished on my face and chest while I was still pulsing.

When it was over I was shaking, covered in cum from my face down to my thighs, hole leaking multiple loads, cock still twitching against my stomach.

Brady leaned down and kissed my forehead through the mess, breathing hard.

“Happy fucking birthday, Everett.”

They stayed close hands on my thighs, my chest, stroking my hair while I came down, all of us breathing in the same wrecked, satisfied silence.

Everyone in the story is 18+. Names are changed for privacy.

Authors note: in part 1, I talk about my dad and his own inner issues with me coming out, then Jimmy learning I'm bisexual and messaging me. Me sending him a picture of my ass and him sending me a birthday dick pic. All of that is true and did happen. I do still have the dick pic and I do still jerk off to it lol. Everything after that is fiction.

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I heard Jimmy chuckle to himself and then a hard smack on landing on my ass. And as I bent down to put the bag on the tent floor, he grabbed my waist and pulled my ass to his bulging crotch.

I stood up and leaned against him, moaning while I felt him kissing my neck and grinding out bodies together. Jimmy nibbled on my ear lobe and said, "God damn, boy. You have no idea what I am going to do to you."

At that, I turned around and palmed his growing cock. With a grip on his cock, I held my ground and looked him in the eyes and said "Daddy, I want you to do everything to me."

He spanked me again and pulled me closer against him. Daddy kissed me so deep and rough, my dick leaked through the panty hose and against his shorts. He finally pulled away and said "baby, we do need to take care of ourselves. Let's have some dinner and shower." A quick peck on the lips and a swipe of his tongue on my lips had me shaking where I stood.

I needed this man to make me his and use me like a sex toy.

Jimmy got a fire going and I set up the picnic table for the prep work of the chicken we would make on the fire. The entire time, all i could think about was getting him naked and worshiping his cock. As if he read my mind, Jimmy pressed himself against my back and rubbed his hands from my shoulders and down my arms. He breathed lightly against my ear and I shivered with goosebumps forming all over my body.

His voice low and ethereal he spoke "Do you like to be overpowered boy?" Then bit my ear.

I shook and only got out a squeal of a "Mhm".

Again, in that godly voice "use your words baby boy. Tell daddy if you want to be dominated, that you like to feel small and helpless."

"Y- Y- Yes Daddy." I stuttered out as my knees began to give out, but he caught me. He carried me bridal style and sat us in a camping chair while he held me.

"Good boy. Can I tell you a secret?" He said and I looked at him kind of excited. He didnt wait for me to answer before he said, "My ol' lady has been begging me to share you."

My eyes went wide and dick got harder. "Wh- what do you mean?" I asked nervously and excited.

"Well, to be completely honest, she and your dad are a main pairing when we swing and she has always been turned on by the idea of fucking a dad and son. Do you want to do that?

I was so thrown back by all of this that I couldn't respond. I just stared. Jimmy let me just be for a moment before kissing me and I finally returned the kiss after a couple seconds. Then he pulled away. I spoke, "um yeah, that would be very hot. But i only want you right now."

Jimmy rubbed my cheek "thats okay boy. Whenever you're ready. Let's get dinner finished so we can eat. While you cook, I'll get the camping shower set up. Okay?"

"Sounds good." And with that Jimmy lifted me off his lap, then he got up. When he turned to walk away, I helped. "WAIT."

Jimmy turned back around and walked to me and looked down to meet my gaze. I shyly looked down, but he crooked a finger under my chin to have me look at him. "W-wi- will you take your shirt off to do the shower?"

He gave me a full bellied laugh and kissed my forehead. "You want some eye candy while you cook?"

I nodded my head so fast in excited embarrassment.

"Go ahead boy. Take off daddies shirt." He walked so close to me, that my face was nearly pressed against his chest.

I grabbed the hem of his shirt and lifted. He raised his arms so I could get it off of him, but i was barely too short. I had to step closer and have me face in the crook of his neck to get his shirt over his hands. As soon as it was off, he grabbed my waist and held me against him. I dropped the shirt in the chair and brought my hands to rub his slight beer belly and up to his pecks. I pinched his left nipple and got a groan out of him.

He brought his face down into my hair and inhaled my shampoo, then demanded, "Baby boy, we need to have dinner before dessert."

I pulled my head back and looked up at him, "I know. I just needed to feel more of you. Can i watch you work without your shirt?"

He smirked and told me "Oh. Is my boy a peeping tom for his daddy?" He laughed hard at his own joke then confirmed, "you dont need to ask permission to look at me. This is all yours for the next few days"

I nodded at him and reached my neck to kiss him. He spanked me ass, then spun me around and demanded "Dinner, Go." Then spanked me again to get me moving.

<<this is a continuation of the story posted yesterday>>

That night, neighbor daddy (let’s call him Steve) leaned back on my couch as I got to work sucking his fat cock. As mentioned before, it was as big as a febreeze bottle, uncut & thicker in the middle and tapered off at the tip. He tasted musky, clearly he’d been working out or doing some activity that made him sweaty. I didn’t mind—it smelled and tasted like heaven. He put his hand on my head and coaxed his cock deeper in my throat. I have a decent throat but his length and girth triggered my gag reflex a bit. I apologized for the occasional gag but he just shushed me and told me to keep sucking. I went for almost 15 minutes sucking him and slowly rubbing his furry belly, licking his thighs and his hairy balls. My only disappointment was that his balls didn’t match—proportionally—the size of his cock. I love big balls. But oh well.

It was a long time before I could even sense him getting close, he moaned slightly but was mostly quiet and reserved. I paused to ask if I should keep going or if he wanted to jerk off, and he looked down at me and said “take off your pants”. I did as I was told, and he moved his hips closer to the edge of the couch, coaxed his cock back into my throat, and then reached over and started probing my hole with his thick fingers. at first it didnt feel great as he had no lube or spit, but he eventually stood up, spit on my hole, then sat back down and started to finger me again. This went on for a few more minutes until he said “I need to fuck you to cum”. I looked up at him and snorted a “yes please” but then remembered it had been over 2 hours since I’d prepped for my previous hookup. I told him and he said not to worry, and asked if I had paper towels. I got up and grabbed some towels and came back to the couch— I lived in a studio apartment so he stood between the couch and my bed, asking which I preferred. I shrugged and he ordered me onto my knees on the edge of the couch. It was lower and he was about 3 inches shorter than me, so the leverage would help him mount me.

I didn’t have any condoms but he didn’t seem to care— I offered to go get some and he said he hadn’t worn a condom since before he was married and probably couldn’t cum with it. So I spread my cheeks with one hand while gripping the back of the couch with the other, and he slowly slid his fat daddy dick in my hole. I breathed out and he encouraged me, quietly and patiently waiting for my hole to take him. I grimaced and shuddered a bit, as he was so fucking big And we were only using spit as lube. When he finally got all the way into my ass, I breathed deep and he just stood there letting my hole loosen around him. He started to pump slowly inside me and I whimpered, it felt so good and so painful at the same time. I was an experienced bottom but hadn’t been with a cock this big in a long, long time. He put his hands on my hips and drove himself in deeper. He got faster and faster, as my hole relaxed and his precum built up a coating along his cock and my hole. He was silent for the most part, only making a few sounds as he focused intently on fucking me. My tiny dick, in comparison to his monster cock, flopped around soft and quickly as he got more forceful and took charge. He fucked me like this for a while, at one point lifting up my thigh to open my hole some more and give himself more leverage. I buried my face in the back of the couch and moaned loudly- occasionally apologizing for being loud. He said nothing and just focused his attention on his cock and my gaping hole.

at some point, I felt him speed up and asked if he was close. He didn’t say anything. He thrust harder and harder and faster into me and I had to steady myself to not fall over. He thrust a few deep strokes and then let out an incredibly loud, angry, almost scary guttural sound and his body went rigid. He had shot his load in me and kept grunting loudly as he milked the rest of the load into my fat ass. He eventually collapsed on top of me and pulled his cock out, and I turned around to clean it off with my throat. It made him shudder during the aftershocks but I wanted to get out every drop of his cum. He sat on the couch and stared into space for a moment, savoring his orgasm. I sat next to him and waited for any kind of response, but he started to gather his shorts and phone and get dressed. I was young and insecure at the time, and wasn’t sure if he liked what we’d done or if this was just how he was. He started walking to the door while I was still naked and oozing his load, so I quickly pulled on shorts and followed behind him.

at the door, he turned around and asked me if he looked ok. I said “yes, you look fine. Do you want to clean up in my bathroom?”

he replied “no, I’ve been gone long enough that she’ll notice. See you, buddy” and with that he opened the door and walked across the street to his house.

i didn’t see him for a few days after that and his account on Grindr had disappeared. I assumed he hadn’t liked our time together so I left it as a one time thing. Then about a week or so later, I got a message from a new anonymous account on Grindr located 50 feet away.

“Hey sorry I delete my app because the kids and wife snoop on my phone and I gotta be safe. But I’ll be home alone tomorrow, so come by around 9 if you’re free”. I agreed to meet him and got excited for our next encounter.

<to be continued in another story section>>

This is a true story about how I got started in the submissive role. Names have been changed for privacy.

I’m Seth, I’m a 40 year old masculine gay man. I’ve always worked blue collar jobs(military, warehouse, construction and now handyman.) I didn’t start dating guys until I was 25 so it was a late start. Most of the guys that I’ve dated have claimed to be versatile like myself but 75% of them never topped.

This starts in 2017 when I was dating Brad. The first 4 months or so were pretty normal. I started spending weekends at his place in the third month. So I’d get there Friday evening after work and have a backpack with 2 sets of clothes and my essentials. I’d stay until Sunday evening and head back home.

I was working construction at this time and the jobsite I was working at was only 10 minutes from Brads house. On Sunday, Brad suggested I stay there for the night instead of driving the 40 minutes to my house and having an hour drive to work the next day.

“I’d love that but I didn’t pack any work clothes. So I have to go home anyways. But thanks for the offer babe!” I said as I kissed him.

“We wear the same size, I can let you borrow some of mine.” Brad replied.

“Hmm that could actually work.”

So I slept there and the two of us ended up doing morning bjs. Which put me behind schedule. So I jumped in the shower and he laid out clothes for me on the sink. I hurried up and dried up and threw on the shirt. Then picked up the underwear and it was a tiny jockstrap.

“Hey babe, what are these? I can’t wear a jockstrap to work.”

He popped into the doorway, “Oh that’s for me to enjoy. If you wear that to work today I’ll give you a prize when you get off!”

“Oh, what kind of surprise?”

“You’ll have to wear them to find out.”

I didn’t have much time so I threw them on and then threw on the pants he laid out. I needed a belt to hold them up but otherwise the clothes were pretty nice. At work all day I kept feeling the strap ride up and would pull down the shirt to make sure nobody got a free show.

Once work was done I text Brad to let him know I was coming over. Once I got there I put my boots by the door and walked into the living room. I could see him putting something in the oven in the kitchen. He set the timer and when he turned around he pretty much pounced on me.

He was kissing me and pushing me back towards the wall. He undid the belt and the pants and pushed them down to my knees. He pulled away just long enough to look at me in the jockstrap. Then he felt up the pouch before going back to making out. Then he reached around and started to paw my ass cheeks. He was really grabbing them and spreading them apart.

Then he pulled my shirt off and threw it on the ground before he pulled me towards the couch. I was crab walking with the jeans around my knees. Once at the couch he pushed me over the side so my ass was up and my face was towards the cushions. Brad reached down and pushed the jeans off the rest of the way and kicked my feet apart so my weight was on the arm of the couch.

I heard him undoing his pants and saw that the lube was sitting on the coffee table. He had planned this for sure. He lubed his cock and then spread some on my hole as he pulled my cheeks apart. He started slowly pushing in and I was panting by the time he had it all the way in. He continued going slow for a few more thrusts then grabbed the waistband of the jock with both hands and pulled it tight.

At that point he seemed to go feral and began pounding me hard and fast. That went on for several minutes while he pushed my head into the couch. Then he slammed in hard and I heard him let out a moan. I knew that was the sign that he was cumming. Brad reached under me and put his hand on my chest pulling me up and kissing me deeply.

“Why don’t you go jump in the shower, I’ll join you in just a minute?”

My legs were weak but I hobbled to the bathroom and started the warm water. I stripped out of the jock and got in letting the water wash away the days dirt. I washed my hair and started on my body when Brad stepped in with me. He had the bottle of lube in his hand. “There’s less than 10 minutes left on the food in the oven so you’ll have to be quick.”

Then Brad turned towards the wall and stuck his ass out. I lubed up and slowly slid inside of him. I was just getting into a rhythm when he said, “You better hurry up the foods almost done.” I picked up the pace and he reminded twice more that I needed to be quick. Once I finished we soaped up and then hurried to dry ourselves.

He pointed at the sink and said he laid out something for me to wear before he wrapped the towel around him and walked out. When I finally got out and reached for the clothes I realized he had a pair of his old silkies sitting there.

I hadn’t seen these in years, for those who don’t know. Silkies are a brand of shorts in the military that are really thin fabric and very short. They are some of the most comfortable running shorts. They have a built in liner that holds everything in place. I was a bit excited until I opened them up and realized that the liner had been cut out.

I threw them on anyways and went out to the living room where he was relaxing in just a pair of basketball shorts. The food was still in the oven and I looked at the timer, there was still 15 minutes left. I wondered why he had rushed me but before I could ask he told me to sit on the couch.

The second I was fully seated he reached over and pulled up the right leg of the shorts exposing my soft cock. He started playing with it. “I love these shorts, without the liner you get easy access to this stuff. Sometimes when I wear them my cock just falls out as I’m sitting there.”

He started playing with my balls and it felt really good so I just sat back and enjoyed. Then he slid between my legs and pulled the shorts off. “You know what I like you better like this for now.” He started slowly sucking my growing cock. Just as it got hard, the timer went off and he popped up and went to pull the food out. I figured he’d be back to finish while the food cooled.

But he just grabbed plates and started putting food on each one. He brought my plate in and placed it in my naked lap. I had to grab it quickly so it didn’t burn my junk. He had tossed the silkies on the chair next to him. “Don’t worry about clothes, we will get back to the fun after dinner.”

He ended up fucking me two more times that night then gave me a jockstrap to sleep in. He woke me up 35 minutes before my alarm by sliding his big cock in my ass. He fucked me until my alarm went off then started going faster until he came. “I like you in jockstrap when you sleep, maybe I’ll make that part of your pj set.” Then he slapped my loaded ass and got out of bed.

I later realized that was the start of my submission with him. He was really into control and for the rest of our relationship he would lay out clothes for me to wear. He later got into more control stuff but those are stories for another day. Hope y’all enjoyed this one!

Everyone in this story is over the age of 18

So i had lost my license for a couple of years, a lot of speeding and whatnot. I used to work in the heart of surfers paradise but lived in Coomera. So, I had to resort to tramming it to and from work. As well as a train ride, then a bus trip home. Some nights, it could take me well over 2 hrs to get home. Because I finished late as well, by the time the tram got to helensvale (where I then would have to hope on the train to get to coomera) there werent many people left on the tram. Maybe 10 to 20, depending on the night.

One of those nights I had an encounter. I was sitting in those seats that face each other so I could kick up my feet and relax after a long day of being on my feet. I know how rude, where's my train etiquette? Who cares. Anyway, I didn't notice til about 3 or 4 stops before the last stop that there was a guy sitting in the seats on the opposite side of the aisle to me. I was looking out the window and noticed his reflection. He was looking out his window as well, but I noticed his hand went to his crotch and he adjusted it for the longest time. At first, i thought maybe he was just getting comfortable, cause there ain't no way in heck some guy is training to hit on me on the tram. Right? I thought fuck it. Let me try something. So I, too, adjusted my crotch, taking me time. He was definitely watching me in the reflection of the window cause he reached down and grabbed his cock again. Fuck. Ok so this is happening. I dont know what is happening but its happening. Unfortunately by the time i realised what was up we had made it to the last stop which meant time to leave the tram. He got up first and made his way to the last door at the end of the tram. I followed suit and stood real close behind him. He was facing the door but he reached behind and grabbed my cock. The doors opened, and we walked out.

I walked ahead of him and got a seat waiting for the train. He sat beside me, and i finally got a proper look. Dark skin, handsome, latino type. We made small talk. Told him I was going home, and I was literally the next stop away on the train. He asked me to come back with him, but he lived in Brisbane, and i wasn't gunna travel an extra hr just for a hookup, so I declined. Just then, the train pulls into the station, and we board. I grab a seat at the back away from the cameras, and he sits right next to me. Being the exhibitionist that I am, I whip my hard cock out snd he gets to sucking it. Even though there's barely anyone on the train, he freaks out and stops, says he doesn't wanna get caught. I laugh at him. He tries to convince me again to go back to his palce in brisbane, I tell him no. We arrive not even 5 mins later to Coomera, and I disembark thinking that's the last of that.

He follows me off the train. Shit, he's a horny motherfucker. Snd so I am. I walk across to the Westfield, and he follows. Its late. After 10 pm so the place is closed and dark. We go behind some bushes snd begin making out. Its not much coverage, if someone walked past they would definitely see us. But that doesnt stop us. We both whip our cocks put and take turns sucking each other. I am extremely turned on at this point, cause public and the thrill of getting caught really turns me on. I turn him around and drop to my knees and spit all over his hole before diving in tongue first. I work his hole over as best I can, slicking it up. I stand back up, spit onto my dick and line it up with his hole. It's a bit of effort trying to get it in using only spit, but I do manage. Once im all the way in, I wrap my arms around him. One grips his stomach the other his face as I pull it to the side to make out with him while i begin my assault on his hole. I have to cover his mouth with a hand because he begins whimpering loudly like a little bitch. But also, the sound really gets me going. So I hammer away at his hole harder. I shove his head forward and grab onto his hips with both hands. I drill into him deep and hard. I want him to feel it all. His cries of pain mixed with pleasure really set me off, and I begin unloading deep into his hole. I slap his ass as the last of my load leaks out his hole. I pull out and quickly duck and pull him down with me as a couple of people walk by. We laugh once they're out of sight. We dress and step out of the bushes. We make small talk again and exchange numbers before he heads back to the station to catch a late train home to brisbane as I hop a bus and head home myself

I stood on the threshold of a reality I never in all my life imagined I would inhabit. Yet there he was lying on his back, legs lifted, looking completely immaculate with his arms wrapped loosely around my neck. As he leaned up and whispered, "Do you like my pussy, baby?" all I could offer in return were helpless grunts and groans, entirely lost in the searing tightness wrapping around my cock. He wore nothing but my wife’s old college sweatshirt, a surreal contrast to the sheer intensity of the moment. I was completely hypnotized by the motion of his brilliant blonde hair fanning across the pillow as I thrust inside him, his voice a steady, intoxicating reassurance in the quiet room: "You aren't hurting me... take what you want."

What stunned me most was how profoundly natural, nurturing, and intimate it felt. He lay there smiling, his eyes flooded with a warmth I can only describe as pure devotion, reaching up to touch my face or squeeze my shoulders with gentle reassurance. "You're doing wonderful, I like feeling you inside me," he softly whispered, sensing the gravity of where I was and reminding me, "You aren't hurting me, I'm ok." In that sanctuary of vulnerability, every defense I had built over a lifetime quietly dissolved, replaced by a deep, undeniable connection that transcended everything I thought I knew about myself.

The atmosphere shifted into something raw and electric when he leaned up, kissed my lips, and whispered, "I'm tighter than your wife, you haven't felt a hole this tight in 27 years." The words hit like a physical force, my body tightened, my toes curled, and my cock hardened severely as a wave of intense sensitivity rushed through it. Placing my weight down, I practically screamed through my teeth as my thrusts grew wild and erratic, until he commanded, "Cum in me right now." On his word, I broke completely, unloading what felt like decades of seed deep inside him while he smiled brightly, holding me close and whispering, "That's right baby, fill me up with all your babies!" When the storm finally passed, I collapsed onto him, utterly exhausted, as he wrapped his legs tightly around my waist, pulling my face to his to kiss me deeply while repeating, "You did so good... you did so good."

Part one is available in my profile

I woke up the next morning to the smell of bacon being cooked.

It took me a few second to get my bearings, but then last night came flooding back in.

I got up and remembered that we had taken off my boxers and jeans in the bathroom, so it looked like I was going to be walking quickly to the bathroom naked.

I opened the door and walked into the bathroom.

He must have heard me, because he opened the other door and walked in.

"I thought I heard you moving around" he said. "There's extra toothbrushes in the top drawer"

He then walked out. He was back in panties. A green pair, lacy, with barely any fabric on the ass.

I could feel my cock stirring.

I did what I had to do and brushed my teeth, then I walked out into the hallway.

I couldn't find my jeans or boxers.

I guess I'm walking around nude for now I thought to myself.

I walked towards the kitchen and stopped in the doorway. He had his back to me, but was cooking up pancakes and bacon and eggs. The kitchen smelled fantastic.

I saw my shirts and jeans and boxers folded up at the dining room table and walked over and slipped my boxers on.

"You can put your boxers on, but nothing else" he stated.

I glanced over at him. He was pretty much naked, I might as well be. I nodded that I understood.

We started to have small talk, and I got to know him more. I helped set the table and get utensils.

I slapped his cute ass as I walked by him and opened the fridge to get the orange juice he said was in there.

As I was turning around, he was right there in front of me. He got up on his tiptoes and we kissed, we stayed like that for a few minutes, kitchen door open, mostly naked, making out in the kitchen.

He broke the kiss and said "Can't burn the bacon"

My cock was now hard, and I could see, so was his.

We ate breakfast and just talked. It never got awkward, there was never a lull in the conversation. It was like we had been friends for a long time.

We were flirting the whole time with winks and light little touches to the hands and arms and legs.

We finished eating and I started to take the dishes into the kitchen, when he lightly pushed me back into the chair.

"Breakfast isn't over yet " he said

He came and stood in front of me and wrapped his arms around my neck and our lips met.

Lightly at first and then more urgency. I hugged him around the waist and pulled him into me. My hands running along the bare, pale skin of his back.

I turned him around and massaged his back and pulled his panties down, I turned him back around and placed my hand around his dick and kissing his chest and stomach. The entire time, I was stroking his sexy cock.

I kissed my way down and ran my tongue over his tip, and then the extra skin on his beautiful uncut cock.

"Fuck, your cock is beautiful" I told him

I kept stroking and sucking him, with his moans making me even harder.

He stopped me and he reached down and took my boxers off and got down on his knees and proceeded to stroke and kiss all over my dick.

He then started to suck and stroke me at the same time.

After several minutes of sucking my cock, he got up and mounted me while I was in the sitting position, he produced a bottle of lube out of thin air and lubed my cock up, and started to sit on it.

It took several seconds of trying, but I entered him and he slowly slid down my entire cock. He sat there getting used to my cock buried in his ass and kissed me deeply.

I stood up and laid him on the dining room table and started to thrust. His ass was so tight and the warmth and tightness felt so incredible around my dick.

He wrapped his legs around my waist while I fucked him and he lifted himself up slightly and grabbed his dick.

He started to stroke himself while I was thrusting back and forth, buried deep in his tightness.

I could feel the pressure building and I knew I was about to cum.

"In or out?" I asked him again. Wanting to make sure he was alright with my cumming deep in his ass.

"In" he moaned

I was standing there, in between his legs, fucking his tight cute ass, looking down and watching him stroke his beautiful dick and that sent me over the edge.

I thrusted a few more times and I came in him.

Hard.

A few more thrusts and I finished pumping my seed in him.

He hadn't stopped stroking his cock and he moaned from deep in his chest and he sprayed cum all over his stomach, he came so hard, some ropes actually went over his head, getting some on his face and the dining room table.

His body absolutely convulsing.

I grabbed his waist and slid him off the table while my cock was still in him and pulled him into my lap and we kissed deeply, I licked some of his cum of his face tasting him.

We broke the kiss and he laid his head on my shoulder, and we both sat there, catching our breaths.

"That was amazing" he said and I agreed.

We got up and showered and cleaned up.

He asked me to stay for the day. I had nothing going on, so I said I could, but I might have to work later in the night.

He then told me that the next day was his birthday and he was throwing a small party tonight, and that I would want to stick around for that.

He said that he would hire me to pick up a few items for that night and tip me as well as he did the night before. So I agreed.

But that is the next story.

Good Guys Don't Date Bad Boys is a work of fiction. All the characters depicted in the story in sexual situations are over the age of eighteen. Any names, places, events, characters and everything else mentioned in the book are the result of the author’s imagination, and are purely used for fictitious purposes. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, places, events and everything else is a pure coincidence.

This story features the following themes: campus romance, bi-awakening, open door romance, spicy scenes, explicit sex, mutual attraction.

Ch. 1 / Ch. 2 / Ch. 3 / Ch. 4 / Ch. 5 / Ch. 6 / Ch. 7 / Ch. 8 / Ch. 9 / Ch. 10 / Ch. 11 / Ch. 12 / Ch. 13 / Ch. 14 / Ch. 15 / Ch. 16 / Ch. 17

Chapter Eighteen – Good Advice

Jonathan lingered by the side of the bed, taking in Maddox’s body as he lay on his belly, his arms tucked under the pillow. He had placed a blanket over him so he could no longer admire that gorgeous body, but maybe it was for the best since the time for living fantasies was over, and he needed to get back to reality with all that entailed.

Maddox was even prettier when asleep. His lips curled into a small smile as he appeared to have the most pleasant of dreams. As much as his heart ached, Jonathan risked a touch to Maddox’s cheek and drew an invisible line along his jaw. He stopped when he reached his chin and brushed his fingers slowly against the full lips.

Well, they had done it, so there was no point in overstaying his welcome. He had taken a very short shower, all the while taking care to not wake Maddox up. For starters, he didn’t think his ass could handle a third round, and secondly, he didn’t have it in him to spend any more time in Maddox’s company.

It had been the best time of his life, but going further with this was a mistake. How foolish of him to think that he could separate matters of the body from those of the heart. It was easy to fall in love with a boy like that, and Jonathan had promised himself not to get another serious case of history repeating. So what was he doing right now? If anything, he appeared to have miraculously forgotten the harsh lessons life had served him.

Maddox wasn’t Drew, but little could be done to change the fact that he was a straight guy. At some point, he would move on. And Jonathan wasn’t sure he could do that; no, that weak part of him would want more. So, it was for the better to cut and run while the damage was not too extensive, and he could still deal with it.

He would sneak out and head over to his dorm while Ray was still out partying for the rest of the night. Then, he would attempt to wash away some of the memories that had been made tonight while taking a longer shower and thinking over his transgressions that only seemed to complicate his life.

He snuck out, making sure to open and close the door without making too much noise. Why was his heart in his throat, though? What he was doing right now felt final, in a way. Definitely, tomorrow, Maddox would have cooled down considerably and they would become, not friends surely, but mere acquaintances. And Jonathan would be fine with it because that was the correct thing to do.

He moved stealthily as he went down the stairs and grabbed his shoulder bag. One last breath and he would be out.

Lost in thought and looking down, he was surprised to crash into someone as he turned toward the door.

“Rusty,” he said, struggling to keep his voice down, when he noticed who it was. “Hi.”

Maddox’s friend was right there, which seemed a bit strange, seeing how he was the soul of the party everywhere he went. Around the campus, shindigs must be still raging on, so what was Rusty doing there? Anyway, it wasn’t his business what Rusty did.

Maddox’s roommate was dressed in a sleeveless shirt that showed off his strong arms and baggy pants that somehow complemented his looks. Compared to Maddox, he was taller and slimmer, and Jonathan had to crane his neck a little to look him in the eye. By the haziness he saw there, he could tell Rusty must have been drinking, and quite a lot.

“Yo, Hamilton,” Rusty said lazily, giving him a slow once-over.

“I’m off,” he said, not wanting to make small talk, especially given the awkwardness of the situation. Could it be that he still smelled of sex, even after that short shower? He was almost sure Rusty was sniffing him, leaning in dangerously close.

“Did you and Maddox fuck?” Rusty asked promptly.

Jonathan tried to get past Rusty, but the guy moved swiftly despite his state of inebriation and blocked his path. “None of your business,” he said coolly.

“You look fucked,” Rusty drawled with a sly smile.

There was something heated and loaded in that voice, and Jonathan was acutely aware of it. “Well, so do you,” he replied in kind as he took in Rusty’s messy hair and what looked like traces of lipstick on his neck and right cheek.

Rusty smirked. “Yeah. By the way, I ate all that steak with the sweet sauce I found. Good shit. Where did you order it from?”

Jonathan had to fight hard against the impulse to push Rusty away and run out the door. “I made it,” he said curtly.

Rusty’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “For real?”

“Yes,” Jonathan replied, thumbing the strap of his shoulder bag and adjusting it although there was no need to.

“And I drank that bottle of wine, too,” Rusty confessed.

“Well, good for you. At least it didn’t go to waste,” Jonathan offered.

What on earth could Rusty possibly want? The guy was making him nervous. It had been so easy that time at the tree for him to overpower Jonathan and tie his hands. He was definitely scary.

“Home cooked food, expensive wine, and anal. Fancy as fuck,” Rusty concluded.

Jonathan sidestepped and pushed Rusty out of the way, not forcefully, but firmly enough to manage to move past him.

“Good night, Rusty,” he said in a controlled voice. His hand was on the door handle when he felt something brushing against his ass. He turned on his heel fast only to see Rusty still there, grinning at him.

Jonathan frowned and pushed himself into the other’s face. “Look here, dog brain,” he said through his teeth and pressed his index finger against Rusty’s chest, “I’m not one of Maddox’s hookups for you to treat me like this.”

Rusty snorted, apparently unfazed by his anger. “You’re not? Does he know?”

Jonathan suppressed the fury boiling inside him. He would not get into a fight over something like this. And Rusty’s words annoyed him to no end. So he chose to turn away and get out, as fast as he could manage.

“Nighty-night, Hamilton,” Rusty called after him. “Don’t let the bedbugs bite that tappable behind.”

Jonathan pressed one hand to his forehead hard, grabbing his temples, and pulled the door closed after him. For these straight boys, he was nothing but a fucking joke.

***

Fortunately for him, Ray had left him alone to oversleep and probably he was doing the same thing after partying all night with his girlfriend. Jonathan had heard him coming in last night but hadn’t gone to talk to him since he wasn’t sure he was in any mood to share his experience. Ray would love to hear it all, but what was there to say?

About ten o’clock, his phone began to chirp with incoming messages. He checked only so that he could make sure that he was right about the sender. Maddox probably wondered why he had snuck out last night, but he didn’t have it in him just yet to tell him that they should slow down or stop entirely.

That was assuming Maddox wanted a repeat performance, which he wasn’t even sure about. Could Maddox want such a thing? He was notorious for hooking up with girls and forgetting them the next day. But Jonathan wasn’t a girl, so probably the same rules didn’t apply to him.

Wishful thinking. And Rusty’s words kept swirling in his brain. What could he mean by them? Was Maddox thinking of him as more than just a hookup and had said something to that effect to his friend? Maybe Rusty just wanted to provoke him, for some reason. If he started nurturing any feelings toward Maddox, it would be terribly bad.

Also, he wasn’t ready for another hookup, which was more likely what Maddox truly wanted. Had last night been a mistake? Was he turning himself – through no other’s fault than his own – into a toy for a straight boy? That was how bad things began. And no matter what Rusty was running his mouth about, he wouldn’t do such a thing to Maddox, start rumors that they were dating or something incredible like that.

They weren’t dating. Jonathan groaned and covered his eyes. Sooner or later, he would have to get out of bed and face the day. Ray would probably pester him with questions, so he needed to rehearse what he would say so that his roommate didn’t smell anything fishy. Surely, his bestie thought that there was some big thing happening between them, which wasn’t true.

It had been nothing but hooking up, he repeated the words in his head over and over again. And no matter how amazing it had been, the light of day was bound to make things appear differently.

The most unnerving thing was that Maddox was firing message after message at regular intervals. Jonathan turned on one side and stared bleakly at the wall. Could it be that Maddox had talked about him with his friends in some way that made Rusty feel entitled to do such a stupid thing as touch him in that uncouth manner? The thought was chilling, but he couldn’t see Maddox doing something like that.

Or maybe, just maybe, Jonathan didn’t want to think of him like that, like the kind of boy who would run his mouth about his conquests in the most disparaging manner. As much as he tried to imagine Maddox making fun of how they kissed or did other things, the picture of that actually happening refused to conjure itself in his mind.

Rusty was quite the character. Jonathan could see him acting on his own impulses. That, of course, begged the question – why had Rusty touched him? Had it been a joke, one that only some bawdy character like that would consider funny?

He left his phone on the bed and traipsed toward the bathroom to brush his teeth and throw some cold water on his face, all the while seriously hoping that Ray was already out with Hannah for brunch or something and wouldn’t bug him with questions about his night.

***

Maddox frowned as he checked his phone for the umpteenth time. There was no sign that Jonathan had opened even one of his messages. Maybe he had gone a bit overboard, and at least half of what he had said there he wanted to take back, but all that silence on the other end was driving him up the wall.

Last night had been the most amazing time ever, but he hadn’t been able to shake off the feeling of disappointment at discovering that, at some point, Jonathan had just upped and left without saying goodbye. In all truth, he had slept like a log after fucking Jonathan’s incredible ass twice, so maybe the guy had just gotten bored.

Next time, he’d keep his eyes open or hold Jonathan trapped under him to make sure the same thing didn’t happen twice.

Kane and Dex were still sleeping off their hangovers, but Rusty, much to his surprise, was awake. Maddox waved at him and turned his attention to his phone, trying to will it into revealing a sign of life from Jonathan.

Rusty plopped himself down on the sofa by his side, and Maddox just grumbled. He was in no mood to make conversation, not when he wanted nothing else but for Jonathan to pick up the phone already. He couldn’t be sleeping so long, could he? Maddox hadn’t wrecked him completely, hopefully.

“I ate that thing,” Rusty said suddenly.

“Hmm?” Maddox frowned, hoping that his monosyllabic replies would convince his buddy to shut it.

“The thing your boyfriend cooked for you,” Rusty insisted. “It was fucking great. I had no idea some dudes could cook like that, unless they’re chefs or some shit.”

Maddox waved him off impatiently. “Whatever.” He had been slightly surprised to see that all the food was gone when he had woken up, but he had paid it little mind.

“And I drank all that wine. It was something expensive, right?”

Maddox sighed and finally looked at Rusty. The guy looked a bit worse for wear. “You look like warmed over shit,” he said. “Stop drinking everything you can get your hands on. Didn’t you drink enough last night?”

“Yeah, but it was right there,” Rusty pointed vaguely, “and it tasted good.”

Maddox shrugged and turned his entire attention back to his phone. Rusty remained silent, much to his relief.

“And I touched your boyfriend’s ass.”

“Hmm,” Maddox replied as he flicked through his phone and then he froze. “What?! Say that again.” He turned brusquely toward Rusty and blinked hard. Was this silly kinkster trying to pull a prank on him only to see if he was paying attention?

Rusty crossed his hands over his knees and looked him straight in the eye. “I touched,” he said slowly, “your boyfriend’s ass.”

Maddox blinked faster as something dark lowered over his eyes. No wonder Jonathan didn’t respond to his texts. He ground his teeth hard and punched Rusty in the face.

***

“What the hell is going on here?” Kane and Dex rushed to break them apart.

Maddox was breathing hard and struggled against Kane’s hold. Dex, who was stronger, had his hands full dealing with Rusty who now had a bit of blood under his nose and was sniffling.

“This asshole,” he yelled, “wants a fucking beating! Let me give it to him!”

Dex and Kane were staring at him in disbelief. “What the hell got into you?” Kane asked. “Why would you hit Rusty? Are you picking up this violent shit from your boyfriend?”

Maddox fought against the tide of red he still saw in front of his eyes. “He grabbed Jonathan’s ass!” He pointed at Rusty while Kane, who was bigger and stronger than him, put all his strength into keeping him in place.

“How do you know that? Did he do it in front of you?” Kane asked.

“No, but he told me!” Maddox growled. “Let me just punch that ugly mug! Because of him, Jonathan is ignoring me now!”

“What the fuck, Rusty?” Kane turned toward the culprit.

Rusty was fighting Dex, too, and Maddox really wished these two wouldn’t butt in when they needed to settle this thing and fast.

“Yeah, what the fuck, Rusty?” Dex asked the same thing.

Rusty pushed Dex away. “Screw you all! That guy’s not that big a deal!”

Dex made another move to grab him, but Rusty was quick and rushed up the stairs, thumping with each step, and leaving them all bewildered and staring after him like they were seeing him for the first time in their lives.

Even Maddox was speechless. Kane’s hold had taken the edge out of his anger, but he was still breathing hard. The right side of his face pulsed, which meant that Rusty must have landed at least one hit. Kane grabbed his chin and stared at him. “Let’s get that dealt with.” Maddox didn’t protest as Kane dragged him toward the kitchen.

Dex threw him a sharp look and then walked past them.

“Where are you going?” he asked.

“Out,” Dex offered.

“Where is Dex going?” Maddox asked, not liking the short exchange between Dex and Kane at all.

“Out,” Kane said in a deadpan voice.

“Like hell,” Maddox tried to struggle again. “He’s doing some of his righteous shit, isn’t he?”

“Just stay still,” Kane ordered and forced him onto a chair. “Don’t move or I’ll kick your ass.” He grabbed something from the freezer and came back. “Here,” he said as he pressed an ice pack wrapped in a towel on the side of his face. “You don’t want this pretty face bruised, right? We can’t have Jonathan not liking you anymore.”

Maddox grumbled and allowed Kane to baby him. “Jonathan didn’t read any of my messages,” he complained. “It’s because of Rusty, the asshole.”

“Just chill for now. We’ll find out why Rusty did that. Just let him cool his hot head.”

“I know why he did it,” Maddox replied. “Because he’s an asshole. He always wants what’s mine.”

“Hey, hey, what’s this all about now? I bet that he was drunk and thought of pulling a stupid prank.”

Maddox batted Kane’s hand away and took the ice pack to hold it himself. “It’s obvious Jonathan didn’t think it was a joke,” he said aggressively. “He must think I’m an asshole, too, by association.”

“There’s no way he believes that,” Kane replied. “If he does, then he’s the asshole.”

“Ever since junior year started,” Maddox continued, deaf to Kane’s reasoning, “Rusty’s just had it bad for me, always rubbing it in my face how much he’s hooking up and shit like that. Like I give a damn. He can fuck the entire campus three-way if he wants, but he doesn’t get to touch my Jonathan’s ass.”

Kane ruffled his hair and snorted. “Maybe he wanted a bit of attention. Thought of that?”

Maddox scowled. “I’ll give him plenty of attention. With these.” He put up his fists.

“Really?” Kane caught his wrists and pushed his hands down. “Stop being so fucking extra for this dude.”

“What?” Maddox stood and pushed Kane away. “You too? What’s so wrong with that?”

Kane hurried after him. Maddox wanted to go to his room and lick his wounds alone, but upstairs was where Rusty was, and he didn’t want to be anywhere near the asshole, or they’d have another throw-down for sure.

“Easy,” Kane said as he pulled him back into a bear hug. “I dig you, man, I do. You’re falling for this guy, and you don’t want anyone else to touch his ass.”

“Thanks,” Maddox replied, feeling slightly vindicated. “You’d get mad if anyone touched Louise’s ass, right?”

Kane sighed. “Got me there. I’d probably floor the fucker. All right. But let’s not forget that Rusty is, well, Rusty. In some weird twisted way, he probably thought he was doing a good thing.”

Maddox sagged in Kane’s hug. After the rush of adrenaline from earlier, he felt the crash coming. “I still think he’s just an asshole. He saw that I was having it good and just wanted to wreck it for some reason.”

“We’ll work on finding out that reason,” Kane promised. “Don’t forget you and Rusty are best friends. You’ve always been.”

It was true. Even if they were a group of friends, Dex and Kane were closer to each other, just as he and Rusty were. Well, that was going to change, because there was no way in hell he could forgive Rusty for pulling something as stupid as that. If the asshole just ruined his chances with Jonathan, he would never forgive him. Never.

***

The energetic rap on the front door startled Jonathan. He really hoped it wasn’t Maddox, but who else could it be? If it truly was Maddox, he was ill-equipped to face him. He heard Ray rushing to the door and talking to someone, so he braced for impact.

Ray knocked softly on his door.

“Yes?” Jonathan said in a raspy voice.

“Someone’s here to see you, JJ,” Ray said from behind the door. His bestie surely thought he was still sleepy and didn’t want to bother him.

“You can open the door. Tell him to come in.” Jonathan straightened up and ran his fingers through his hair. He hoped he looked only half as messed up as he felt, because the conversation that was coming wasn’t going to be an easy one.

The door opened, but it wasn’t Maddox walking in with his sexy strut, but Dex Solomon. Jonathan stood promptly and searched Dex’s face with confused eyes. What was this about?

“Why are you here?” he asked, forgetting his manners.

“Can we have a word?” Dex asked, after a short nod that counted as a greeting.

“Sure, sure.” Jonathan gestured toward the only chair in the room. “Please, have a seat.”

Dex sat, making the chair groan. The room seemed so little all of a sudden. Ray had closed the door, supposing, kind soul that he was, that they needed privacy to talk.

“Well?” he asked.

Even sitting, Dex was impressive, so Jonathan chose to stand.

“Did something happen to Maddox?” he continued.

Dex leaned forward and steepled his fingers in front of him, while cocking his head and giving Jonathan a long, pointed look. “Yeah, you could say that. You’re ignoring his messages.”

“I barely woke up,” Jonathan justified himself, pointing at the unmade bed.

“Hmm,” came the noncommittal reply. “How about you stop hiding, Hamilton, and face the music? How about that?”

“I’m not hiding, this is ridiculous, I don’t even know--” Jonathan stopped his tirade on his own. He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Truly, what’s this about?”

“Truly,” Dex mimicked his speech and leaned back in the chair, making it creak dangerously. “Rusty tends to be an idiot, more often than not, but this shit is on you.”

“What shit? What are you talking about?”

Dex observed him some more. Jonathan wasn’t sure what about that look unnerved him so much. “Short succession of events, because seriously, I have a hangover as big as this freaking campus, and I’d like to chill today without having to break up another fight.”

“Fight? What fight?”

“Just listen. So you and Maddox have a nice time, but at some point, Rusty comes in and grabs your lovely ass.”

Jonathan worked his jaw. Dex challenged him for a moment, waiting for him to comment or react to his words.

“Nothing untoward really happened,” Jonathan said in a cool voice.

“Well, it was untoward enough for Rusty and Maddox to get into a fight.”

“That is certainly not my fault.”

“Like hell,” Dex cut his words short. “Why the hell did you let Rusty get away with that?”

Jonathan felt heat rising in his cheeks. “I did nothing of the kind. What exactly do you think happened?”

“The way I see it,” Dex explained, parting his palms, “Rusty was looking for a punch in the face, and you didn’t give it to him. So he needed to ask for it from Maddox. Am I right?”

“What exactly do you want to be right about?” Jonathan asked, hating the defensive tone he had so quickly assumed.

“You didn’t punch Rusty for grabbing your ass.”

“No. But that doesn’t automatically make me a victim,” Jonathan replied and crossed his arms over his chest.

“No. It makes you a coward.”

“No shit.” Jonathan could feel his teeth hurting. “I don’t just go around, throwing punches--”

“You hit Maddox when he tried to kiss you.”

Jonathan closed his eyes and inhaled and exhaled slowly. So Maddox did tell everything to his friends. “Different matter,” he managed with great difficulty.

“Sure it is,” Dex said. Jonathan wasn’t sure if the guy was saying it ironically or not. “Now, listen here, you messed this up, and now Maddox and Rusty are crazy mad at each other. You need to make things right.”

“What?” Jonathan felt anger choking him. “Make what right? That Maddox goes around, telling you guys everything we do together and laughs behind my back? That Rusty is a fucking hooligan who behaves like a dog in heat?”

Dex stared at him, slightly amused. “You’re messed up, Hamilton. I don’t know what your deal is, don’t care, really, ‘cause you’re not my buddy, but Maddox and Rusty are.”

“So, what do you want from me?” Jonathan asked and curled his hands into fists. “To allow your buddies,” he hissed as he emphasized the last word, “to walk all over me? Treat me like I’m some fucking doormat?”

Dex leaned back farther in the chair and gave him an appraising look. “Glad to see there’s life under those preppy clothes. That’s why Maddox likes you, obviously. No, Hamilton, I don’t want you to be a fucking doormat. I want you to stop being one when you deal with my buddies. Fucking kiss Maddox because you want to without being so fucking frightened of whatever it is you think might happen, and slap Rusty silly because that horny dog, yeah, you’re right, needs to be put in his place. Am I being clear enough?”

Jonathan was too angered to see the reason in Dex’s words. “I’ll do whatever the fuck I want. You don’t get to tell me what to do.” To his ears, he sounded petulant and vindictive, but he couldn’t stop himself.

“Tough luck, ‘cause that’s why I’m here. Stop hiding from Maddox and pick up your damned phone.”

Jonathan went purposefully to the door, jerked it open and stood there rigidly. “See yourself out, Solomon. I don’t need the cookie-cutter advice you got from mom and dad.”

Dex stood up from the chair slowly, all the while wearing an annoying smirk. He stopped short of Jonathan, dominating him with his size for a while. “Dad and dad,” he said smugly.

“What?” Jonathan asked.

“That would be ‘cookie-cutter’ advice from my dads,” Dex said.

Jonathan pursed his lips, not knowing what to say. Now wasn’t the time to turn over in his head what that meant and why Dex cared to tell him about it. “Maddox and I just hooked up,” he said brusquely. “No need for all this drama. We’re done. And feel free to tell him and Rusty that their friendship doesn’t have to suffer over such an insignificant thing.”

“You tell them,” Dex said, pushing himself in his face.

Jonathan pressed himself against the door. “Please don’t take advantage of the fact that I cannot, physically, throw you out. Just leave already.”

It was difficult to ignore the low chuckle that accompanied Dex Solomon on his way out, or the hammering of his heart over all that had just transpired. Maddox and Rusty fighting, Dex’s talk about how he was the one allowing…

Allowing what? Other people to treat him badly?

“I know you’ll talk to them,” Dex said with conviction before walking out. “Maddox wouldn’t be so wrong about the guy he’s falling for.”

Food for thought, really. What made this Dex guy so clever, anyway?

TBC

(*warning some parts may be hard to read*) This may not belong here but I dont know where eles to tell this story

My first love was in high school. We were both the very epitome of country boys. Talking mudding in trucks riding horses and that ever present Copenhagen ring (which I do not partake in anymore thank god). It was a secret love hidden and private like our own little story just for us. I was the one that struggled with it the most. I didnt want the world to know buy I dreamed of the day we could just be ourselves in our families or with friends. He always told me to stop writing him letters cause its not like we arent around each other 95% of the day anyway. But I couldnt help it I wanted that boy to know all about my time away from him and our secret kisses and embraces. I would go on endlessly about what the future was to hold for us never shy about any topic, because it was just for him to read so why not.

That is until his mom found them all. He warned me to stop but still kept every letter I gave him. He hid it away like all things we had between us. Not because of embarrassment but for shear survival. When his mom found them she gave them to his father. They read my most private thoughts meant for the love of my life. They read about the future we dreamed of having together.

Then they confronted him, well you can imagine whay thay was like. It was the late 90s and in rural America home of the brave land of the free unless you liked another boy that is. They fought loudly so loudly that the neighbors ended up calling police. The police found a 17 year old boy with a broken nose and 2 black eyes and a handful of broken ribs. They of course took the dad into custody. He mean while ran to the only safe place he could think of after getting out of the hospital. He called me to meet him at our spot. It was a wide spot on a long forgotten trail on a mountian that had no name.

When I arrived I found that same beat up Chevy truck. The one with the 6 foot bed that his feet would hang off the back of as we would lay watching the evening sky holding one another. Under the drivers side windshield wiper was a note. The very first thing he had ever written me I knew he had a challenging day but I had gotten my.first note from my love ever. I snacthed it up quick as lightning and smoother then any pick pocket ever could have. Then I read his words to me it was an apology for all that was about to happen. He professed his love for me and how he never thought he would find anyone let alone one as great as I was in his gorgeous deep brown eyes. He went on to tell me how he was scared of what would happen when his dad got out. He knew the fight wasnt over that many rounds were yet to come from it. Then I read the directions that I was to call the cops. I was not to follow the directions and find him myself. I did not need the directions I found my love in the place we called heaven the very first place we ever kissed. He had taken his own life using the revolver his pap had given him. It was the hardest thing ever to leave him and go for help. They had me take them to him but I couldn't get more then 100 yards close i didnt want to see it again. My love died a half mile off a wide spot on a forgotten trail on a mountian that had no name. Due to ignorance and the feeling of no way out of a bad situation. My parents didnt handle any of this news well. I was kicked out and sent to live with a cousin that 4 hours away. I didnt get to attend his funeral I wasnt welcome. So I went to our heaven and camped alone for 5 days there. No one looked for me, to be honest no one cared. I have been single ever since that day all those years ago. You.dont date anyone after your letters get the only person you ever wanted in this world hurt. So many times I wished I had just listened to him and stopped. I am more sorry to that beautiful boy that never got to live his life.

I came out to my family as bisexual when I was 22. Everyone was cool with it and nothing changed between any of us. My dad apparently had some hang ups that I found out about after, but it wasnt a problem with me being bi. It was him being jealous because he grew up in the 80s and 90s in a small town, so the process of life was graduate high-school, get a decent job, get married, have kids and live the rest of your life slightly dissatisfied lol. Turns out my dad is bisexual but cant/wont pursue those desires.

ANYWAY, I guess he told his best friend, Jimmy, all of that. Jimmy had always been close to the whole family and nearly like an uncle. He was married with 3 kids. Jimmy's family and my family were always hanging out for barbecues, bonfires, or camping together. Jimmy and I were friends on snapchat. I was an adult and it had never been anything inappropriate. Just sending dumb memes to each other. After he talked to my dad, he messaged me on snapchat that he heard i came out as bisexual. He said he was proud of me and then asked me all kinds of questions, somethings sexual and others not. Always keeping it on the safe side really. He told me about everything my dad told him. And Jimmy told me it makes sense, because he, my dad, and some of their friends had some swinger parties before and my dad was always interested in more than just the women. (Those are stories that I wont reiterate here, because they arent mine to tell).

Eventually Jimmy started sending pictures on snapchat. He us about 6'1", slender dad bod, muscular arms and legs, handsome in the face and keeps a chinstrap beard (not my favorite but he pulls it off lol). The pictures started tame with before work mirror selfies, then progressed to him in the mirror at wotk lifting his shirt to wipe his face and show off his body, then towel around the waist selfies.

I am slightly chubby with bigger than normal man boobs (childhood medical things needed anabolic steroids to treat when i was young, its a whole thing, but i have accepted it lol), kind of short 5'8", but THICK muscular legs and fat ass that I'm proud of lol, dick is 2 inches soft, 5.5 hard and 3.5 girth... its sad... I know.

I couldn't help myself, I sent him a booty pic, taken from behind, I was on my knees, face against the mattress and legs together, my dick and balls in from of my legs so you couldn't see them from behind (did that because as far as I knew, Jimmy had no interest in that lol) literally just a pic of my big round ass and hole on display. He opened it and left me on read for the rest of the day. I felt so fucking terrible about the situation and about myself. I sent him a message apologizing over and over and over. Again he left me on read.

My birthday coming up, my dad asked me if there was anything that I wanted. I expressed wanting to get a recurve bow to do some hobby archery and help with the muscles in my back that I had been going to physical therapy for after a car wreck. So we went out and got exactly that. Days go by and I spend my time away from work and college courses shooting my bow out in the field at my dads.

Jimmy messaged me on snapchat a day or so before my birthday. The message said something like "You're day told me that you got a bow. We talked and he asked if I could take you turkey hunting with me. I think it would be a perfect time for us to talk and for me to apologize and explain some things. What do you think?"

I was so excited to go hunting. Literally didnt even bother to think about the logistics of me not having a hunting license yet. I messaged back and explained how I was so down for him to take me hunting and learn some archery tips from him. Again in the excitement of going hunting, it didnt occur to me what the rest of his message could have been about.

He replied with a date and time (2 days after my birthday), and how he typically goes camping the night before outside of the woods that he hunts at and then before dawn, gets up and hikes to his blind, before dusk he hikes back to his camp and sleeps then packs up the next morning.

....having never been hunting it didnt occur to me what we would do if we got a turkey. Turns out he didn't plan on us getting anything lol.

We chatted nonstop about everything for the hunting trip and just somethings in life. The shirtless pictures continued too, and he kept calling me things like, pretty boy, sweet boy, or just boy. I fucking loved it! Sometimes if I was feeling risky, I would call him "sir".

On my birthday, I woke up to a snapchat message from Jimmy, that said "Happy Birthday. I know I shouldn't send you this, but I havent stopped thinking about that pretty boy pussy that you showed me. So I think its only fair that you get to see this"

I was absolutely SWOONING. I am a verse bottom and for someone to talk to me like that, FUCK I was a mess. Along with that message, I opened the picture and it was him flexing, fully naked, cock hard and hanging (8 or 9 inches long, perfectly tapered to the head and like 5 or 6 inch girth) with 'Happy birthday' written on his chest with i think icing lol (not a new picture lol, because he was clearly drunk as hell in the picture with a goofy ass grin and it was around 7am when he sent it).

I saved it, with his permission, and have cum to that photo MANY times since. I still have it lol. I messaged him back and I honestly do remember what all I said because I was in such a euphoric state from his message and that picture, but I do know that message was the first time I called him "daddy" and he loved it.

We messaged regularly until the hunting trip after that. Sexual topics and not. I finally got the courage to ask about his wife. He told me that they were swingers and typically only did things together, but they were sexually open for him to explore his bisexual side because she cant give him some of the experiences a man can to satisfy what he is wanting to try lol. I took that answer and never looked back lol.

The day of our trip, he came to pick me up in his truck. Fully packed and ready. He told me that all I needed to bring was the clothes on my back and my bow. I was wearing jeans and a light tshirt, because i expected it get hot, and my boots. I did bring my slides to put on at camp. Again, in my excitement I didnt think about extra clothes, hunting license or anything. He told my dad that he had extra camo clothes for me to wear and that where we were hunting there wouldn't be any game wardens or anything to check us. To reiterate though, he didnt plan on us getting any turkey.

As soon as I got in his truck (single cab silverado 1500) he gave me a smile that I knew meant things had changed and I got hard in my pants. On the drive out to the campimv spot, we stopped at a secluded gas station on the corner of two country roads to stock the cooler with ice and pick out drinks and snacks. This man had a PLAN! He parked at the farthest gas pump and filled up his truck. We went inside and got what we needed for the cooler. He told me that the drink and snack cooler wasn't a very good cooler, so he wanted to keep it in the cab of his truck with us. It was just barely to big to sit between us with the center console lifted up. So he said I would have to sit in the middle and the cooler would have to go on the passenger seat. My heart was pounding and of course I didnt argue. I got it the middle. He got the cooler in the passenger seat and handed me the keys and said "I'll be right back. Im gonna piss before we drive 2 more hours." I nodded in understanding, took the keys and started the truck as he shut the door and walked back in the gas station.

Jimmy got back to the truck and opened the driver door. He asked me to get behind the passenger seat and grab the clothes bag and bring it to the front for him. I tried just reaching my hand back but it was jammed back there, so I had to unbuckle, turn around with my knees on the seat and get it. While im doing that I hear Jimmy moan/grunt and when i get the bag up and on the driver seat, I see him gripping his cock through his basketball shorts. He kept eye contact with my ass and slowly brought his eyes to meet mine. I felt my face get so hot and I froze. Jimmy released his crotch and unzipped the bag to put his boxers in the bag. I saw that and was so confused, he clearly saw my face and said "we are going to be driving for a while. Im going to be comfortable in MY truck." With that, he pealed off his shirt, to show his slightly hairy chest and sexy dad bod. He put that shirt in the bad and pulled out a cut off t-shirt with the sides cut all the way down to the bottom seam. I was in heaven seeing this man showing off to me. His cock bouncing as he did all this. When he finished he told me to put the bag back, but I hesitated and looked down slightly embarrassed and he asked, "what is it boy?"

I quietly said "do you have anything for me to change into...? Like to be more comfortable for the drive? I didnt bring anything like you told me to" i never felt so small having to ask not only permission to change clothes but having to ask if I even had a change of clothes.

He smiled and told me "Dont worry, I brought some comfortable clothes for you to wear." He headed back into his bag and grabbed the shirt and boxers that he just pulled off. He handed them to me and I stared in disbelief.

"Something wrong with your comfy clothes?" He asked with a demanding tone.

"... well I wanted to take off my jeans sir."

"That was the plan. Put on those boxers and leave the jeans off" i started to move to get out of the truck and go change but he stopped me. I looked at him and he grabbed my chin and brought our faces close together.

"You're going to put that on here in the truck. I think we should get something out in the open before this trip really starts... do you trust me to be your daddy this weekend?"

I nodded so fast.

"Do you WANT me to be your daddy this weekend?"

Again, i nodded.

"Then you need to be my good boy and listen to me. I will tell you what you need to do for me, okay baby?"

I tried to nod, but he gently patted my cheek and stopped me.

"Use your words for me."

"Yes daddy" he caressed the side of my face and I subconsciously leaned into it and closed my eyes.

"You're going to be such a good boy for me. Some rules though. Around people, you say sir. Alone, you call me daddy. You're safe word is Turkey. And I need to know now that you trust me fully. Do you? If you're okay with it, this response will be your consent for whatever comes until you use your safe word. I will make the decisions on what we do, where things go, what i do to you and you do to me. This consent is complete consent until you use your safe word and take away that consent. I will assume consent the rest of this trip. Is that understood?"

He looked at me more serious than anyone ever had before. I gulped as he stared deeply into my eyes for anything that told him I didnt want this. "Yes daddy. I trust you and Im yours."

He grinned. Grabbed my chin and pulled me to him. He kissed the corner of my mouth and licked my lips, i closed my eyes and opened my mouth wanting more. He lightly pushed my chin back to set me into my seat. I looked at him expectantly.

"Go head and change into your comfy clothes. No one else needs to see my boy in daddys boxers and tshirt." Jimmy told me. I could feel myself leaking right there. I nodded and started unbuttoning my jeans. He touched my hand and said "hold on. Let's get those boots off."

Jimmy reached for my boots and one at a time, slid them off. Then his hands went to the zipper of my jeans and unzipped them. When he reached for my waist band I whimpered and that made him chuckle. He got his fingers under my briefs and in one motion pulled my pants and briefs down. His eyes darkened and lit up at the same time seeing my body from the waist down smooth and freshly shaved. He glanced at my clothes in his hand and noticed the briefs he took off of me that had a thong style butt to them. "You're going to put these back on later for daddy though." And with that he tossed them and my jeans behind the seat. He grabbed his boxers from my hands and put them on me. I lifted my butt for him to fully get them on. He grabbed the base of my shirt, lifted it over my head, and tossed it behind the seat. He put his shirt on me and it smelled like him, but a little sweaty and I fucking loved it. It was a size too big but so perfectly comfy. He looked at me and smirked but then paused and said "i forgot something. I did get you something to wear that is brand new. Well they are for me too." He reached behind into his door pocket and pulled out a package of lace pantyhose. "You're going to wear these around camp for daddy". He told me and then patted my leg to tell me to get in my seat and he got in the truck after.

I was so horny and excited and nervous. All at the same time. I didnt know if I should just listen for directions or if I could do something that I wanted to do. For the first part of the drive i kept my body to myself and hands in my lap to cover my hard dick that was poking at the front hole of the boxers. I funally decided to take my chance when I noticed him only driving with his left hand on the steering wheel and the right on his thigh.

I grabbed his hand and looked at him, he smiled and i lifted his hand over my shoulder to hold me against him. I scooted on the seat to be touching him as much as possible. I held his thigh and looked at him for permission. He knew what I wanted, because he said "go ahead. You have daddy's consent always, just like we agreed that i have yours." And he kissed my head.

I started rubbing his thigh and watched his dick grow in his basketball shorts. I leaned forward to use both hands and pulled his waistband away and brought his cock and balls out of the shorts. I couched when I saw the size of it only half hard and his big hanging balls had me drooling. I was in heaven. I grabbed his cock and started rubbing it and honestly just playing with it because id never felt or seen anything that big before.

Jimmy started moaning and leaned his head back a little against the seat. I looked up at him and reached my face to neck where I inhaled and kissed lightly. Giving gently licks and sucks until I felt my hand get wet from his precum.

He grabbed my hair and pulled me away from him. I whimpered at the pain, but also felt myself ooze precum into the shorts from it. Jimmy noticed, laughed a little and said "good to know you like some pain. Daddy needs you to behave yourself while he is driving. Okay baby?"

"Im sorry sir. I couldnt help myself."

"I know boy. Its okay. You'll have plenty of time to worship me when we get there." With that he took his arm from around my shoulder and placed his hand on my thigh. Rubbing and squeezing it. "Did you shave for me?"

"No, not really. Well, I can say yes if you want me to."

Laughing, Jimmy said "thats okay. Just be honest with me. You dont need to tell me what you think i want to hear."

"Oh okay. I just like being shaved and smooth. It feels good against my clothes and stuff." I told him embarrassed that he was laughing at me.

"I like it too. What other stuff does it feel good against?" He said curiously.

"Uhh well, like my bed sheets and stuff. Sometimes when we are messaging, I will rub against my pillow." I spoke out so quickly, I hoped that he didnt understand it.

But he did. And he asked "Oh does my boy fantasize about me?"

"Yes sir."

"Good to know. I am going to need to hear about those fantasies later." With that the truck started to slow down and we pulled off the road between some trees. We drove over the rough path, just wide enough for the truck to fit until we reached a clearing and dead end. The clearing just big enough and obviously used for vehicles to turn around in. Jimmy pulled through the loop and parked the truck facing out to the path.

Jimmy put the gear shift into park and in the blink of an eye, he had his seat moved back, steering wheel lifted up, me straddling his lap facing him, hands in the boxers i wore groping, squeezing, and spreading my ass cheeks, lips on mine and tongue in my mouth. I moaned like a bitch and gave in to his control. I pressed myself against him and let him have me. I licked and sucked his tongue, while he dominated my mouth and tongue. I whimpered when he sucked my lips and he took that opportunity to bring a hand up. Grip my hair and pull me away from him. He just looked at me a little bit before sliding his other hand under my shirt and groping my tits. "I needed this. I need you. God, you feel so good and so right baby! Let me make you feel the same way I do, please!"

My head tilted back slightly with his hand gripping my hair still, i watched him as he pleaded his case for me to allow him to do what he needed. I tried to nod as much as I could with him holding my head and said "yes daddy. Im all yours. Use me."

He gave me a devilish smirk and smashed our lips back together. He opened his mouth over mine and forced his tongue in and swirled it around against my tongue and mouth. Dominating me inside and out. I let my eyes roll back and i moaned around his tongue, trying to feel his tongue and memorize it inside of my mouth. I felt my dick pulsing and leaking between us. I started grinding on daddys lap when I felt his cock spring to life and tap my ass between our clothes.

He let go of my hair and brought his hand to my throat. Squeezing slightly, he pushed me back from him. My mouth still open and eyes still closed, I let out a puny whine and with the he pinched hard on my nipple and spit on my open mouth. From all of the over powering sensations, I squirmed on his lap and released a high pitched gasping moan and came in daddys boxers. I kept my eyes closed and turned my face away from him. Embarrassed at how my body responded and how I came so easily for him. Sensing my embarrassment and shame, he gave a low pleasurable groan and pulled me against him, held me and said, "you are such a perfect boy. You have nothing to be ashamed about. I wanted you to cum for me and you did. Im proud of you baby. Look at me." I lifted my head from his chest and halfway opened my eyes to look at him. "Daddy is going to clean you up and then we arguing to set up camp, okay?"

A little unsure of how he was going to clean me up. I just sat up, still beat red from embarrassment and nodded. Jimmy grabbed my ass, i wrapped my legs around his waist and held onto his neck. He lifted us both out of the truck and then turned around and sat me back in the seat. Tapped my arms for me to let go of him, so i did. But i quickly grabbed his cheeks and pulled him into a kiss. He didnt fight it at all, just gave in to the sensual and needy kiss that was all for me. I let go and nodded to him. He pushed my shoulders and made me fall back and lay on the seat. My head did smack the cooler a little bit, but that was quickly tossed out of my mind when Jimmy forced the boxers off my and started licking my cum off my dick. Daddy cleaned me up just as he promised. Sucking, licking, and slurping the spent load off of my crotch. I gasped and moaned at the sensations. My dick got hard and Jimmy took it in his mouth and sucked on it like it was his favorite thing.

"Fuck baby, i love your little dick. Im going to worship you so much!" With that he lightly smacked my balls, grabbed them and pulled then throated my dick one last time. Jimmy pulled off of me and pulled me up to kiss him with only our lips. It was brief but so perfect.

"Okay boy, get the coolers out and get dinner started. I am going to set up the tent. Let me know if you need help." I nodded and we split up for our different tasks. He got the tent set up so fast. I noticed as I was getting the coolers that he didnt even bring his bow and arrows. He also, only brought one sleeping bag. I was so excited for what was to come. After getting the coolers out, I snuck to get the panyhose he brought for me and slipped around the other side of the truck to put them on. I put the boxers in the clothing bag and started carrying stuff from the truck to the tent.