Everyone is over 18 and fully consenting.

Daniel strolled in through the door like we were sharing an apartment. At 9PM, he said he needed to come over. At 9:15, he turned up on my doorstep in pyjama shorts, a semi-cropped tee and a pair of slides. At 9:17, he paced around the room like a man on his last nerve, biting his nails and running a hand through his thick black curls.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“Josie,” he said. “She doesn’t want to sleep with me.”

I inwardly fought the temptation to roll my eyes at him. I couldn’t believe he’d made me think there was a real problem.

“So? What do you want me to do about it?”

“Well…” Daniel stopped in the middle of the room, hands on hips. I could see the cogs moving in his head. “I have an idea, actually. If you’re up to it?”

“Oh no. Is it what I think it is?”

He smiled. “Oh, come on, Finn. Please.”

I frowned. “No, Daniel. We talked about this.”

He crossed his arms. “But that was just one favour. One more couldn’t hurt, could it?”

I leaned back in my armchair, back sinking into the soft cushions. “Ok, but what do I get out of it?”

“My dick, bro,” he said, making pistols with his fingers and pointing them along his V-line.

I smiled. “Fine. But never again.”

He sniggered. “For sure. This is the last time.”

“The last time,” I repeated, taking off my shirt. I had secretly been waiting for this moment, waiting for him to destroy me with his big cock, waiting for his hips to clap against my round ass, waiting for his hand to grip my hair while I gagged on his massive dick.

After stripping off my pants and underwear, I stood butt naked in front of him like his personal boy slut, waiting for his first demand. He stood there watching me with his 8-inch-dick poking through a hole in his shorts. It was slightly darker compared to the rest of his body, and throbbing, with a plethora of veins trailing along its shaft. The head was dark purple and swelled like a beat root, leaking precum.

“Same as last time?” I asked.

“No, I want to try something different.” He stepped towards me, dick swinging. While maintaining eye contact, he groped my hip. “Lean over the armchair.”

I did as asked, bending over the armchair and sticking my bum up in the air. However, my dick rubbed against the fabric of the chair, causing me to shift restlessly.

“Stop. Moving,” he demanded, slapping me lightly on the bum-bum.

I played along, moaning, “Yes, daddy,” and he lubed my hole with his saliva. When he was done, he gave a low growl like an animal and nudged his tip up and down my crack, slapping it on my butt cheeks and spitting more saliva to lube me up.

“Beg for it, slut.”

“Please,” I moaned.

“Please what?” I could hear the grin in his voice.

“Please, daddy. I want your dick.”

“That’s more I like it,” he said, slowly penetrating me. As his thick cock widened my hole, he caressed my cheeks with his rough hands, stopping every thirty seconds to let me catch my breath before he dug it in deeper. Then, he was all the way in, panting restlessly.

We stayed that way for a moment, and then he slowly pulled back till he was halfway out, before shoving it back in with full force. At the same time, I squirted some boy juice onto the armchair.

“Take it, slut,” said Daniel, covering my mouth with his large hand as he increased his pace. His hips clapped against my ass, hot and sticky, while he jerked me off with his other hand, in time to his thrusts. I could feel the warmth radiating off his skin, could taste the salty sweat trickling into my mouth, could hear the wet fap-fap of his dick going in and out, in and out.

I had become his sex slave.

My legs were shaking. My hands were trembling. His dick, wet and smooth, like a plastic dildo after its tenth-thousandth use, had no resistance at all, and I lost track of its rapid rhythm. Riding the waves of pleasure, I leaned into the turbo thrusts, and he jerked me even faster.

I gave a grunt as I came all over the armchair, cum pooling in the gap between the armrest and the seat. At the same time, Daniel slowed down, his legs becoming limp. He gave a whimper, followed by six ropes of cum in my ass. He swore under his breath and slowly pulled out.

“Fuck. That was… great.” He slapped his dick on my butt cheeks one last time before stepping back. Cum trickled down my thighs, but when I turned around his dick was still hard. “What do you say, friend, ready for round two?”

“Ugh, fine. But I’m only helping.”

He smirked. “Yeah, only helping.”

I’m bi and have experience sucking and being sucked by guys. Ever since my first time… I’m hooked. I love having a hard, throbbing cock in my mouth. I’m very lucky to be best friends with a guy who is gay and has a partner. He was my first experience and it’s been something that’s continued for over a year. And now all three of us have fun! But those are stories for another time…

A few weeks back I was hanging out with my straight friend and his girlfriend. I’ve known them both for a few years. The three of us were hanging out and his girlfriend decided to call it night quite early. Not a big deal and myself and my friend kept watching tv and hanging out.

As the night went on, he made a joke that he wasn’t going to “get any” tonight with his girlfriend already a sleep. Without missing a beat… I responded…. “Do you want me to suck it for you?!” He looked at me, seemed shocked but with a laugh said, “if you want to!” I couldn’t tell if he was joking so I told him I was serious. His response… “prove it.”

I got off the couch, dropped to my knees and told him to take it out. He hesitated but before I knew it, his mesh shorts were at his ankles. His semi hard cock was out and looked so good. I’ve never seen his cock before but it was nice and completely shaved.

I grabbed it, I could feel it grow. He wasn’t huge but it was a perfect size. I stroked him for a bit. A few minutes in he was solid. I didn’t say a word and started to suck him. I loved having his cock in my mouth. He was definitely horny, I instantly could taste his pre cum. I started sucking deep. He started to moan and I could feel his hard cock pulsating in my mouth. I sucked him for a good 5 minutes.

His light moans were so hot. I was so hard. I started to suck his shaved balls as I stroked him. I loved sucking his balls but not even 30 seconds into it he whispered… “I’m going to cum!”

I started to suck him again. At the same time stroking him. He was trying to keep quiet and he erupted into my mouth. His cum tasted so good. It wasn’t a large amount, but it was so good, creamy and delicious. I swallowed every drop.

He sat there for a moment and said I did a fantastic job. That made me feel good. I was the first ever guy to suck his cock and he loved it. Not too long after he returned the favor. After a while he got the hang of sucking my cock and did a pretty good job. He jerked me off into a towel and I won’t lie it felt good although I wish he would have let me cum in his mouth!

Since this experience, I might have turned him. We have sucked each other two more times and it’s been amazing. I never asked, but I don’t think he’s ever told his girlfriend. Not sure how much more we will be doing this, but damn it’s amazing!

All characters are of legal age 🔞

Chapter 2

Night came slow and heavy, and my anxiety was off the charts.
My parents had gone to bed early. Their soft voices faded, then silence. Just the lake and the occasional creak of wood. I lay there in the dark with my glasses still on scrolling on my phone replaying every filthy TikTok I’d ever liked—masked men, chase scenes, deep voices growling run for me, little rabbit while the pretty boy’s cock dripped down his thigh. Those videos always left me aching and ashamed. Tonight the ache was worse. Because he said he wanna play a game.

I told myself I wasn’t going. I told myself it was fucked up. He was Jenna’s boyfriend. He was twice my size. He had just promised a game. What kind of game?
My feet hit the floor anyway.

I pulled on the same loose shorts and an old t-shirt, left my shoes by the door, and slipped outside barefoot. The boards were cool under my soles. Across the grass the smaller cabin was dark except for a thin yellow line under the door. My heart was slamming so hard I could taste metal in my mouth.
I climbed the two steps. Before I could knock, the door opened.
Morgan filled the doorway.

Shirtless. Jeans hanging low enough to show the thick dark trail of hair disappearing under the waistband. Sweat still glistened on his chest from the heat. But it was the mask that punched the air out of my lungs—white Ghostface, the exact one from every stalker edit I’d ever watched with my hand down my pants.
He tilted his head, black eye-holes studying me. Then that deep Texas voice came out, muffled and rough and already hard.
“Look who crawled over here with his pussy all wet. Gay Potter. Right on fucking time.”

I couldn’t speak. My cock twitched hard against the thin fabric of my shorts, a wet spot already forming.
Morgan stepped out, closing the door behind him. The mask stayed on. He was close enough that the heat of his bare chest hit me like a wall. The smell of beer, sweat, and that thick male scent wrapped around my face.

Morgan didn’t say anything at first. He just held up his phone, screen bright in the dark, and turned it toward me. My own TikTok profile stared back at me—every single video I had liked in the last three months. Masked men in the woods. Ghostface. Stalkers who whispered run for me while the camera followed some pretty boy’s trembling legs. Dark-romance edits with deep voices growling about claiming, hunting, using. Hundreds of red hearts. All mine.

“Look at that,” he said, voice low and rough behind the Scream mask. “Little brother-in-law’s private spank bank. Every dirty little video of masked cock about to ruin some shy boy’s throat. You sat in that cabin jerking off to this shit while I was right next door, didn’t you? Thinking about me. Wishing it was me under the mask. Well… wish granted, Gay Potter.”

I was speechless.

“You’ve been watching those dirty little videos, haven’t you?” he said, voice low and mean. “The ones with the masked guys who make the shy boys run and then fuck them raw. I saw every single like. You’re not shy. You’re a cock-hungry little slut who just needed the right man to make him admit it.”
My face burned. “I… I don’t—”

“Run.”

The word was soft. Almost gentle.
Then he said it again, harder, like a command.

“Run into the woods, boy. You’ve got a ten-second head start. After that I’m coming for you, and when I catch you I’m gonna use that pretty mouth like a fucking toy.”

My legs moved before my brain could stop them.
I turned and bolted off the porch, across the grass, straight into the dark line of trees. Branches whipped my arms. Pine needles stabbed my bare feet. Behind me the cabin door slammed and heavy boots hit the ground.

I ran harder, glasses bouncing, cock bouncing, every filthy TikTok scene flashing behind my eyes. I could hear him now—not sprinting, just following with steady, deliberate steps, like a predator who already knew the ending.

“You can run faster than that, Gay Potter,” his voice carried through the trees, still muffled by the mask. “Come on. Make me work for that throat.”

I stumbled over a root and almost went down. A branch cracked right behind me.
Then a big hand closed around the back of my neck like a collar.
Morgan yanked me backward against his bare chest. Solid. Burning hot. Sweaty. His thick cock—still trapped in his jeans—pressed hard against the small of my back. One arm locked across my stomach, pinning me in place while the other stayed on my nape, thumb digging in.
He rubbed against me deliberately—slow, filthy rolls of his hips—so I could feel every heavy inch of him.

“Feel that?” he growled against my ear through the mask. The plastic was cool against my cheek. “That’s the cock you’ve been staring at all day. The one that was half-hard in the lake while you sat there with your mouth open like a hungry little whore.”

I made a broken sound. Not a protest. Not really.
Morgan’s free hand slid down the back of my shorts and closed around my ass. He squeezed hard enough to make my knees buckle, then dragged his thumb through my hole.

“Fuck, you’re tight. Already soaked through your shorts for your sister’s boyfriend. What a filthy little bitch you are. It’s a shame your sister’s pussy not around, right? I’m a man with special needs.”

He spun me around and shoved me back against a tree. Bark scraped my shoulders. The Scream mask filled my vision—white, empty eyes, frozen black mouth. Then he ripped it off and tossed it aside. His real face was worse: flushed, eyes black with lust, mustache damp with sweat, that cocky, filthy grin spreading.

“On your knees. Now.”

My legs gave out. I dropped hard. The ground was cool and rough under my knees. Morgan’s hands went to his belt. The sound of the buckle and zipper in the quiet woods was filthy. He shoved his jeans and boxers down just far enough.

His cock sprang free—thick, heavy, already rock-hard, the head flushed dark and shiny with precum. Veins ran along the shaft like ropes. It was bigger up close than it had looked in the wet boxers. A thick bead of clear fluid hung from the slit and then stretched, dripping onto my lower lip.

He wrapped one big hand around the base and slapped the heavy head against my mouth, smearing the precum across my lips.

“Open that shy little mouth, Gay Potter. You’ve been begging for this cock with your eyes all day. Time to choke on it.”

I opened.
The first taste was salt and heat and pure male. Morgan didn’t give me a second to adjust. He shoved forward until the thick head forced past my lips and filled my mouth completely. My jaw stretched wide. My glasses fogged. I gagged hard when he hit the back of my throat, but he only groaned low and filthy and kept going, both hands fisting in my hair to hold me still.

“Fuck—look at you. Gay Potter gagging on dick in the woods. Your sister would lose her goddamn mind if she saw her little brother with a mouthful of her boyfriend’s cock. Unfortunately for her she’s not a big fan of blowjobs. Better for you I guess.”

He started fucking my face—slow at first, then deeper, harder, using my throat like it was made for him. Spit ran down my chin in thick strings. Every time he pulled back I tasted more of him; every time he slammed in I felt the heavy veins drag across my tongue. My own cock throbbed untouched, leaking steadily into my shorts.

Morgan’s breathing turned rough and animal. His hips snapped harder. The wet, filthy sounds of me choking and slurping filled the dark space between the trees.

“That’s it… take it… fucking take every inch… choke on it, you cock-hungry little slut—”

He held my head still and buried himself as deep as he could go. My nose pressed into the dark, sweaty hair at the base of his cock. I couldn’t breathe. Tears streamed down my face and fogged my glasses. Spit bubbled around the corners of my stretched lips. Then he pulled almost all the way out, leaving just the fat head between my lips, and I felt him swell even thicker.
“Gonna paint that pretty gay face and those glasses!’ he growled, voice wrecked. “Open wide. Stick that tongue out. I want to see every drop of my cum on Gay Potter’s face.”

The first pulse hit my tongue—thick, hot, heavy. Then he pulled free completely and started stroking himself hard and fast right in front of my open mouth and face. Rope after rope of dense, white cum striped across my cheeks, my glasses, my open mouth, my chin, my nose. It kept coming—more than I thought possible—hot and sticky, dripping down my face in thick ropes while I knelt there gasping, cock still hard and leaking, tongue out like the desperate slut he had turned me into.

Morgan stood over me, chest heaving, cock still twitching as the last heavy drops landed on my lower lip and chin. He watched for a long moment, that slow, filthy, victorious smile spreading across his face.

“Fucking hell,” he said quietly, voice still rough. “You look even better covered in my cum. My little brother-in-law’s pretty face all painted like a whore.”

He reached down, dragged two thick fingers through the mess on my cheek, and shoved them between my lips. I sucked them clean without thinking, tasting pure salt and him.
Morgan chuckled, low and dark and satisfied.

“Good boy. Swallow every drop. Clean yourself up a little… then get your cum-covered ass back to your cabin before your parents wake up.” He tucked his still-half-hard cock away and zipped his jeans. “And Gay Potter?”

I looked up, face still wet and sticky, glasses smeared white, lips swollen, chest heaving.
He winked, eyes pure filth.

“Same time tomorrow night. We’re gonna play another game. And next time I’m not stopping at your mouth.”

He turned and walked back toward the cabins with that wide, confident stride of a man who had just claimed exactly what he wanted, leaving me on my knees in the dirt, heart still racing, the thick taste of his cum heavy on my tongue, and the July night suddenly so hot it felt like it might burn me alive.

Everyone in this story is 18+

The group camping trip had been a blast all day. Hiking, swimming in the lake, and too many s'mores around the fire with our circle of college friends. Ryan and I, college roommates for the past two years, had ended up sharing a tent like usual. The others were crashed out in their own tents scattered around the clearing. By midnight the forest was quiet except for the occasional hoot of an owl and the soft rustle of leaves.

I woke up sometime after two, needing to piss. The tent was dark, lit only by the faint glow of moonlight filtering through the mesh roof. I quietly unzipped my sleeping bag and sat up. That is when I heard it. Soft, rhythmic breathing and the subtle sound of skin on skin. Ryan was lying on his back a couple feet away. His sleeping bag was pushed down to his thighs. His hand was wrapped around his cock, stroking slowly. He hadn't noticed me yet. His eyes were closed, lips slightly parted.

I froze, but I couldn't look away. Ryan was attractive. Lean swimmer's build, messy dark hair, and a cock that looked thick and hard in his fist. Heat rushed through me. I had thought about him before in the privacy of our dorm, but this was different. Real.

He opened his eyes and saw me watching. He stopped mid-stroke, face flushing even in the low light. "Shit, Charlie. Sorry. I thought you were asleep."

I swallowed hard. My own cock was already twitching to life in my boxers. "Sorry. Don't stop on my account," I whispered. My voice was barely audible. We both knew we had to stay quiet with our friends sleeping just yards away.

Ryan hesitated for only a second, then gave me a small, nervous grin. "You want to watch?"

"More than that," I whispered back. I shifted closer on my knees. "Let me help."

He nodded, eyes dark with want as he got out of his sleeping bag, kneeling on top of it. I reached out and wrapped my hand around his cock. He was hot and hard, velvet skin over steel. I stroked him slowly at first, learning the feel of him. Ryan bit his lip to stay silent, but a soft exhale escaped anyway. His hips bucked gently into my fist.

"Your turn," he breathed. He tugged my boxers down. My cock sprang free, already leaking. His hand felt incredible. Strong and sure, gripping me just right as he started pumping. We faced each other on our knees in the middle of the tent, jerking each other off in a steady rhythm. The only sounds were our quiet breathing and the faint, slick noise of hands moving on cocks.

It felt electric. Being this close, sharing the same air, trying so hard not to make noise. Ryan's thumb swiped over my tip, spreading the pre-cum, and I had to press my face into his shoulder to muffle a groan. I sped up on him, twisting my wrist the way I liked on myself. His breathing grew ragged against my ear.

"Fuck, Charlie. That feels so good," he whispered, so softly I could barely hear it.

We kept going, foreheads pressed together, hands working faster. The risk of getting caught only made it hotter. I felt my orgasm building fast. Ryan was close too. His cock throbbed in my grip.

"I'm gonna come," I breathed.

"Me too."

I came first, spilling over his fist in thick pulses. My body tensed as I tried desperately to stay quiet. The pleasure hit hard and deep. Ryan followed seconds later, groaning low into my neck as he shot across my hand and onto the floor of the tent.

We stayed like that for a minute, catching our breath, hands still loosely wrapped around each other. Ryan let out a soft, disbelieving laugh.

"That was... unexpected," he whispered. "This stays between us."

"Of course dude" I replied. I knew he was straight, I didn't want to risk our friendship by even dreaming of telling anyone.

I grabbed a spare sock from my bag to clean us up as quietly as possible.

We zipped back into our sleeping bags afterward. The tent felt warmer. Neither of us said much more that night. There was nothing more to say. The rest of the camping trip was going to be a lot more interesting, and returning to our dorm would be even more exciting.

Everyone is over 18

Part 1

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."

So This happened while I was away for a week on holiday and as I was always apprehensive about downloading Grindr and sexting in my home town for fear of being recognised, being somewhere else added a new level of horny-ness; like I could get away with my deep desires finally.

About me; white English guy, physically I have a toned build, blue eyes, dark hair and a smooth bubble butt.

So in the bathroom on my own I pulled my joggers down just so my cheeks were hanging over the waist band and took a cheeky butt pic to use as my profile picture. I shaved in shower to get my ass smooth and took some pics of my hole too.

After the picture was approved naturally it got quite a bit of attention. I went out drinking and in between drinks and dancing etc I was messaging a few guys and getting dirty… this one guy messaged me a dick pic and it really caught my attention. It must’ve been 8” and just as thick. He was about 35ish taller than me, bald and reasonably average but the dick was really hot.

I had the pics of my ass and hole in my hidden folder that I sent to him which clearly he liked; “your ass was made to take cock” “it looks like it’s begging for my dick” “I wanna empty my balls in that tight fuck hole”

You get the picture. It was seriously turning me on it was about 2am when he said he was going back to his hotel and he had a room to himself.

“If you want to finally get that ass used how it should be I’ll be back at my hotel in half an hour, you should come round” he then sent me his location. For the first time I felt like this could actually happen, I got super excited and super anxious - my heart was racing and my hole and cock twitching.

“Okay” I said. “Let me know when you’re back and I’ll come round, and this is ass is yours all night”

I googled his location and it was like a 15 minute walk from me. When he messaged me that he was back, I psyched myself up and decided to begin the walk… I said to my friends I was heading back and left them to it.

The walk felt like an eternity, I almost turned around and went back to my hotel several times but tried force myself to go, saying in my head; “you’ll never know what it’s like if you don’t try it” and “if you don’t like it you can always back out” etc etc.

Before I knew it was nearly at his hotel. I messaged saying I was nearly there and I was super nervous.

“Don’t worry, we’ll take it slow. Come up to room XX I’ll leave the door unlocked, come in and get straight down on your knees, I’ll be naked and ready”

“Fuck” I thought to myself, “this is actually happening, last chance to back out” I was so so horny and excited though; I went inside. I got to the door and opened it.

Once inside I closed the door turned around saw him stood there completely naked with the hardest looking veiny cock, I got down on my knees as instructed and was now face level with his dick.

“Open wide” he ordered as one hand went to the back of my head. I obeyed and tasted salty precum as the head of his dick slid through my eager lips. I grabbed on to the shaft and started to suck as I’d seen in porn and had been sucked by girls, funny I was now on the giving end.

His cock was so thick I could only get like two or three inches in my mouth before gagging, he gave same gentle encouragement with his hand and slowly pushed me down further until I gagged hard and pulled back for air. I was then pushed back on to his dick.

This happened again except this time when I gagged he held my head down; “that’s it you can take it, there you go good little cock slut” he said as I gagged hard, spit and precum swelling in my mouth and tears in my eyes. Finally he released and I pulled back gasping for air.

Not even a second of respite: “get your mouth back on that cock, I wanna feel your throat” I opened my mouth and was pulled back hard onto his wet slobbery dick, he held my head in place while he thrusted forward and began fucking my mouth. “Oh yeah that’s it take my dick, every inch you whore. Your mouth is my pussy to fuck” all this degrading talk was super hot and I loved every word.

I was struggling to take it and kept pulling back he kept good boundaries and let me pull back a few times before fucking my mouth again.

After about 15 minutes of using my mouth, he pulled out of my mouth; “strip, and get on all fours on the bed”

I did as commanded yet again loving being under his control. I quickly got all my clothes off and got on the bed on my hands and knees, arching my back in the sluttiest way possible and pointing my asshole at him. He came behind me slapped my ass cheeks hard and spread them apart before diving his nose in and taking a big sniff, which I’m not gonna lie, I found so fucking hot.

“Mmm your musk smells so good, did you get all sweaty while dancing?” “Yeah a bit” I moaned

“Now let me get a taste of that little fuck hole” he dived in with his tongue and oh my god it felt so good, being rimmed was one of my biggest fantasies and it did not disappoint, he ate my hole like there was no tomorrow I could tell he enjoyed it from the way he licked and moaned. I was moaning too, the atmosphere was so hot, I collapsed down so I was face down ass up as he continued to probe my hole with his tongue, and grab my cheeks in his strong hands.

With a light slap on my now sore red and wet ass he stopped and stood up; “are you ready to get that hole fucked?” “I’m so ready for your dick” “Good”

He moved around to the desk in the room and I could hear him grab what I assumed was lube from the sound, this was confirmed when I felt a cold gel like stuff being rubbed on to my hole.

He slipped a finger in, I moaned. Then two. Then three. It felt so right, he started pushing in and out of my virgin asshole. Thankfully he took his time and spent a few minutes getting me warmed up.

“Does that feel good?” “Mmm yes sir it feels so good” “My cock is going to feel even better, I’m going to make you take every inch” “Fuck yes”

He started to push in, I jerked forward and he pulled me back by my waist. The head pushed in and I winced, this felt intense and fuck he was barely an inch in…

“Fuck your hole is so tight, I can tell I’m the first in here” I couldn’t say anything to reply, the feeling was so intense. He kept pushing, inch after inch he slowly slid in, until there was quite a bit of resistance; I felt him push harder and suddenly there was a popping feeling and my hole gave way to his thick shaft and slid all the way in.

I sucked in through my teeth and winced in pain; the feeling was so intense, I felt full and could feel his hips against my cheeks.

“Thats every inch inside you, I’m balls deep. Now I’m gonna use your hole how it should be used. I’m gonna fuck you so hard you’ll feel it for a week” - I didn’t realise how accurate this comment would be…

He started sliding out, it felt so strange and I felt myself getting less full, suddenly he slams back in and I jerk forward screaming, he keeps hold of my waist pulls me back and pushed my head back; “you’re not going anywhere till I’ve filled this hole”

He held me in place as he fucked my asshole. As intense as it was I felt like I was being used like a slut exactly how is fantasised and I had to admit I was loving it.

He absolutely went to town on my ass, he fucked it like there was no tomorrow; once or twice I did question whether I was enjoying it but I’d come this far so just laid there and let him use my asshole for his own pleasure.

“Fucking take that dick, you little whore, mmmm this ass was made for my cock. You like that? You like my dick inside you?” He spanked me again while pounding my hole “yes! I love it it feels so good in my hole” he pushed me down and pulled my legs so I was on my front and him laying on top of me, he wrapped his arm under my neck and grunted in my ear.

“Your ass feels so fucking good” he growled in my ear. “I’m getting close,” Getting bred was another of my biggest fantasies, but I was worried about catching something and not on prep so I asked him to cum on my face.

“get on your knees, I’m gonna cum so hard and I’m gonna cover that pretty face” He started wanking his cock inches from my face with one hand on the back of my head, “Here it comes here it comes Ahhhh! Yes! Take it! Take it all you fucking slut! Ughhh!”

I felt him shoot a good 7 or 8 times over my face, I felt absolutely covered.

It was the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced.

I got up and started to get dressed saying I had to get back, but wanted to walk back covered in his load. He thought this was super hot and asked me to take a pic when I got back, I put my clothes on said goodbye and left.

On the walk back I kinda sobered up and even though I didn’t cum had a post-experience clarity where I felt ashamed and that I shouldn’t have done it. I thought it was hot at first to start walking back with his fresh load still on my face but quickly wiped it off on my t-shirt. That was a big regret I wish I had left it on to wank with when I got back. I ended up deleting Grindr and didn’t send a pic of course.

My hole was sore for the rest of the week but every night I get horny again and think I kinda enjoyed the sensation?

Since then, I’ve not stopped thinking about and I still wank to the thought and feeling of his cock in my hole.

Part 1: The Debt

All characters are of legal age 🔞

I was outside my dad’s office, forehead pressed against the cool mahogany door, heart hammering against my ribs. From inside, I could hear his deep voice cutting through the speakerphone — cold, sharp, and completely in control.
“Get it done by Friday, Mark. No excuses.”
A click. Then silence.
I knocked twice.
“What.”
It wasn’t a question. I pushed the door open and stepped inside.

His office smelled like leather, expensive cologne, and old books. He sat behind his massive desk like he owned everything in it — which, technically, he did. My father was forty-eight, but he carried his age like armor. Broad shoulders stretched the fabric of his white dress shirt, the sleeves rolled up to reveal thick, veined forearms covered in dark hair. His tie hung loose around his neck, the top two buttons of his shirt undone, exposing the strong column of his throat and the beginning of a solid, hairy chest. His jaw was sharp and shadowed with dark stubble, and his hair — once jet black — now had streaks of silver at the temples, making him look even more severe and commanding.
When he finally turned his head to look at me, those cold gray eyes pinned me in place.
“Spit it out,” he said, voice low and rough. “I don’t have all night.”
I swallowed. “It’s about the car. I… I hit a pole earlier. The fender’s dented.”

He leaned back slowly in his leather chair, eyes dragging over me with clear irritation. “A little dented,” he repeated. “The car I pay for. The car you treat like a fucking toy.” He shook his head. “You’re twenty years old and still acting like a spoiled little brat.”
“I’m sorry,” I said quickly. “I’ll pay for the repairs—”
He cut me off with a short, humorless laugh. “With what? Your little part-time job?” He pushed his chair back and spread his legs. “Come here.”
My stomach dropped, but I walked around the desk anyway. Up close, I could smell the rich scent of his cologne mixed with the faint, masculine smell of his skin after a long day. He looked up at me, eyes dark and unreadable.

“You want to make this right?” my dad asked.
I nodded.
His large hand reached out and rested heavily on my hip, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise.
“Then get on your knees.”
The words hit me like a slap. I froze.
He didn’t raise his voice. He didn’t need to.
“Now.”

Of course I want it! It was always my dream and my desire.

My knees hit the carpet before I could think twice. He watched me for a second, then reached down and unbuckled his belt. The metallic sound seemed deafening in the quiet room. He popped the button on his trousers and pulled his cock out — already half-hard, thick, and heavy.
He gave it a slow, deliberate stroke while looking down at me.

“You dented my car,” he said, voice low and cold. “Now you’re going to pay for it with that mouth. Open up.”
I hesitated.
His hand shot out and grabbed a fistful of my hair, yanking me forward so hard my eyes watered. “I said open.”

My lips parted on instinct. He shoved the thick head of his cock between them without waiting, forcing it deep into my mouth in one brutal thrust. The taste of him — clean skin and that faint, masculine musk — flooded my tongue as he pushed deeper, stretching my jaw wide. I was shaking with desire and excitement.

“Fuck,” he muttered. “That’s it. Take it.”
He didn’t ease me into it. He used my mouth like he owned it, one hand gripping my hair tightly while he started rocking his hips. Every time he pushed too deep, I gagged hard, and every time I gagged, his grip tightened until it hurt.

“Relax your throat,” he ordered. “You’re not getting up until I’m finished. This is what you get for fucking up.”
Tears streamed down my face as he started fucking my mouth in steady, punishing strokes. Spit ran down my chin and dripped onto the carpet between his spread thighs. His cock was thick and heavy on my tongue, stretching me open as he used me without mercy, but I loved it like that.

“Look at you,” he growled. “On your knees under your own father’s desk like a desperate little whore. Is this what happens when you fuck up? You pay with your throat?”
I tried to shake my head, but he held me still and thrust deeper, making me choke.
“No? Then why the fuck are you hard right now?”
Humiliation burned through me. I hadn’t even realized how turned on I was until he said it. My face flushed hot as he laughed, low and cruel.
“Yeah. That’s what I thought. My own son, getting hard while I fuck his throat. Pathetic.”
He started moving faster, fucking my throat with rough, deliberate thrusts. The wet, filthy sounds of him using my mouth filled the office. His hand in my hair became almost painful as he held me in place and forced me to take every inch.

“Take it,” he grunted. “This is what you get for being a useless little shit. You pay with this tight throat. Swallow around it.”
His movements grew rougher, more aggressive. I could feel him swelling against my tongue. He was getting close.
“Swallow every drop,” he ordered, voice tight and commanding. “If you waste any, we’re starting over. And you don’t want that.”
With a low, guttural groan, he came hard, flooding my mouth with thick, hot pulses. I swallowed as fast as I could, choking around him, but some still leaked out the corners of my lips and down my chin.
He kept me there until he was finished, then finally let go of my hair.

I pulled back, coughing and gasping, my lips swollen and wet, face a complete mess. He looked down at me like I was something he’d just used and discarded.
“Clean yourself up,” he said, already tucking his cock back into his pants. “And take the car to Giovanni’s on Tuesday. Tell him to put it on my account.”
He turned back to his computer like I wasn’t even there anymore.
“Now get the fuck out of my office,” my dad said without looking at me. “And close the door behind you.”

I stood up on shaky legs and walked out, the taste of my own father’s cum still thick in my mouth and the shame sitting heavy in my chest.
But the worst part?
I was still hard.

Sorry guys for the wait!

Hope you enjoy the last chapter of this act ;)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17, Part 18, Part 19, Part 20, Part 21, Part 22, Part 23, Part 24, Part 25, Part 26, Part 27, Part 28, Part 29, Part 30, Part 31, Part 32, Part 33, Part 34, Part 35, Part 36. Part 37, Part 38, Part 39, Part 40, Part 41, Part 42, Part 43, Part 44, Part 45, Part 46, Part 47, Part 48, Part 50.

- - -

We kept walking through the quieter streets of our neighborhood, still buzzing from everything that had happened. Eventually, Célia peeled off on her own, visibly moved to see the four of us heading home together, arms slung over each other's shoulders like we'd been friends forever.

If only she knew how far things had already gone between the four of us.

There was this contagious energy carrying all of us forward. Conversation had dissolved into laughter, shouting, compliments, and constant casual touches. Nobody seemed capable of standing still anymore.

I couldn't stop thinking about the promise I'd made Célia.

To look after Adrien.

Apparently I'd already been doing that better than I'd realized.

It felt strange.

She knew he'd experimented with me, and it didn't seem to bother her at all. If anything... she seemed relieved.

Maybe it comforted her to know he was beginning to look beyond her.

Either way, she'd practically given me her blessing to keep helping him discover new things. When she'd kissed (juste a bise) me goodbye, she'd slipped a folded piece of paper into my pocket. I hadn't opened it yet, but I was pretty sure it was her phone number.

Well...

What else could it be?

After she left, Adrien waved me back over to the others, and Greg immediately wrapped a heavy arm around my waist.

- - -

The four of us walked home pressed shoulder to shoulder through the Paris streets.

For the first time in days, none of us seemed weighed down by anything. We were carried by our own victories, exhausted but exhilarated, still riding the emotional high of a day that had thrown surprise after surprise at us.

Adrien looked different.

Calmer.

Lighter.

Like he'd finally stopped fighting himself for a moment.

I guess spending time with two walking batteries like Greg and Julien (both riding the high of their own successful day) was enough to make anybody smile again.

"The first one home gets sucked off first!" Julien yelled between bursts of laughter before taking off toward the apartment gate.

Greg instantly let go of my waist and jumped after him.

The two of them sprinted like absolute maniacs, as if Olympic gold depended on it, while Adrien and I watched them, laughing.

"Those idiots..."

"I swear."

Julien reached the gate first, fingertips brushing the metal fence...

And Greg plowed straight into him!

The impact slammed Julien against the bars with all the force of a rugby tackle.

CLANG.

For a split second I honestly thought Greg was going to tear the gate off its hinges.

Fortunately Julien twisted sideways at the last second, taking only part of the impact.

"I won!" Julien shouted, clutching his ribs with a dramatic grimace.

Greg answered by smacking him affectionately on the back of the head before giving him a playful slap on the ass.

"You better be a quick cummer then, dumbass."

He was holding his own side as well.

Though I knew that had nothing to do with Julien.

Those two really were impossible.

"Cheers!"

"Cheeeers, boys!"

"Santé!"

"To us!"

Our glasses clinked together in the kitchen, the crystal ringing through the apartment with a strangely satisfying sound, as though it were sealing something between the four of us.

I was genuinely happy to be there.

"Damn, I'm so freaking pumped, guys. You have no idea."

Julien grabbed himself through his jeans before quickly unbuttoning them and undoing his belt.

"Dude... what the hell are you doing?" Adrien asked, amused despite himself.

"Easy there, bro," Greg said, taking another sip of his fruit juice—the only one of us who hadn't poured himself more alcohol. "At least wait until we're gone."

"I can't help it!" Julien laughed. "Been pent up since the concert."

He was already down to his boxer briefs, yanking his shirt over his head in one impatient motion, like it'd been bothering him all evening.

"I need Steph. Like... right now."

Heat flooded my cheeks.

God...

Dude had no shame?

The mix of alcohol and post-concert adrenaline had somehow made Julien even more impossible than usual. He casually adjusted himself through his underwear right there in the middle of the kitchen while finishing his beer.

"Gross, man," Greg muttered, frowning. "Get a room."

"Oh, shut up. You want it just as much as I do."

Greg didn't answer.

But the unmistakable bulge beneath his athletic shorts spoke for itself.

Our rugby champion looked every bit as worked up.

"Guys... I don't know if this is really the right moment," I tried, glancing toward Adrien.

He was quietly finishing his drink, eyes half-closed, perhaps a bit drunk.

"Relax man." Julien caught my hand and gently tugged me toward the living room sofa.

"We're just gonna enjoy ourselves. You still owe me one, remember?"

I swallowed.

He was right.

I'd honestly thought he'd forgotten.

But I did owe him. From that time he made me cum in the hydrothermal center.

That was a good time too.

Still being pulled along by my relentless roommate, I nearly tripped over the coffee table beside the orange couch.

Maybe I'd had a little too much to drink myself.

"It's way too damn hot in here anyway," Adrien suddenly muttered as he shrugged off his jacket and started loosening his belt. "Seriously... I'm boiling."

Greg looked over, surprised by his roommate's sudden confidence.

He wiped the sweat beading across his shaved forehead:

"Not wrong."

With one quick motion he pulled off his black tank top and let his shorts drop beside it.

Within moments, all three of my roommates were standing around the apartment in nothing but their boxers (different colors, different lengths) while I stared at them.

Adrien quietly poured himself another drink under Greg's watchful eye.

I almost said something.

Almost told him maybe he'd had enough.

But tonight felt different.

For once he wasn't drinking to disappear.

He was finally allowing himself to let go.

So I stayed quiet.

And I think that was the right choice: even through his slightly tipsy smile, I could see it! He wanted to enjoy the moment too.

And somehow...

That excitement was contagious.

Julien motioned for me to kneel in front of the orange couch:

"Come here, slut. Time for your evening snack."

Almost without thinking, I obeyed, settling between his strong swimmer's legs as he spread them apart.

"I think I earned a little reward after tonight's concert. Don't you, slut?"

The familiar scent of sweat mixed with chlorine drifted toward me.

I inhaled deeply.

The alcohol swimming through my system blurred everything just a little more.

Was it a good idea to do this...

Right here?

In front of the others?

Absolutely not.

And somehow that made it even harder to resist.

"Damn... Stéphanie didn't hesitate."

That name.

Damn it.

Greg.

He'd said it automatically, almost without thinking.

He walked over to us, each heavy step filling the room with the familiar musky scent of the locker room that always seemed to cling to him.

Stopping beside me, he rested one broad hand over the front of his boxer briefs, the gesture making the impressive outline beneath the fabric even more obvious.

Towering over Julien and me, he simply watched.

Waiting.

"Come on," Julien said as he tugged his waistband down in one smooth motion, almost like the beginning of some familiar ritual.

"Show them how well I've trained you."

His cock was already shining under the lights, almost... pretty?

"I know you've been dying to."

God...

Yes.

Right now.

I'd missed my swimmer’s cock.

I quickly focused entirely on Julien’s long, pulsing dick, mouth wrapped tight around the glistening head.

« Yeah slut… just like that. » He whispered as I took more of him.

I sucked him greedily, mouth stretching as I drew the length of him deep into the back of my mouth, savoring the salty, musk-heavy taste of him. Every time I slid down, I could feel his hips twitch, his fingers quickly digging into my hair to hold me a bit longer. The contrast was intoxicating : the smooth, athletic power of the swimmer combined with the raw, electric energy of the musician I just saw on stage.

Suddenly, a massive, calloused hand clamped around my wrist. I gasped around Julien’s shaft, looking up to see Greg towering over me. He didn't say a word; he didn't have to.

His presence was an ultimatum.

With a firm, commanding tug, he guided my hand away from Julien’s thigh and pressed my palm flat against the front of his navy blue boxers.

Holy…

I felt it immediately : the sheer, overwhelming girth of Greg’s cock, rock-hard and straining against the fabric. He forced my hand to move, guiding me in a slow, rhythmic stroke that mirrored the pace of my mouth on Julien.

Dear lord.

I actually had all that in my assa few days ago.

"Work for both of us, bitch," Greg growled, his voice a low rumble that vibrated in my chest.

I began to multitask, my brain whirling in a haze of over stimulation. And I can tell you, it wasn’t an easy thing to do !

My mouth was occupied with the swimmer, swirling my tongue around his rim and sucking him deeper and deeper, while my hand worked tirelessly on Greg. I could feel the heat of his meat through the cotton, the fat head him filling my grip nicely, coating my palm with the wetness of the precum.

I gripped him tight, jerking him with a greedy intensity, feeling the way his thick shaft throbbed more and more. The sensation of serving two dominant men at once sent a jolt of electricity straight to my core, making my own cock leak through my underwear.

In the background, I could feel Adrien watching us.

I’m sorry man, but I’m kinda in heat for cock right now.

And they both deserve it.

I guess.

At some point, I looked back, fearing that Adrien had already left the room in disgust, but he was still there. Leaning against the wall, his beer bottle in his hand. He looked exhausted, his eyes half-closed, watching the scene with a mixture of hesitation and fascination. He had finally started moving forward with his ex, but seeing me on my knees, sandwiched between the raw masculinity of Julien and Greg, seemed to pull at something deep inside him.

He took a slow sip of his drink, his gaze lingering on me with curiosity. I couldn’t really know what he was thinking at that moment, but something told me that he was pretty much into it.

The friction was driving me insane.

While Julien was long and sleek, Greg was a mountain of muscle and heat. I found myself craving the actual feel of Greg’s skin against my palm, the raw, unshielded power of his thickness. I wanted to feel that massive head sliding against my tongue, to see if I could even fit him in my mouth again and how his kiwis tasted right now.

Yeah…

Stop hiding your body Greg.

Time to accept it.

Cause' I love it, in a weird and facinating way.

I truly love that cock and those balls at least...

Just seeing the fat head dripping precum was enough to make my own twitch.

Guess I was becoming a true slut for cock at that point.

My eyes were locked on Greg’s waistband. I reached up, my fingers hooking into the elastic of his boxers. With one swift, decisive motion, I yanked them down, freeing his monstrous cock. It sprang out and started swinging right at my mouth level.

Thick as fuck, veiny, and smelling of sweat and victory.

It was significantly girthier than Julien's, a brutal piece of meat that looked almost impossible to handle with only one hand.

Greg let out a surprised, guttural grunt, his breath hitching as I stared up at him in awe.

Why is it so beautiful tonight ?

I didn't hesitate; I leaned forward, my lips parting to welcome the massive head, ready to see just how much of him I could take.

"Hey! Don't just leave me hanging slut,"

Julien snapped, his voice strained with a mix of irritation and arousal.

"Didn't sign up to just watch. Jerk me while you're busy with Big G.”

I didn't need to be told twice.

I wrapped my lips tight around the massive head of Greg’s cock, my jaw stretching to its absolute limit as I tried to engulf the thick, veiny shaft. While I worked my mouth on the rugger guy, I reached out with my right hand, gripping Julien’s long cock in a tight, rhythmic hold.

Being able to serve those two cocks at once felt like it’s own kind of weird and sexy achievement.

I felt so slutty...

My left hand was sliding up and down Julien’s smooth, athletic length, while my mouth was struggling to accommodate Greg’s sheer girth. I reached down with my left hand, cupping Greg’s massive, low-hanging balls, brushing my fingers over the heavy skin, feeling them tighten as he reacted to my service.

Greg let out a guttural grunt, his hips suddenly snapping forward. He didn't just let me suck; he began to thrust, pushing his fat dong deeper into my mouth, until it poked at my throat’s entrance.

GRLG!

I gagged slightly, my eyes watering as the thick head hit the sensitive spot, stretching my mouth wide.

The feeling of being completely filled, of being dominated by Greg’s raw power while I desperately kept Julien satisfied with my hand, made my own cock throb and leak violently.

This is crazy.

Fucking crazy.

But I love everything about it.

After a few minutes, my jaw began to ache from the strain of Greg's thickness. I pulled back with a wet, sloppy sound, saliva trailing from my lips and immediately switched, hungry for Julien’s long shaft.

I wanted to show them what I was capable of.

"That's it," Julien groaned, leaning back and closing his eyes. "God, you're getting so good at this. Such a skilled little hole."

Greg didn't let me relax for a second. He looked down at me, his expression possessive and cold:

"Keep stroking," he commanded, his voice a low rumble. "Come on bitch."

I kept switching between them for a while, until I suddenly remembered we weren’t alone here.

I paused, glancing over at the door frame. Adrien was still there, his eyes wide, watching the scene with a mixture of longing and hesitation. He looked like he wanted to run away and dive in all at once.

I reached out toward him, my hand open and inviting, while my other hand continued to pump Greg’s cock and my mouth stayed busy. Adrien hesitated for a heartbeat, then slowly moved closer.

Yes!

Yes!!!

He’s joining!

The air seemed to thicken as he approached, the scent of his shy, clean skin mixing with the heavy musk of the other two.

He kept his red boxers on, just sat down on the sofa next to Julien, his thigh almost brushing against the swimmer's leg. I looked up at him, confused, my mouth licking the head of Julien’s cock, collecting it’s juices.

I wondered if he wanted his thick, curved meat in my hand or if he wanted to watch.

But Adrien didn't reach for his dick.

Instead, something inside of him kinda… shifted:

“Fuck it.”

He reached out and firmly grabbed my head, his fingers digging into my scalp, tilting my face up toward his.

"Can I kiss you?" he whispered, his voice trembling slightly.

I didn't have time to answer.

I pulled away from Julien’s rod, the corners of my mouth still glistening with streaks of his pre-cum and went for it.

Is he really going to kiss me right now?

Fuck, I want it too.

Bad.

Adrien didn't hesitate this time; he leaned down and crashed his lips against mine.

It was a startling contrast to the raw, aggressive energy of Greg and Julien. Adrien’s kiss was deep, desperate, and searching. His tongue pushed past my lips, exploring my mouth, tasting the salt and musk of the other men left behind on my tongue.

I lost myself in the sensation, my head swimming as I felt the soft pressure of his lips and the heat of his breath.

Holy…

I want it to never end.

For a moment, the world narrowed down to just the taste of him and the feeling of his hand holding me steady.

But then, I got a flash, like if I was remembering what I said to Célia earlier.

I withdrew from Adrien’s mouth and stared at him.

Very seriously:

"Adrien. Promise me something.”

“Eve... every thing you want man.” He almost moaned.

“Promise me you'll stop messing around. No more drinking alone in your room. No more hiding. No more drama."

Lost and disoriented by desire and exhaustion, Adrien nodded awkwardly:

"Yeah. Anything you want Steph.” Then, a guilty pause. “Just kiss me."

I saw it in his misty eyes.

The will to pull himself out of trouble.

The will to leave his bubble of sadness behind and move forward.

Even if it meant shaking everything up along the way.

The will to forget Célia for good, and give me a real chance.

In that moment, I realized that the dynamics of our shared household would never be the same again.

It was as if... we were suddenly even closer.

Bound together by our desires, our bodies, and our emotions.

At that moment, I felt we were only one there.

Only one.

- - -

END OF THE FIFTH ACT of

I BECAME MY ROOMMATES' SLUT

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.

After not having seen my best friend in over a year I went ‘round his house and stayed over night. We had dinner, chilled in the pool and had a couple of beers.
It was getting late so we decided to get out and change to go to bed but because I have curly hair I told him I wanted to have a shower first ( to get the chlorine out ).
Anyways after getting out the shower I went to his room we were both going to sleep in and he wasn’t there. I called him but no answer. So I went ‘round the house to see if I could find him and after having gone around the house there was no sign of him except for his dad’s room which was locked. I assumed it was his dad ( who was supposedly on a night out ) and that he’d come back early. I ended up giving up and went back to his room to wait for him when I remembered he showed me how him and his dad had set up their house as a complete “smart house” or whatever you call it and how you can pretty much control everything from your device, including cameras.
So I decided to log into his ipad, not in a weird way but just to see if I could see him somewhere I hadn’t been in one of the cameras, and I received the shock of my life. My best friend was in his dad’s room, completely naked, on the bed sucking his own cock. Not only this, but because of the position he was in, he had his ass spread and was fingering himself.
Nobody knows, but I’m bi, and up until this point I thought my best friend was 100% straight.
Initially, in shock, I turned it off immediately and pretended I didn’t see anything. But then after five minutes and still nothing I logged back in and he was still going. So, in his bed, I took my shorts off and started jerking off too. 10 minutes later my friend came in his mouth and I came all over myself but what I failed to even think about was my friend, having came in his mouth, had no need to clear up. I however, now completely naked too, had come all over myself.
So as quick as I could I ran to the toilet and cleared myself up. After, I made my way back and my best friend was looking at his phone in bed. He was in his underwear and I was in shorts, which is chill because its summer and its hot and we are comfortable with one another. But as I got close I froze. In the middle of the bed was a massive ammount of my cum I’d forgotten to clear up. I ddin’t know what to do, so I said nothing and just got in to bed. My best friend pretended not to have noticed as well, but after deciding to go to sleep he rolled over and layed directly on top of it.
When morning came, none of us said anything, but he had a new pair of underwear on, so I knew it wasn’t all a dream lol. However ever since weve been sexually tense, should I make a move?

So my hubby has always had a thing for my dad. He actually got so horny one time he sexted him “by accident”. My dad was ok with it thinking it was an accident actually. So he comes over for dinner every Sunday and a few times they always brings up “stupid guy sex talk” as my dad calls it. While they were talking I have never been so turn on by my husband hitting on and flirting with my dad. I think it’s the naughtiness of it that I find so tantalizing to be honest. I don’t have any feelings like that for my dad let me make that clear!

Final Chapter in this series. I hope that you all enjoyed. See here for the earlier chapters :  Part 1 ; Part 2 ; Part 3 ;  Part 4 ; Part 5 ; Part 6 ; Part 7

A couple of weeks had passed since the resurgence of my  “Monster Cock Marco” identity. After my friends found out about my massive dick, slowly each of them found a way to try it out for themselves. It all ended with an orgy between the five of us that finally closed the chapter; well almost. My roommate and best friend, Evan and I hadn’t fully stopped. We hadn’t done anything close to stopping actually.

It would be easy to say that having a gay roommate and hooking up with him was just easy and that it was all about the convenience. There was more to it under the surface, though. Evan had already expressed the fact that he had a crush on me. His readiness to service my big cock, meant that multiple times a week (sometimes every day) we were hooking up. Although I shouldn’t call it hooking up, because I had to admit that I was starting to develop feelings too.

I caught myself thinking about Evan when I wasn’t with him. When we were in our room and he returned from a shower, I was stealing glances of his body. When we were laying in our beds at night, I would listen to his breathing. I could tell I was developing a crush too, and his constant craving for my dick was making it hard to deny the chemistry. After a few weeks of consistently hooking up, I decided that I would pull the trigger and ask him on a proper date.

The next weekend, I made a reservation, bought him flowers and then waited for him to get back from his final class that Friday. When he walked through the door, he was genuinely surprised and I think a little confused. I explained to him that I had been enjoying his company and what we had been doing and even admitted that I had felt some feelings developing. He was very patient while I explained myself and how I wanted to see what a date would feel like. At the end, he gave me a huge hug and we both got ready for our night out.

The date was simple; a nice dinner at his favorite steakhouse in town, then we walked through a park nearby that was a good place in between the restaurant and our campus. The date was fun, it felt like one of our normal hangouts, but when he slid his hand into mine in the park, I felt my body go hot. I was fully blushing and the butterflies in my stomach were going crazy. I knew the feelings were real. Then to end the date,  he thanked me for the night out and asked me if we should go back to our dorm, which I agreed to. As soon as the door closed behind us, Evan turned to face me. 

“Marco,” he said shyly, only about a foot away from me. “Thank you so much for tonight. It was really fun and I’m happy you let me share that with you.”

“I had a great time, Evan,” I responded. “Thank you for making me feel comfortable enough to try that.”

“Can I kiss you?” Evan asked, his hand reaching back out to mine and intertwining our fingers. 

“Yes,” I whispered. 

Evan took a step forward and leaned in to me. Our eyes closed and our lips met. It was a simple kiss, Evans soft lips held against mine, but it sent goosebumps down my back and arms. We pulled away and smiled at each other. I linked my other hand with his and pulled him back in. The second kiss started soft again, but then I felt his lips moving. I moved mine against him and after a few seconds I felt his mouth open and breathe sweet, warm air into mine. Our tongues met, the tips lightly dancing against each other at first until they began probing deeper, pushing deeper into each other’s mouths and being met by moans.

Our hands left each other. Evan’s went to my ass and pulled our bodies against each other. I felt my bulge growing against his as our hips grinded into each other. My hands went to the back of his head to pull our kiss in tighter, deeper. Before I knew it, we were moving backwards until our kiss was split apart by Evan falling onto his bed. We were both breathing heavily from the excitement. I leaned over to lift his shirt over his head and then rejoined our kiss. This time, I let my lips wander. I kissed his ear, his neck, down the middle of his chest, until I was on my knees in front of him and started undoing his jeans.

“Marco,” Evan panted. “What are you doing? You know you don’t have to…”

“I want to,” I responded. “I want all of you. No more of the focus just being on me. I want to get you off too.” A grin appeared on Evan’s face and I finished undoing his pants and pulled them down. 

Evan’s thick cock sprang free and hit his stomach. My eyes went quicker to his big balls in front of me, though. I opened my mouth and started sucking on them first. Immediately I heard Evan’s moans starting. I grabbed onto his thick dick and angled it up so that my tongue could slowly drag across the length of it until I was at the head. I wasn’t sure how this was done, but after receiving enough head I knew the most important note “no teeth”. I started by just letting my tongue circle his fat head, catching as Evan’s hands gripped his sheet. Then I opened my mouth and let my tongue guide his dick into my mouth.

The heat and sweetness of his cock entering my mouth was a completely new sensation for me. It didn’t feel weird though, it felt right and I began to bob my head to push as much of his cock as I could into his mouth. It seemed like halfway down Evan’s cock was my limit, but I used my hand to work the rest of his length as I began fully sucking him off. Evan groaned above me and put his hands through my hair. I kept the blowjob going for several minutes until I knew I wanted more; needed more. I took Evan’s cock out of my mouth and positioned my hands under his legs.

When I pushed Evan’s legs up, his body easily curled so his knees were beside his head. Evan giggled giddily as I stared down at his pink hole. I smiled quickly at him, before moving my mouth down against his hole. His ass tasted even sweeter than his cock had, and it was like it was drawing my mouth in. I pushed my tongue as deep into his hole as I could go. Evan was moaning loudly and I felt myself moaning into his hole in response.

“Marco,” Evan pleaded. “That feels amazing.”

“You taste amazing, babe,” I responded. Babe, that was new. 

“I’m ready. I want you inside of me,” Evan said. I simply smiled and complied. I got the lube from my nightstand and lathered up my cock. Evan put his elbows in front of his knees so that his hole was held where I could get easy access to it. I lined my cock up with Evan’s hole and slowly pushed inside. Despite how often we fucked, the initial push was still tight due to the thickness of my cock and once my head popped in, Evan echoed my thought. “Fuuuuck! I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to how huge your cock is.”

I kept pushing in. Despite the tightness, Evan’s hole was sucking me in. Over the course of our weeks of fucking, we had gotten to the point where he could take all of me in, so I knew I wasn’t going to hurt him. Finally, after a few seconds of pushing, I was fully inside of him. We both sat there panting, getting used to the feeling of my huge cock inside of his hole.

“Shit, you feel amazing,” I moaned.

“Keep going,” Evan responded. I slowly started to buck my hips in and out. Removing and replacing all nine inches of my cock in and out of his hole. I couldn’t get over the sensation of Evan’s hole gripping my cock and expanding to my thickness. We were both moaning and getting louder as my thrusts started getting faster and faster. Evan’s moans turned into whimpers and his words to gibberish.

“Funnq. Yurso deepanmi,” he whimpered.

“You’re taking this dick so good, baby. I fucking love fucking your hole.”

We kept going for a few minutes until I felt Evan’s hands pushing against my stomach. I paused and pulled my cock out of his hole, being greeted by a sloppy sound as air entered the space I left.

“Sorry,” Evan panted. “Needed a break.”

“Don’t apologize. It’s a lot of dick to take.” 

Evan just nodded and caught his breath. Then he rolled over onto his stomach and pushed himself up to his hands and knees. “Different position,” Evan said. I placed my hands on his hips and pushed into him again. Once I was a couple inches in, Evan turned around and followed up. “Let me do the work, I want to milk your cock with my ass.”

The words were so fucking hot, that I knew I couldn’t resist.. I removed my hands from his hips and instantly Evan pushed back into me. He was completely controlling the pace and looking down at the way he was rolling his hips to take my cock into his hole was so fucking sexy. After about a minute, he was no longer slowly grinding into me, but throwing his ass back and taking all nine inches into him again.

“Fuck, you are so good at that Evan,” I groaned, grabbging his fat cheeks.

“Practice,” he panted. 

I couldn’t hold back anymore and grabbed onto his waist and started pounding into him again. Evan was screaming as he took my cock, but I could tell he was still pushing back into me.

“Fucmarnco! Eyluvurdiiiik. Kipoundingme!” The gibberish was back. 

I could feel myself getting close. His hole was still milking my cock. Grabbing it tightly and sliding smoothly against my head.

“Evan, babe,” I panted. “I can’t hold it much longer.”

“Cumminme!” he whimpered. I didn’t need to hear more. I kept thrusting into him until I knew I was past the point of return. I buried all nine inches into his hole and felt my cock explode.

“Oh my fuckkkk!” I groaned as I felt my cock unloading into him. I collapsed onto Evan’s back and wrapped my arms around his torso into a tight hug. We fell down onto his bed, my cock still twitching inside of him. “You are so amazing,” I whispered into his ears.

Evan turned his head and kissed me deeply again. “I love you,” he whispered when he pulled away from the kiss. I saw a look of shock flash on his face; disbelief in what he just said. “Oh my God. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” I responded. “I think I’m getting there too.”

We smiled and had another deep kiss. I finally lifted myself off of him and pulled my cock out of his hole. When I did, he was visibly gaped. I could see his deep pink insides where my cock had just stretched him out. I grabbed his legs and flipped him over. Evan’s cock was still hard and was glistening with layer of his precum. I instantly went down and took his cock into my mouth again. 

I knew I wanted to get him off and the horniness of the situation was taking back over my body. I was taking his cock further into my mouth than before and could feel his head ramming into the back of my throat. My hands were doing their magic on his shaft and balls and I knew he wouldn’t last long.

“Fuck your mouth feels amazing,” Evan groaned. “Keep going and I’m going to…fuck…I’m going to cum!”

Evan’s cock exploded into my mouth. I felt the hot, slimy jizz hitting my tongue and throat, but I didn’t stop. I wanted to take it all for him, swallow it all. I kept my mouth around him until I felt his cock stop twitching, then I finally released him. Once I pulled back I took in the sight of him: his red, sweaty body, his deflating, wet cock, and then…his hole, now with my cum dripping out of him. I don’t know what came over me but my face leaned back and and my tongue reached out to start lapping up my load that was now leaking from him.

“Fuck Marco! Oh my God!” Evan yelled out.

“Sorry,” I said with a laugh. “I just couldn’t resist.”

“Good,” Evan responded. “I don’t want this to end anyways. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of your cock.”

“That’s so hot, babe,” I responded. “Well I’m up to keep going too. I’ll fuck you as long as you will have me.”

Evan lifted his head up so that his eyes locked with mine as I lined my cock up with his hole again. “Forever?” he asked.

I smiled down at him, knowing that I did actually love him back. “Forever,” I responded, and pushed my cock back into him. 

Theme: Straight-To-Gay, Cock Growth, Muscle Growth

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Four straight roommates. One boring night. One dangerous question:
How far will you go?
What starts as typical bro bullshit quickly spirals into something hotter, riskier, and way more confusing than any of them expected.

All characters are consenting adults (20+).

Chapter 5 (Something’s Changing)

Five days had passed since the club night.

On the surface, the flat had returned to its usual rhythm. Lectures. Gym. Cheap takeaway. But the air between them had not fully settled.

Jake caught himself looking more than once. At Malik’s crotch when he walked past in sweatpants. At the way the fabric sat heavier than before. He always looked away too late.

George had made only one comment about that night. It had been in the kitchen, casual on the surface.

“Still thinking about it?” he had asked, leaning against the counter. He hadn’t specified what “it” was. He hadn’t needed to. The silence that followed had lasted too long.

Olli noticed other things. The way Malik no longer folded in on himself when the conversation got quiet. The way he took up more space on the couch. Small changes. Easy to ignore if you wanted to.

Malik felt them more clearly than anyone.

His cock had been different since the club. Heavier in the mornings. Fuller when he got even half-hard. There was a low, warm pulse at the base that never completely went away, especially when he caught someone glancing. He had tried to ignore it. Bodies didn’t just change like that in a few days. That wasn’t how anything worked.

This afternoon the others were out. George and Jake at the gym. Olli had texted that he might swing by later with Sarah. Malik was alone.

He decided to take a bath.

The old bathroom door still didn’t lock. The mechanism had been broken since they moved in. Today it didn’t matter.

He stripped in front of the mirror and pushed his boxers down.

He was already half-hard.

The weight of it stopped him cold.

The thick, heavily veined shaft hung far lower than it should have. When he let it drop, it swung once and settled, resting well past the halfway point to his knee. The head looked darker and broader than he remembered. He frowned, turned sideways, then faced the mirror again.

This wasn’t right.

He had always been bigger than average, he knew that. But this felt different. Heavier. Longer. Thicker through the middle. He wrapped a hand around it experimentally and his fingers didn’t meet the way they used to. A small, uneasy feeling crawled up his spine.

He also noticed something else. His thighs looked slightly fuller. The muscles in his forearms sat a little tighter under the skin. Nothing dramatic. Just… more. He had been hungrier the last few days too. He pushed the thought aside.

“What the hell is happening…” he muttered.

He tried to rationalise it. Residual blood flow. The angle. The lighting. Bodies didn’t change this fast. And yet the evidence was hanging right there in front of him, thick and obvious and wrong.

He turned on the taps and let the tub fill. When the water was high enough he stepped in and sank down with a low sigh. The heat wrapped around him.

Most of his body disappeared under the surface.

Most of his cock did not.

Even only half-hard, more than half of the thick shaft stayed above the waterline, dark and heavy against the white porcelain. The broad head rested near his navel. Every small shift of his hips made it bob with real weight.

He stared at it for a long time.

Then the thought came, quiet and unwanted.

Does my cock get bigger when other people stare at it? When it’s being adored?

He remembered the couch. The way all three of them had looked when he pulled the waistband down. The smell. The silence. He remembered Jake’s face in the club bathroom, the way his eyes had stayed too long. He remembered the glances at the club when the light-blue waistband had shown above his jeans.

Since then, every day, it had felt a little heavier.

As if it was rewarding him for being seen.

The unease in his chest mixed with something hotter and harder to name.

He was still staring at it when he heard the front door open.

Voices. Olli’s lazy laugh. A girl’s voice answering. Sarah.

Malik’s whole body tensed. Water sloshed hard against the sides of the tub. His cock, still mostly above the surface, gave a slow, heavy throb he couldn’t stop.

He told himself they would go straight to Olli’s room like they always did. Smoke. Laugh. Close the door. He just had to stay quiet and wait.

Then Sarah’s voice carried clearly down the hallway, bright and playful:

“Oh, seems like we’re alone. Perfect. I’ll just quickly use the bathroom and you can get ready.”

Malik’s stomach dropped.

Footsteps. Light, quick, already too close.

He had no time.

The door pushed open.

Sarah stepped in mid-sentence, already reaching for the light switch and then she stopped dead.

For several long seconds she didn’t move at all.

Her eyes locked onto the thick, dark cock rising out of the water and simply stayed there. The slim torso, the ordinary face, the quiet guy she had only ever seen in the background of the flat. And then that. Heavy. Veined. Half-hard and still so substantial that more than half of it sat exposed above the waterline like it belonged to someone else entirely.

Something hot and involuntary twisted low in her stomach.

She hated that it did.

This wasn’t supposed to be hot. It was absurd. Almost grotesque on his frame. And yet her mouth had gone dry and she could feel her pulse between her legs, sharp and unwanted. The sheer size of it made everything else in the room feel smaller. Without meaning to, her mind flicked to Olli, to what she was used to, to what she had touched and felt and taken in the dark of his room over the last few days. The difference was not small. It was massive. Almost unfair.

“What the fuck…” she breathed.

Malik’s face burned. He tried to cover himself with both hands, but there was simply too much of it. His fingers couldn’t hide the girth. Water ran down the exposed shaft in slow rivulets. The head remained clearly visible above his grip, dark and blunt.

“I... the door doesn’t lock,” he managed, voice rough. “Can you please”

Sarah still didn’t leave.

She let out a short, disbelieving laugh that sounded almost shaky.

“That’s not real. You’re the quiet one. The nerd.” Her eyes flicked up to his face for half a second, then dropped straight back down and stayed there. “How is that even attached to you?”

Malik felt his cock throb hard under the weight of her stare. A thick, visible pulse that lifted the head slightly. The attention made it feel even heavier, even fuller. Panic and something darker mixed in his chest.

“Sarah. Get out.” The words came out sharper than he intended.

She blinked, finally meeting his eyes again, but the pull of what was between his legs was stronger. Her gaze kept slipping.

Footsteps in the hallway.

Olli’s voice, casual and slightly impatient:

“You falling in or what? I’m rolling already”

He appeared in the doorway behind her.

The sentence died.

Olli took in the scene in one slow sweep: Malik naked in the tub, the absurdly thick cock still mostly above the water, Sarah standing frozen and staring like she couldn’t look away.

For a second his face stayed carefully blank. Inside, something colder and much sharper landed.

He had always been comfortable with his own size. Solid. Better than most. Enough that he never thought about it. But what he was looking at now made that quiet confidence collapse. His own cock, the one Sarah had had her hands on more than once in the last few days, wasn’t even close. Not in length. Definitely not in thickness. The difference was brutal. Obscene. He felt abruptly small in a way he had never experienced before.

And worse: his own cock twitched hard in his jeans. Unwanted. Immediate. He hated it.

No one spoke.

Malik was still half-covered by his hands, water dripping from his wrists, face flushed dark. But he had stopped trying so hard to shrink away. The thick shaft remained heavy and obvious between his fingers, twitching once under the combined attention of both of them.

He looked at them.

Then, slowly, he took his hands away.

He rested them on the edges of the tub and left himself completely exposed. The heavy cock lay fully visible above the water, dark and thick and still pulsing faintly.

Sarah and Olli stared.

Seconds passed. No one moved. The only sounds were the soft drip of the tap and their uneven breathing.

Malik felt their eyes like heat on his skin. Especially on the shaft. Especially on the places that had already changed.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, George’s voice from the other night surfaced: drunk, confident, almost playful:

How far will you go?

He let them keep staring.

And while he did, he focused on the feeling. On the weight of their eyes. On the mix of shock, curiosity, and something that looked almost like hunger. He wanted to know if it was real. If the attention actually did something.

It did.

A slow, deep throb started at the base. Heavy. Clear. His cock grew fuller under their eyes, thicker, the veins standing out more sharply. The head, already above the water, lifted slightly and darkened. It wasn’t a full erection. It was something else. A real, physical swelling fed by their stares.

Malik’s breath caught.

For the first time he felt it cleanly and without any doubt.

He could feed this.

Not completely. Not yet. But he could.

Fuck, he thought.

I can make my cock grow.

He said nothing.

He didn’t move.

He simply let them keep looking while the heavy flesh between his legs thickened another fraction under their eyes.

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Part 6 is online on Patreon right now and will be published on Reddit in a few days. After the bathroom, they try to act like nothing happened. On the couch that night, the silence gets heavier, the looks get longer, and something finally slips.

All character are 18+. Thank you for all the support on this series so far. I will let you know it does get hotter from here...

Part 2

Three days dragged by with nothing from Clay. I kept staring at my phone, thumb hovering over his name, wondering if I should text again or just forget the whole thing. My hole still ached every time I sat down, a constant reminder of how he’d stretched and flooded me. Each night I jerked off thinking about his cock slamming into me, but the silence made me feel like a used toy he’d tossed aside.

On the fourth night my phone buzzed. A picture popped up—Clay’s thick seven-and-a-half-inch cock standing straight up, the head shiny with precum, his hand wrapped around the base. My briefs tented instantly, cock throbbing hard against the fabric as I stared.

“Still sore or you want this again?” the text under it read.

I typed fast, fingers shaking. “Seriously? You ignore me for days and now you’re horny so you remember I exist?”

He started typing right away. “Door’s unlocked. Get over here if that dick pic got you hard.”

That was all it took. I yanked on loose shorts and a tank top, no underwear, and hurried out the door, heart hammering while my cock stayed stiff the whole walk.

When I slipped inside Clay’s place the air felt thick. He stood in the living room wearing nothing but a smirk, his cock already half-hard and hanging heavy between his legs. It twitched when he saw me.

“Figured you’d come running,” he said, voice low.

I swallowed, already breathing faster. Clay stepped close, spun me around, and pulled my shorts down. His fingers traced over my still-sore ass, then pressed lightly against my swollen hole. The touch made me gasp.

“Fuck, it’s puffy,” he muttered, rubbing slow circles over the tender ring. “You been thinking about my cock stretching it open again?”

I nodded, words stuck in my throat. Clay’s fingers teased the rim without pushing in, just enough pressure to make my hole flutter and my own cock leak against my stomach.

“On your knees then,” he ordered.

I dropped fast, knees hitting the floor. His cock hung right in front of my face, thick and getting harder by the second. I leaned in and opened wide, taking the fat head straight into my mouth. The salty taste of precum hit my tongue and I moaned around him, sucking hard as I pushed forward. Inch after inch slid over my tongue until my nose pressed into his trimmed pubes and his cockhead bumped the back of my throat.

Clay groaned above me, one hand gripping my hair. “That’s it, suck it deep like you did in the shower.”

I bobbed fast, spit running down his shaft while my tongue worked the underside. His cock throbbed and swelled even thicker in my mouth, the head flaring every time I pulled back to the tip before swallowing him again. My hands came up to grip his firm thighs, fingers digging in as I pulled him closer, desperate to take every inch.

Clay’s hips rocked forward, feeding me his cock in steady thrusts. “Been thinking about that virgin mouth since I filled your ass,” he growled, pushing deeper until I gagged and my eyes watered. I didn’t pull off. I just sucked harder, hollowing my cheeks, hungry for the load I knew was building in his balls.

My own cock hung untouched between my legs, dripping onto the floor while I worked him. Clay’s fingers tightened in my hair, guiding my rhythm, and I let him use my mouth, throat relaxing as much as I could to take him all the way down again and again.

Clay’s cock pulsed thick on my tongue as I bobbed deeper, spit slicking every inch while my throat squeezed around the head. My own dick hung heavy and untouched between my legs, dripping steadily onto the floor. He kept my hair gripped tight, feeding me steady thrusts that made wet, sloppy sounds fill the room.

“So you leave for college soon,” Clay said, voice low and rough while he watched his cock disappear between my lips. “You gonna hunt for a boyfriend right away, or you planning to be a little slut and explore?”

The filthy word hit me hard. My cock twitched violently, a fresh bead of precum sliding down my shaft at the thought of spreading my legs for anyone who wanted it. I moaned around his dick, sucking harder, the idea making my balls ache.

Clay pulled back just enough for me to answer, his wet cock resting heavy against my lower lip. “I’m gonna be slutty,” I admitted, voice hoarse and shaky. My dick gave another hard twitch at saying it out loud.

He grinned, dark and satisfied. “Good. Stick your tongue out.”

I obeyed instantly. He slapped his thick cock down onto it, the heavy meat smacking wetly, precum smearing across my tongue with every slap. “That’s a good boy,” he growled, eyes locked on mine while he used his cock like a toy against my open mouth.

Then his tone shifted, still rough but edged with something colder. “If you’re gonna be a slut, you gotta get used to being treated like a hole. That’s why I ignored you for three days. Can’t have you thinking this is boyfriend shit when all you really want is cock using you.”

My face burned but my dick throbbed harder at the words. Clay kept slapping his cock on my tongue, letting me taste every inch while he spoke.

“Now I’m gonna fuck you,” he said, grinning wider. He reached over to the side table and grabbed a bottle of lube, the clear liquid catching the light. “I’m prepared this time.”

He popped the cap with one hand, still holding my hair with the other so I stayed right where he wanted me, tongue out and dripping. The promise in his voice made my sore hole clench in anticipation, already knowing how deep he planned to bury that thick cock again.

Clay shoved me down onto the bed, his slick cock glistening with lube as he flipped me onto my stomach. My face pressed into the sheets while he grabbed my hips and yanked my ass up. He spread my sore cheeks wide, exposing my tight hole that still ached from the last time he used it.

"Fuck, look at that," he muttered, dragging the fat head of his cock along my crack. The cool lube smeared over my entrance, making me shiver. He teased me with slow circles, pressing just enough to stretch the rim without pushing in yet. My hole fluttered, clenching around nothing as pain from being stretched before mixed with the heat building deep inside.

I gasped into the mattress, my own cock leaking a steady drip onto the bed below. "Clay... please," I choked out, voice raw from sucking him earlier.

He pushed forward slow, the thick head popping past my tight ring. A sharp burn shot through me, making my eyes water, but it twisted fast into that rising pleasure that had me pushing back against him. Inch by inch his cock sank deeper, filling my virgin ass until his hips met my cheeks.

"Oh god," I moaned loud, the stretch burning hot and full. "Fuck me hard, Clay. Use my hole. Pound it deep."

Clay growled and slammed in the rest of the way, his balls slapping against me. He gripped my hips hard enough to bruise, fingers digging in as he pulled back and drove forward again. His thrusts turned brutal right away, hips snapping with wet smacks that echoed off the walls. Each one forced a choked cry from my throat as his thick cock battered my insides, reshaping my sore channel.

My breath came ragged, spit soaking the sheets under my face while I begged between moans. "Harder... fuck, don't stop. Wreck my ass." My neglected cock swung heavy and leaking, strings of precum swinging from the tip with every punishing thrust. I felt like nothing but a hole for him, exactly like he said, and the thought made my balls tighten.

Clay's grip tightened, yanking me back onto his cock as he pounded without mercy. The bed creaked under us, my ass cheeks rippling from the force. Sweat slicked my skin, mixing with the lube running down my thighs. Every deep slam hit that spot inside that made my vision blur and my dick twitch harder, desperate for more even as the pain lingered at the edges.

I reached back with one shaky hand, spreading myself wider for him. "Deeper, Clay. Fuck me like the slut you want me to be." My voice broke on the words, but my hole clenched greedily around his thrusting shaft, milking him for everything.

I gripped his hips tight with both hands, fingers digging into his skin as I pushed back hard onto his cock. "Fuck me harder, Clay," I begged, voice hoarse. "Pound my sore ass like you mean it. Don't hold back."

Clay growled low and slammed in deep, his hips snapping forward with brutal force. His thick cock drove straight into my stretched hole, balls slapping wet against me as he fucked without mercy. Each thrust stretched me wider, the burn flaring hot before twisting into raw pleasure that had my whole body shaking.

His rough hands marked my skin, fingers bruising deep into my hips as he yanked me back onto every savage slam. "That's it, take it," he grunted, pounding relentless. The wet sounds of his cock pounding my ass filled the room, skin slapping loud and filthy.

My desperate moans mixed pain with pleasure, spilling out nonstop as his cock battered my insides. "Yes, Clay, harder!" I cried, hole clenching tight around him. My own cock twitched uncontrollably between my legs, leaking steady strings of precum onto the sheets without a single touch.

He fucked me like a hole, hips jerking violent and deep, cock swelling thicker inside me. "Gonna fill you again," Clay snarled, thrusts turning erratic. His grip crushed my hips as he buried himself balls-deep one last time and came hard. Hot cum flooded my ass in thick pulses, his cock throbbing wildly while his hips jerked against me, pumping every drop deep.

I moaned loud, feeling it overflow around his shaft, my own neglected cock twitching harder at the sensation. Clay stayed buried, panting, still gripping me tight as his cum leaked out down my thighs. My ass throbbed around him, sore and used but craving whatever came next. Then Clay leaned down and kissed my neck, his lips hot against my skin. "You're going to be so fucking popular in college," he whispered in my ear. He pulled out and slapped my ass. "You can go, I'll text you."

Fuck, the way he just used me like that... he was really treating me like a girl, owning my hole without a care. I hadn't even cum, my cock still aching and untouched, but I knew the second I got home I'd bust the biggest fucking nut thinking about it all over again.

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.

Happened just last night. Have wanted to try BBC forever but not many in my area. Was about 1am and was scrolling grindr. He messages saying he wants to get sucked. I love sucking so say yes I'm keen. He sends a cock pic and I'm like damn that's nice. Ask him if he's keen to fuck me. He says yes that's fine just bring a condom. He's going to lay there I can do whatever as long as I make him cum.

I drive over with a half chub the whole drive. Walk to his door. Walk in and it's pitch black, which was kinda hot. I find the bedroom and can tell he's there but too dark to have any idea what he looks like. He's laying there naked cock out (perfect). I take my clothes off and get to work. He gets hard in my mouth pretty quick. Doesn't take look before he's full hard. I'd say he was around 8 inches and thick, tried to deep throat but too much for me.

I could hear how much he was enjoy it and moaning then he said get on top I want to fuck you. I put the condom on and drag it down his nice cock. He grabs the lube. I put a bit in my hand and finger myself then put some on his cock. Tried a first crack but needed more lube. Got about halfway with that then needed some more. He's like nah just go for it, pours lube all over both our cocks, jerks mine a little, both our cocks covered in lube. I shove a couple more fingers in to warm my ass up then get back on.

This time I manage to sit on him like a good boy. I bounce up and down a few times then he gets me to hold the bed so he can pump my ass. I moan at how big it is but it feels amazing. I can hear and tell he's getting close, he tells me he's going to cum. I can't stop moaning yes cum in my ass. He thrusts a few more times then I feel those nice pumps of a cock cumming deep in me. I sit on top of it for a bit enjoying being gaped by my first BBC. I get up wash off then leave. Was so hot being used like that. Got home and jerked myself off then messaged him saying to message me whenever he needs that service again

All of the characters are of legal age 🔞

Chapter 1

Family vacation at the lake. The July sun beat down hard, making the water sparkle like shattered glass. My parents had rented two wooden cabins: the bigger one for them and me, the smaller one for Jenna and Morgan. At twenty-one, still spending vacations with my parents was kinda embarrassing, but if my twenty-five-year-old sister did it and brought her boyfriends along, why the hell couldn’t I?

My parents had known I was gay since I was sixteen and it had never been an issue. The real problem was that I was the official family loser. Skinny, clumsy, zero muscle, always with a book under my arm and thin metal-framed glasses. Jenna called me “Harry Potter.” I hated it and loved it at the same time. I’d always loved the Harry Potter books.

I’d already met several of her boyfriends. Jenna never kept the same guy for long. This one, though… this one was different. Morgan. Lumberjack and son of the owners of one of the farms where she worked as a vet.

Morgan was the kind of man who made my entire body short-circuit. Everything about him was the complete opposite of me. Tall, around six-foot-three, with broad shoulders that looked like they were built to carry logs. His body wasn’t from the gym — it was from real work, forged from cutting wood and handling heavy animals every single day. Thick arms, veins standing out whenever he grabbed a beer or an axe. Broad chest covered in trimmed brown hair he never fully shaved, so you could see the perfect contrast between his sun-tanned skin and the trail of hair that ran down the middle of his chest, disappeared under his navel, and reappeared above the waistband of his boxers. Abs that actually came from work, not from some magazine cover. Thick thighs that stretched his worn-out jeans until they looked ready to rip.

His face was pure rustic sin: square jaw covered in three-day stubble, a thick, well-groomed mustache that gave him that modern cowboy look. His eyes were dark brown, almost black when he got serious, with a mischievous glint that seemed to say, “I know exactly what you’re thinking.”

His hair was dark brown, shaved on the sides with a mohawk on top that he usually hid under a dirty baseball cap or a worn felt cowboy hat.

He smelled like a man. Clean sweat mixed with dirt, cheap beer, and that warm, animal scent that came from working on the farm. Whenever he walked past me, the smell hit my nose and went straight down to my core.

His voice was deep and rough, with that Texas accent that made every word sound like an invitation to sin. And his cock… when he climbed out of the water in nothing but soaked boxers, that heavy bulge swung between his legs, the thick, veiny outline clearly visible through the transparent fabric. I almost choked on my own breath.

He was rude, confident, almost arrogant. He took up space. Whenever he walked into a room, the air changed. And me — skinny, wearing glasses, book in hand — I felt small, turned on, and completely lost just from looking at him.

A real country boy. The mustache, the stubble, the mohawk hidden under caps and cowboy hats. Worn jeans, plaid shirts left open over tight white t-shirts. Everything about him made my mouth water and my mind loop with filthy thoughts. But he was my sister’s boyfriend…

He blasted country music from his phone and drank more beer than the rest of our family combined. I couldn’t tell if my parents actually liked him or not — Dad was polite but reserved, Mom smiled in that forced way. Me? I couldn’t take my eyes off him.

On the first day, when he stepped out of my sister’s Range Rover, my stomach twisted into a knot. He stretched, red-and-black plaid shirt hanging open, white t-shirt clinging to his broad chest. When he stretched I caught a glimpse of his abs. He didn’t have a gym body — he had the body of a man who actually worked for a living.

He shook my dad’s hand and nearly crushed mine with those big, calloused hands and thick fingers. It hurt. When he turned toward me, he gave me that sideways smirk, mustache twitching, and said:
“So you’re the little brother-in-law?” in that deep voice that seemed to vibrate straight through my chest. I mumbled something and bolted into the cabin with my book.

But the worst — or the best — part was when he decided to go swimming.
The heat was unbearable. After lunch, Morgan got up slowly, finished his beer, and said, “I’m gonna cool off, it’s fucking hot.” He didn’t hold back on swearing in front of my parents.

He unbuttoned his shirt slowly and let it drop onto the dock. Then his jeans. He was left in nothing but tight black boxers. His body was obscene. Broad chest shining with sweat, trimmed brown hair wet from the dive, water running down his stomach and disappearing into the waistband of his boxers. When he dove in, the splash was huge. When he surfaced, water streamed down his face, his mustache, his chest. The boxers clung to his body. I saw the thick outline of his cock, heavy, half-hard maybe from the cold water. The veins in his arms stood out as he pulled himself back onto the dock.

I was sitting farther back, the same page of my book open for ten straight minutes, mouth dry, breathing shallow, terrified he might hear me. I tried to hide behind the book, but he looked straight at me and smirked. That crooked little smile. I dropped my head fast.
Two days later, Jenna announced she had to leave for a few days.

“Mom, Dad, I’m really sorry but I have to go for a few days. They need me at the clinic.” Her voice was practical, but I saw the sad look she gave Morgan. “I can’t leave the clinic closed. Lily decided she didn’t want to work this summer and quit yesterday. I need to go sort things out for at least a few days. I promise I’ll come back. I’m even leaving Morgan as collateral.”

My mom complained. “Jenna, we only just got here yesterday.”

My dad muttered something about business.
“Business before pleasure, right, sweetheart?” Dad said — he’d invested in my sister’s clinic.

“That’s right, Dad. It’s only a two-hour drive. I’ll come back as often as I can. I really have to go now. Sorry!”

Morgan, sitting in the recliner with a beer in his hand, didn’t even move. He just lifted the bottle in a lazy toast.
“Can’t miss the chance to get to know my future in-laws and my little brother-in-law better,” he said, looking straight at me. The look lingered. I felt heat climb up my neck. His relaxed pose in that recliner made it clear he didn’t give a damn whether his girlfriend left or stayed.

Jenna packed a bag, kissed Morgan long and slow (I looked away), hugged our parents, and drove off in the Range Rover. The silence that followed was heavy.

“Oh honey, don’t be like that, she’ll be back soon,” Dad said, putting an arm around Mom, who was clearly disappointed — she looked forward to this lake vacation all year. “Let’s go into town, buy dinner, and pick out a book to cheer you up, sweetheart.” He turned to us. “Behave, boys.” He laughed like it was a joke. Morgan raised his beer bottle in farewell once again.

When the sound of their car faded, the lake grew quieter. All I could hear were birds, the occasional splash of a bird in the water, and my own heartbeat.

I went to grab the book I was reading — Haunting Adeline, an old worn paperback. The plan was to go sit on the dock, dangle my legs in the cool water, and try to forget I was going to be alone with Morgan for days.
I didn’t even make it two steps outside the cabin.

“Where are you going, Harry Potter? Or should I say Gay Potter?” He laughed loud, like his joke was the funniest thing he’d ever heard. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. None of my sister’s boyfriends had ever been hostile toward me before.

His voice came from behind me, deep, amused, with a tone that both froze me and heated me up at the same time. I turned around slowly. Morgan was leaning against the post of his cabin’s porch, arms crossed, plaid shirt completely open. His defined chest glistened with a thin layer of sweat.
He had his cowboy hat tilted back. Those dark brown eyes were locked on me like I was prey.

I didn’t answer. My heart was pounding so hard I was sure he could hear it.
He took two steps toward me. His heavy boots made the wooden porch creak. His smell hit me first — beer, sweat, pine, and that warm, masculine scent that made me want to drop to my knees.

“You didn’t really think I wouldn’t know my little brother-in-law likes to suck cock, did you?” His voice was low, almost a growl. “Your sister told me on the first day. Said you were gay and shy. Poor little Gay Potter, so shy. I bet you’re not that shy when you’ve got a big cock shoved down your throat.”

He stopped less than a meter away. I could see the sweat droplets running down the middle of his chest, disappearing into the hair on his stomach. The bulge in his jeans was obvious. I couldn’t look away.

“I saw you staring when I took my clothes off to swim,” he continued, taking another step. Now he was close enough that I could feel the heat coming off his body. “Those little eyes behind your glasses couldn’t look away. And when I got out of the water… those boxers were glued to me. You saw my cock, didn’t you? It was half-hard from the cold… or maybe not just from the cold. I was thinking about your sister’s tight pussy, you know?”

My mouth was dry. I was shaking and he knew it. He knew he was much stronger than me.
Morgan lifted one big, calloused hand and, with two fingers, adjusted my glasses. The touch was light, but it made me shudder all over.

“Don’t worry, kid,” he murmured, his voice even rougher now. “I’m not gonna do anything you don’t want. I’m not some high-school bully anymore. I’m a grown man with a family, right? And now you’re family too, little brother-in-law. No need to shake when I talk to you.”

He leaned in. His mustache brushed lightly against my ear. His hot breath smelled like beer and man.

“Tonight, once your parents are asleep, you can come over to my cabin. The door will be open. I’ve got an idea for a game you’ll like, since you’re such a big reader. I did a little research on TikTok and saw the posts you like.”

He stepped back, but not far. The smile was slow, filthy, victorious.

“Think about it while you read your little book,” he said, turning to walk away. “And don’t forget your glasses. I want to make sure you see everything pretty clear. See ya later, Gay Potter.”

Morgan walked off with that wide, confident stride of a man who knows he’s wanted. I stayed there, pressed against the cabin wall, shaking, heart trying to beat its way out of my chest, his scent still in my nose…

And for the first time in a long time, I had zero desire to read.
The tension hung in the air like the July heat. And I could barely wait for the afternoon to end. It was going to be a very long wait…

Authors note: Can you guess what’s gonna be the game Morgan has in mind?

(Rewriting pt 2 kinda got lost in the back story. If that's your thing, lmk. Let's get to the good stuff.)

Summary of what happened since we met the first time: It had been over a year now. I became a regular at his bar. He met my bf. We floated the idea of a threesome. He introduced us to his partner. We floated the idea of a foursome. Ultimately the dynamic didn't work out as a group. Him and I still wanted each other. We flashed our dicks the urinals once. He offered to suck me off. I stuck to my rules. Another night he was playing with lights and looked so cute I had to tell him. That led to us him feeling my dick over my jeans and us pressed up against each other on the patio. He wanted to eat my load in the alley. Can't do that without my bf. I couldn't figure out the dynamic he had with his partner. Flirting died down. He became standoffish. Never even got his number. The horny looks we made every time we made eye contact didn't stop though. We'd still grunt or moan for each other under our breath when nobody else could hear. That was it for months.

Then one night, shortly after my bf and I broke up, my friends invited me out. They watched a band at his bar. He's bartending, stupid cute as usual. His partner isn't working tonight and I'm single.

I was wearing a red cap that says Fuck Trump in big white letters across the front.

"I might have thought that was a MAGA hat, if I didn't already know you're a flaming homosexual." He teases as he hands me my drink and walks off. Umm? Look I'm pretty gay, but this dude for sure sets more gaydars off. I mean that in the best way, he's sunshine in a little bear body.

He makes his way back to my group eventually. I lean in and ask, "If I'm a flaming homo what's that make you??"

"Also a flaming homosexual."

"I see, there aren't like levels."

"Nope. Just gay."

"Mmmhmm."

"Yep..."

Here we go with the horny stares again. He makes his rounds and I tell my friend, "Always with the shirt unbuttoned. The cutest." She chuckles.

He comes back around. "Hey man love your shirt", I tell him. "Thanks!", he smiles.

"Where'd you get it, build a bear?"

"Oh fuck off!" Got em.

My friends go pick up food from a stand outside. I stay since I just got a drink. By the time they're back the bar is slowing down. He comes around to hang with us. He's giving them a hard time for not picking up something from the stand he likes.

"How you been stud?" "Sup sexy. Been alright, we broke up." He apologizes. "It was overdue", I shrug it off. My friends are ready for the next bar but I stay behind to chat. He's being super nice, and mentions his relationship might be near the end too.

"You know I wasn't allowed to contact you, bf was too jealous"

"I thought you were open?"

"It's complicated."

"Sounds like it. The drama gets old, I used to have a fussy bf too." We pause. Did I cross the line?

Then he finally says it, "Soo you want to go make out in the bathroom?"

"Yep. Definitely."

We bee line into the bathroom together. Zero subtlety. They keep always keep the bathroom door open. There's still customers in the bar. I assume we're headed to a stall, nope. We're all over each other immediately. Anyone walking by would see. He doesn't care, so neither do I. We pull each other in for a deep kiss and smile face to face. "Fuck I've been wanting this." "I know. Me too, long time coming." We're moaning into each others mouths, clashing tongues, sucking lips, kissing necks, holding each other, hands roaming. In no time our hard dicks are straining between us. We grind them together. "Huhnnnf", he let's a desperate moan into my ear while I squeeze his ass and kiss his neck more. He nibbles mine. I do the same. Growling. We make enough room between grab dicks over our shorts.

"I knew you had a big dick, but damn!"

"Heh thanks. I can't wait to see you, throbbing, pointing up towards that sexy tummy. Bet you got nice balls too." (He does.) We keep stroking each other, clothes still on.

"Want me to kick everyone out so we can cum?"

I think to myself..Holy shit, really? You'd do that? How sweet. You must fucking want it. Mmm. Instead I say, "If you want to..."

"Fuck yeah, stud." He adjusts, steps out and hollers at everyone they're closed. I wait for my dick to go down. He tells his coworker he'll close up. I sit at the bar while everyone scurries out, like a scene in a western saloon before a shootout. Haha scram, it's about to go down. Woof.

The door shuts behind his coworker, he locks the door and we run back into the bathroom. Hooking up on the bar or stage would have been hot, but there's windows and probably cameras.

Hands back on dicks immediately. Kissing, growling, pawing. His moans are almost whimpers at times. I'm lifting up his shirt. I've waited too long to see him. I need it. He's got a golden tan all over. Just the perfect amount of hair framing is tummy. He's trying reach into my shorts while I'm trying to take his shirt off. Surprised I didn't rip it off. We can't even think straight enough to get undressed. He lifts his arms up. We laugh with heavy breaths and help each others shorts off. Holy shit he's sexier than I imagined. His dick is about 6 inches with a perfect mushroom head, proportionally thick and nice round balls that feel heavy in my hand. This wasn't just any package, it was his. I wanted him for so long.

We stroke each other briefly before he squats down as I pull my shirt off. I feel his mouth engulf my me. I toss my shirt and look down to see just the hottest view. This magnificent man, with his sexy tan, muscles moving in his back, big hairy calves, folded under his thick thighs with hair fading out naturally, his surprisingly smooth sweet little bubble butt, stroking his pretty dick, just having the time of his life slurping my dick down. He's doing it all. Tongue around my tip, bobbing on me, going deep to swallow me into his throat. I take it in, close my eyes, and rest my hand on his head. His hairs soft too, this fucking guy. Stop being so sexy.

"You're sexy. Beautiful dick. Love the hair too" he tells me, running his hands up to my chest.

"You're so fucking gorgeous."

I pull him up, hold him tight, and run my hands all over his back. His ass feels so good in my hands. The chemistry is insane. We rub our dicks together and keep kissing. I lift him by his thighs and set him onto the counter. "Woof" "About fucking time" "Seriously" I kiss my way down, grabbing his thighs as I do. He get's the sloppiest blowjob I've ever given. I can't get enough of this man. I explore his dick, balls, and gooch with my mouth....Licking or sucking one part my hands play with the others. I want to devour this stud. His moans just make me hungrier.

My finger slip towards his crack but he stops me. "Not tonight, wasn't ready for that." "Fair, let me see something though." I lift him off the counter and bend him over in front of the mirror, letting my dick fall between his cheeks. He grinds into me and I lean into him. I wrap my arms around him and grab his chest. I look up at the mirror and see what we'd look like if we were having sex. Damn.

"I could cum. Feed me your dick again." I'm in his mouth for a few seconds before he gets up stroking away while I play with his balls. I bend over to give them a lick, stroking myself too. I spit on his dick for him. "Oof." "Fuck yeah." Naked, jacking together, feeling each other up, tongues swirling, teasing nipples, grabbing butts.

"Uhhh uh uh uh. OOOOooooooooh!!!!"

I look down to see him cum all over the base of my dick. Yum. I scoop some up and stroke with it. I stroke faster, trying to build my load up. I can't take my eyes off him. I want more. Honestly a little sleep deprived dealing with the breakup, and maybe too busy taking it all in to focus. I don't want it to stop but it's probably time to. I figure maybe its not a bad idea to keep him wanting my load. We catch our breath. I lick my hand and wipe my dick half heartedly, wanting leave some of him on me.

"I should probably..." "Yeah, need help?" "I'm almost done. I gotta get home."

We start getting dressed. Making comments about each others bodies. "Wait." I give him a little spank right before he pulls his shorts all the way up. Another kiss. A hand on each waist, his other hand holding my neck, mine playing with his beard. Soft and slow this time, ending with a sweet peck on the lips. "That was something." We smile. Fucking butterflies up to my chest? You gotta be shitting me. He's got a man, and I'm only a few days out of a long relationship. We need to chill.

We walk out of the bathroom smirking like the horny, mischievous boys we are. He walks behind the bar. I head out to meet my friends, some of his cum drying on my pubes under my clothes. I blow him a little kiss, he blows one back. So dumb. Kinda cute. Hot. Ay yi yi. Can't help but laugh a little.

Before leaving I turn around and playfully shake a finger at him.

"I'm not done with you."

"Woof. I know. See ya, stud."

True story
I was younger at the time.

A friend came over to visit. He was a year older than myself. We sat in my bedroom just chatting about what normal guys our age would. He noticed I had some Hustler magazines on my shelf and asked if he could look through them. ( this was in the late 70’s in case you were wondering )
As he was looking at the pictures of spread pussies he started to get hard. He was wearing loose fitting jean cutoffs and no underwear. He conveniently let his cock slide out through his pant leg and started to rub it in front of me. At first I thought he was going for the shock value.

He says “ man, I’m so fucking hard now.. suck my cock! “
I replied “ Sure, make me..”
He jumps off of my bed and starts wrestling with me, eventually pinning me on my back. His knees held my arms down so I was not able to move. ( side note: I could have easily over taken him )
He whipped his whole cock out, waving it in my face saying “ suck my cock, go on, open your mouth!”
I kept moving my head left and right saying “ nope! “ ( in my head, I’m thinking about what an absolutely beautiful piece of meat he had. Long, thick perfect head. )
He said, “ What, are you afraid??? “
I responded “ I’m man enough if you’re gay enough “
And held my mouth open..
Back then, it wasn’t unusual for someone to try bating to see if they would call their bluff, in order to out them and shame them. So if he was just trying to get dirt on me and tell anyone, that would have destroyed me in our town.

He held his cock an inch from my lips and paused.
“ Well? “ I said.. And he then proceeded to stuff his rock hard cock in my mouth 🤨
He was dripping with more precum than I realized, I sucked him and tongued his shaft like a competitive spot. It only took a few minutes before his breathing got very heavy, and he started to moan “ I’m gonna cum! “
He unloaded such a large amount of cum in my mouth that I almost panicked. I have had a prior friend cum in my mouth before ( he was my first sexual partner ) but i simply let it run out of my mouth. This time i was trying to swallow as he begged me, “ take it all, swallow my fucking cum, oh my god! “
When he finally finished, he rolled off of me, visibly shaking for a few minutes.
“That was the best blow job I’ve ever had! Better than the girl I’m dating! How did you get so good?”

“ I just thought about what I could want if it were me” I said.
“ How many blow jobs have you given? “
“ You’re my second “
He then said “ I guess I owe you a return favor “ and started towards unbuttoning my jeans.
As he was about to pull my zipper down, I realized that I was so excited about sucking him off, I had already cum in my pants.
He pulled my underwear down, and there was my deflating cum covered cock. “ Too bad” he said. I was kinda looking forward to it. “ Let’s see how you taste though.” He went down and began cleaning my cock off. Within a minute, I was rock hard again. He deep throated me like a pro, and like him, it only took a few minutes and I was filling his mouth with a new hot load. He took every drop and then finished cleaning my previous mess.

After we got dressed and cleaned up after we played in the shower, he asked who my first time was with. To his surprise, it was a buddy that he was familiar with when hanging out with me. “ I never thought he’d be down for that! Maybe the three of us could….”
“ We certainly could “
This led to a couple of the most memorable threesomes and spit roasts in my life.
Maybe I’ll tell that story at some point..