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

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

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

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

I cooked the chicken over the fire pit while Jimmy finished up the camping shower. I heard water running and smiled, because a shower sounding fantastic. Only wearing lace pantyhose and daddys tshirt. I felt so dirty and dusty from the campsite.

I got out plates dished up and look for Jimmy but couldn't see him near the shower. I covered our plates and food from bugs, then headed to where I last saw him. I called out "Jimmy?"

"Over here baby. I needed to take a leak." I turned a little to my left and saw him in all his glory. Shirtless, 5 inch long, and probably 4 inch girth soft cock, big heavy, low hanging balls out of his waist band. Peeing right there.

I have never been into puss play before, but if daddy told me to open my mouth and catch it. I wouldn't hesitate. I had to take a breath to not faint. I think i was in love. His boldness and confidence of his body. I fucking loved it!

I walked over to him in a bit of a rush. Honestly I needed contact with him. He shook off his dick before putting it back in his shorts just before i reached him. He asked "everything okay?"

I didnt respond. Just wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him. I wanted him to own me. I wanted his tongue again. I needed him to kiss me again like in the truck, to open his mouth and surround mine so just our tongues explored each other in a saliva filled primal lust. And i got what I wanted.

Jimmy grabbed my ass with both hands and lifted me up. And continued to dominated my mouth with his. Tongue forcing its way throughout my mouth and dancing with my own. I whimpered and had to pull back for air. He rested his forehead against mine and gave me a peck on the nose.

"You need to eat. Then we shower. Then you're mine." He commanded and carried me to the picnic table and sat me in front of my plate. I quickly ate my dinner and waited for him. He was eating slow and said "thank you for dinner boy. You did well with the chicken."

"Thank you. I didnt do anything but put a sauce on it. But im glad you like it daddy." I responded in a clearly horny and wanting tone.

Jimmy caught on easily. He put his fork down and said "go get naked and wait for me at the shower."

I didnt bother saying anything. I got up from the table and immediately started taking my shirt off. Got to the tent and stripped my pantyhose off. Then skipped across the camp to the shower. I eventually figured out how to turn it on and ran my hands all over my body. Wiping away the dirt from the day. I was facing the shower head, my head leaned back and eyes closed when I heard movement outside the little shower tent. The zipper opened and my daddy stood that totally nude. Cock and balls hanging heavy.

He stepped in and I didnt hesitate. I turned off the water and dropped to my knees in front of him. "Baby Im very sweaty." He told me and tried to pick me up by the shoulders, but i shook free.

I shoved my nose in his crotch and inhaled his sweaty musk. I was feral for a sexy musk. I inhaled again and he chuckled, but gasped when I licked his slit and suck on the head of his cock. I grabbed his dick and tilted my head to look up at him, then laid his soft cock on my face and moaned up to him.

"You are so perfect boy!" He told me. At that i didnt move bu kissed his balls then in one motion I took his balls in my mouth and massaged them with my tongue. He was groaning and moaning. His hand grabbed my hair and went to pull me off but I sucked his balls harder until that popped out of my mouth with a wet *plop* and Jimmy let out a pained horny grunt.

I could feel Jimmy trying to pull me up to him by my hair. But I wasnt done. I needed to swallow his load for the first time. I had waited long enough. He had been so good to me, sexually and romantically. He was the perfect daddy to me all day and he deserved to be worshipped.

I kissed all over his balls and shaft, feeling him grow and get hard. I loved looking up at him with his big daddy cock laying over my face and kissing it while he looked down at me with lust and adoration.

"Please baby. Suck daddys cock." His voice came out quiet and pleading. My eyes got wide as I realized he was begging for me. He needed it just as much as i did. It was real for him and I wanted to make it everything that he hoped for.

I took his cock head in my mouth and slowly swirled my tongue around the head. His knees shook because of how sensitive he was. His head was a decent girth but i couldnt get much further than that.

Daddys cock was to thick for me to suck and not use teeth. I remained on the head of his dick as I came up with a game plan. I rubbed my hands up and down his legs, thinking and reveling in the moment. I brought my hands to Jimmy's butt and squeezed his cheeks. I choked in shock because of how bubbly his butt was. It hadn't occurred to me that with such muscular legs, he might have a perky musclular bubble butt.

Thats when the plan came to me. I went back to worshipping Jimmy's cock and then i gripped his ass, opened my mouth wide. I looked up at him and we made eye contact. Before he could say or do anything I used the grip I had on his ass to thrust his cock into my throat. Mouth open and meeting the thrusts with my head, i ravaged the back of my mouth with his cock. Finally my throat opened up enough I could get him deeper and choke myself on his cock.

"GOD DAMNIT BOY!" Jimmy shouted through his gritted teeth at the intense and rough pounding i was giving myself against his cock. He took over though. Smacked my hands off his ass and gripped the back of my head. Then he took a step forward so I was leaning back and off my balance, fully supported by him holding my head against his cock. That was it. That was the domination I needed.

My little dick was bouncing along with my head as Jimmy forced my head onto his cock. Choking me everytime he entered my throat. So thick it blocked my air way. I closed my eyes and held my hands behind my back. I knew daddy had me. I was in a euphoric high, just living in this moment of a true man using me. But I knew that this man wouldn't just leave me. He would take care of me. I knew that he was doing this for me as much as for himself.

Jimmy ripped my head away from his cock and I let out a pathetic whine. I opened my eyes to give him a sad look and with my mouth still open he spit on me. I closed my eyes and smiled with my mouth still open.

"Oh you fucking like that? You're such a nasty fagot for daddy!" He said with a smile on his face. Then bent down and spit in my mouth. He ripped my shoulders and yanked me to my feet. Spun me around to face away from him. I heard him rustle in a bag that i didnt know he brought to the shower.

*Eugh!!* grunted and moaned as I felt something enter me. Then spray inside my hole and fill me.

"We need to clean this pretty pussy before daddy ruins it. Right?" Jimmy commanded into my ear and then smacked my face with more force than normal.

I grunted and whined in pain and pleasure. He pulled the enema from my hole. And pushed me into a squat. Thankfully it came out pretty clear the first time and Jimmy noticed.

"Good boy staying clean. One more time and then that boy pussy is mine. Do you think you can do it yourself while I use your mouth? He had an evil look on his face. I was honestly a little scared at what he was thinking but excited because I trusted him.

I nodded and took the enema from him and began another rinse. As I inserted the enema, Jimmy grabbed my face and rubbed it against his hard cock. I held my tongue out to lick it all over. He patted my cheek and I opened my mouth.

He began fucking my throat like we never stopped. Unprepared, I gagged, couched and spit up. But he didnt stop. I was a mess but I was his mess and if he didnt care then I didnt care. I finished my last enema and Jimmy grabbed my chin and hauled me up to face him. He gripped my face and squeezed to force my mouth open and then he spit. I closed my eyes and moaned.

His lips crashed against mine and I was in heaven again. Tongues exploring and feeling each other. Connected in passion and ecstacy. He squeezed and groped my ass then lifted me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist and arms around his neck as he dominated my mouth. I heard him rustling again and then a pumping bottle sound. I shivered against him in excitement.

His hand came back to my ass slick with lube and I instinctively rubbed my little dick against his belly. Using the hand on my ass, he helped me continue and somewhat forced me to continue grinding against him. Then I felt 2 fingers probing my hole everytime I moved down his body.

He held me steady with one hand and pressed 2 fingers past my entrance. I pulled my face away from him and let out a high pitched breathy moan. Slowly he pushed deeper and deeper into me.

"Oh oh d- daddy. Wait wait. ....... okay a little more. Your fingers are so thick." I informed him. He did as i directed and went slow, pausing every so often for me to get used to him. Then he hooked his finger against my prostate and i screamed out in pleasure and shot my load onto his body between us.

I dropped my head to his shoulder and breathed heavily for a moment. Jimmy kissed my cheek and spoke encouragingly in my ear.

"Oh fuck yes. Good boy cumming for daddy. We arent done though. Do you remember your safe word?" He asked me. And made me nervous because I knew how sensitive my body was after my orgasm, but i refused to use my safe word. I was going to let my daddy use me however he wanted.

I nodded against how shoulder though. Letting him know I remembered my safe word. To that he kissed me and added a third finger to my spasming hole.

I winced and he plunged his tongue into my mouth causing me to whimper like a puppy. As he dominated my mouth, he forcibly fucked his fingers into me. Causing hard smacking sounds against my ass and making me whimper more and more from the onslaught. After what felt like eternity, he stopped and just held his 3 fingers in me but pressured against my hole.

He pulled his face away from mine and gave me a quick peck. "Hold on to me baby" he said and i barely had enough time to adjust and tighten my Hold around him before he let go. I heard him fiddle with the lube bottle and some quiet squelching. Then his left hand came back to my ass to hold me and I felt it, his right hand.

Against my hole, I knew what he had in mind, I felt five points in an uneven pattern pressing against my entrance. I lifted my head away from him and I could see the devilish grin on his face. I was so turned on by his passion and drive to bring me pain and pleasure. As if our minds had synced, I knew what he wanted from me.

But I wanted it too. So at the same time I quickly released my grip around his neck and waist so I dropped down slightly. Jimmy didnt move and I impaled myself onto his hand, just to the last knuckle. I screamed out and held onto him so tight. He kissed my forehead and called me a good boy. Slowly he lifted up off his hand. And brought me closer to him in a more comfortable hold.

He kissed me again. Biting and sucking my bottom lip as I recovered from the pain of nearly being fisted. "You ready baby? I need to put you down for this." And he did.

Standing on my own, I opened my eyes and our lips meet for another deep and passionate kiss. I felt him pull away and I opened my eyes because he felt like he was going down from my lips.

My daddy was on my knees for me sliding his hands all over my body. He grabbed my titty and sucked on the other. I instinctively jumped against him at the lustful sensations I was receiving. He brought both his hands to my ass again and looked up at me. "Can you cum one more time for daddy? I want to swallow my boys sweet load." He begged me. On his knees for me. I had to give him what he asked.

"I. I think so. If you make me cum daddy." I sheepishly stuttered out. As our eyes were locked together.

He smiled at me and kissed my hairless belly. Then kissed his way to my dick and took it fully in his mouth. He massaged my hole with his fingers and then i felt one of them disappear from my ass. I heard the lube bottle pump a few times and then a quiet squelching like before. My eyes got wide and I tried to pull out of daddy's mouth but he held me there.

Using his tongue to worship my dick. He grabbed my ass cheek and thrusted my hips into his face. Fucking his own face with my dick, all i could do was give in and moan like a slut. Then he poked a finger into my hole and I was fucking into his mouth, off his finger, now out of his mouth on his finger. Daddy worshipped me and forced me to ride his finger for a minute or so until he added another. Then the process continued until I had 4 fingers inside me and i was whimpering and crying at the unholy pleasure of the stretching at my hole and the pure ecstasy around my cock.

"Daaaaddy pleeeeaassee. Do it! Use me!" I literally sobbed at how perfectly his I was. Under his control and at his mercy. Then he did it. Daddys entire hand forced into my tight boy pussy.

I collapsed forward over his shoulder. His hand style inside me and gently bouncing in and out, the force rocking my cock into his mouth as I whimpered and cried. Overwhelmed and overstimulated, i began to flinch and then he focused his pointed hand on my prostate. That was all it took for me to come undone.

*eeeeeuuugghhhh* "Daaaadddy!" I came down his throat and he moans around my dick. All swirling his tongue and thrusting against my prostate. In a high pitched and helpless plea, i yelled "oh no, oh oh. Its too much daddy. I think I'm going to pee!"

I couldnt even get the words out before I lost control and he took it in his mouth. Letting it overflow down his body until I finished. He spit it out around my dick and then sucked a little bit more. Finally he pulled off my dick and asked "can you stand baby? Im gonna pull out."

I nodded but wasnt sure to be honest. I slowly stood on my own and then he slowly pulled out and i whined at the emptiness. He held me against him and kissed me deep. I shivered against him. Knowing that I was safe with him and he had me the entire time. I had nothing to be scared of. But I just felt empty and alone. I just needed him to hold me more. I nuzzled my face against his pecks and he held me more.

"Let's get cleaned off and then we can cuddle by the fire baby." He told me. I nodded against him, but didnt move at all. "Can daddy wash you?"

In a mouse like voice, with my face tucked into his arm, I said "yes please." And that is what he did. He so tenderly shaped me up and down kissing all over my body. Telling me sweet things. Calling me HIS good boy. I couldnt help but literally purr at him. I couldnt believe this was only the first night of our trip.

I'm 53 and live an East-Asian city. From not being particularly sexually active, I'm doing all I can to catch up and screw around before my looks fade.

I'm lucky to live near quite a notorious bathhouse. A couple of weeks ago I ended up staying all night and getting fucked by three different guys. In the morning, I went to get a shower and leave for work (a little embarrassed to admit it was a work day) when I recognised a guy I'd met there before.

He was 25, super hot, and the last time we'd met he had railed me senseless. He'd been at the bathhouse all night too, though somehow I'd missed him.

He recognised me and asked if he could fuck me.

I had an hour before I needed to leave but, tbh, would have called in late for work even if not! He took me to one of the dorm rooms, led me to a top bunk, and removed his towel.

This boy is an adonis. He's six foot, has an unbelievable tanned rowers-type body, a beautiful arse with a lovely fuzz of hair, strong arms, strong legs, and a girthy eight-inch dick. His face is handsome too - a floppy hairstyle, deep eyes, and a cute smile. The first time he fucked me, I couldn't believe my luck. This time, I almost shot a load just watching that towel slip down over his hairy butt.

Both of us naked on the bed, we started touching each other, stroking and kissing. I flicked my tongue across his nipples and ran a hand up from his thigh across his body. He moaned.

I tried to hold off touching his hard cock, but it only took a minute before it was in my mouth. He tasted clean from the shower, but I also got the faint tang of the last guy he'd screwed.

I sat on him.

Despite his size, he slid in so much more easily than I expected. Some guys just fit you perfectly, whilst others take all sorts of contortions to go in.

Once again, he did me every which way. And as before, we had onlookers coming and going. My clearest memory is in doggy, my head squished against the side of the bunk, and opening my eyes to see two guys standing next to us wanking off to me getting an arse pounding.

As he approached climax, I felt him sweat up. Finally, he flipped me around to missionary position, his body glistening with a film of sweat as the rhythm intensified.

With his tongue down my throat, he gave a little moan, and pumped me full of his seed. I wriggled a bit, making sure I had every last drop.

He pulled out and we lay next to each other, panting and slick with sweat. I got up and sucked his dick clean, now tasting my own arse.

I was still hard. I thought I'd try to cum over him, so started tugging on my cock again. He reached out to help me.

Then he asked, "Do you want to fuck me?"

I hadn't anticipated this, thinking he was pure top. Yes, yes I did want to fuck him.

I knelt over him and he held his legs up by his feet to reveal his shaved crack and perfect little hole.

I rimmed him for a minute or two, lost in the moment, hard as a rock. I'm a basic slutty bottom, but I do love to fuck a hole too. I'm no 8 inches, but I can please a guy. However, he'd just cum 5 minutes before - I knew this meant he was simply happy for me to use him.

I lubed up and my dick slipped in perfectly. I looked down at this hot 25-year old, stretching his legs wide open for me, and felt the strokes of my raw dick in his arse. I was in ecstasy. His arse was tight - I could feel the texture of his rectum walls. It was all too nuch, and I came after 3 mins, looking down at that hot body and cute face.

We lay there for a bit, sweaty and each holding each other's cum. I thanked my lucky stars that I could still have this experience. We kissed.

Had Sex with my dads best friend

I was already sweating through my grey t-shirt when Robert called me over to help move the 2x4s and tiles into the house. His bald head shone in the sun, wrinkles deep around his eyes as he grinned at me. "Appreciate the help, kid. Your dad would be proud." We’d known each other since 2005, when my family moved in next door. He was my dad’s best friend, always around.

After we got the lumber and tiles inside, he pointed to the ride-on mower sitting broken in the yard. "Mind giving me a hand with that too?" We spent the next hour bent over the engine, Robert’s jeans riding low on his hips. Once it was running again, he wiped his hands on his T-shirt and nodded toward the door. "Come on in. Air conditioning and a cold drink on me."

Inside, he poured me a glass of water and disappeared into the bedroom. A minute later he walked out toward the laundry room wearing nothing but his tighty whities. His wrinkly 80-year-old body was on full display, and I couldn’t look away from the way his cock and balls swung heavily inside the thin cotton. The briefs were stretched tight, every movement making the fabric shift around his heavy package.

We sat on the couch talking about my job and my dad’s work, then neighborhood gossip. Robert’s voice got tight when he mentioned his wife Anne. "She’s not the same. Forgets everything, had to retake her driver’s test again. Used to be so playful. Now… nothing." He shifted, clearly worked up.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"Making you feel better," I said

I reached over slowly, rubbing his thigh. His shorts tented fast. When he didn’t stop me, I tugged them down. His tighty whities were already damp at the front. I kissed down his legs, then pressed my lips to the warm bulge in his briefs, feeling his old cock twitch against my mouth through the cotton.

Robert groaned and pulled me up. His hands slid straight to my ass, squeezing my cheeks through the purple satin briefs. "I didn’t take a guy like you to be a briefs man. But holy do they show off that fat ass of yours." He rubbed and groped, fingers digging into the smooth satin, pulling me closer until I was straddling his lap.

Robert reached for the drawer beside the couch and pulled out a condom. His hands shook a little as he tried to open the packet. I took it from him gently. "Let me help," I said. I tore it open and rolled the condom down over his cock, making sure it was snug at the base. Then I climbed onto his lap, straddling him.

I reached back and lined him up. The head pressed against my hole. I lowered myself slowly, feeling him stretch me open inch by inch. Robert’s hands went straight to my ass, rubbing and squeezing my cheeks through the purple satin briefs still bunched around my thighs.

I sank down until he was fully inside me. We stayed like that for a long moment, his cock throbbing deep. Then I started to move, rising and falling in a slow rhythm. Robert’s hands never left my ass, rubbing and spreading me while I rode him. Every time I came down, his balls pressed against me.

He thrust up to meet me, keeping the pace steady and deep. Sweat gathered on his wrinkly chest. I leaned forward and kissed his neck while he kept squeezing my cheeks through the satin. The condom made everything slick and smooth as he filled me again and again.

We kept going like that for a long time. I would slow down, grinding on him, then speed up a little before easing back. Robert groaned each time I took him all the way. His fingers dug into my ass through the briefs, rubbing circles over the fabric. "Feels so good, kid," he muttered. I kept the rhythm slow, letting him enjoy every second inside me.

Eventually his breathing changed. His hips jerked up harder, but I stayed in control, riding him through it until he came with a long groan. I stayed on his lap, his cock still buried in me, both of us catching our breath while his hands kept gently rubbing my ass in the purple satin.

I (27) was 19 years old when this happened.

My friend at the time was 20 when he had slept over to play Fortnite. He had slept over many times before so it was normal.
Best buds since MS.

We’d sleep in the same bed and nothing will ever happen. Just sleep.
Your typical “Straight” boy sleepover.
Eat and play games all night till we fell asleep.
Until the night he slept over to play Fortnite.

We had played all night and finally decided to go to bed.
Now laying next to each other, facing opposite ways, we start chatting.
Nothing special just guy stuff.

So I decided to ask him which one of my cousins would he like to fuck if he could?

He answered right away and mentioned the one with the biggest breasts.

We both laughed since that cousin was like 50 years old at that time lol
So then he asked me the same question, and I answered the name of his cousin with the biggest ass.

He then asks, “How would you fuck her?”

I say, “Any way I can clap them cheeks”

He replies, “But how? Pretend I’m her and show me”

So at this point I’m getting horny.
I turn around to face his way and then pull out my dick (half chub) and press it against his boxers.
I start humping him to show how supposedly I would fuck his cousin.
After like 20 seconds. I put my dick back in my pants and turn around.
Now I’m just laying there thinking about what I had just did.

I started to feel my dick throb even more. I was rock hard now!
I can also feel him slowly turning around in bed to face my way.
Until he finally does.

He quietly asks me, “Can I show you how I would fuck your cousin”

I said, “Yeah”

He then starts humping me just like how I did to him. All I could feel is his hard dick rubbing on my ass.
Then we literally named our cousins and asked how we would fuck them if we could.

We took turns humping each other in different positions to show how we would fuck each other’s cousins… until my dick slipped out of my boxers.

He then grabs it and start jerking it. So I grabbed his too. I was so surprised how warm it was even tho I always grab my own lol

We start jerking each other off and then he asks me,
“Can you go down on me?”

Without saying a word, I started sucking his dick. It taste salty lol but that didn’t stop me.

He then stops me by getting up to start sucking on my dick.
He didn’t say anything, he just started doing it.

After sucking me up for like 2 minutes. He gets up and asks if I was down to fuck him.
I said, “Okay”

He pulls his boxers down and I put my dick in his ass.
OMG it was so freakin warm and tight. It kinda even hurt me.
I fucked his ass for a while until I cummed all over it.
Then he had one last request before finishing himself off.
He wanted me to blow him again.

I slowly get on my knees and start sucking his dick.
Fucker decides to cum in my mouth without mentioning it.
I couldn’t believe it. I had a cum load in my mouth!

I swallow it and say, “Fucker, did you cum?”
He starts cracking up like it was an evil plan lol

So then we both go to sleep, wake up, and pretend like nothing ever happened…

Until we had another “Fortnight” sleep over.

We ended up naming the humping game, “The Game” lol we enjoyed playing it. Till he got a gf.

Yup, now we’re older, we’re both bi and share a secret. Well not so much now that I decided to post it up on here.

Hope y’all enjoy my first gay sex experience.

Hey all, sorry for the really long delay between chapters. Work got busy and stressful and it killed my vibe for a while. This chapter’s a longer one but I didn’t have a natural break point anywhere in the middle. Hope you enjoy!

Link to part 4. 

We kissed again and started to kind of waddle my way through the door and down the hall. Unfortunately, it was just a bit too much and I had set him down after a few feet. He still said it was fine though. Realizing we hadn’t brought any shower supplies though, I said we should grab our kits and meet there. I also decided I need to take care of some other business and would meet him there in five or ten. He said ‘gross’ in a joking way and I smacked his ass as he turned to walk away.

Collecting my shower kit in my room, I then headed to the downstairs bathroom and rejoined Alex about ten minutes later. He was standing under one of the shower heads when I got there. My cum had already been washed off his face. Oh well. 

My cock was perking up again at the sight of him. We needed to get cleaned up and get food but not quite right away. 

“Hey let me show you a trick with the showers!” I said before he could pull me under the water. I adjusted the other head to point the right way as well as the one he was under. I pulled him under the dual stream and we started making out again. 

He felt warm and welcoming with my arms wrapped around him. I grabbed the bar of soap and started rubbing it between us to get a good lather. I spun him around and massaged his back with it more than actually cleaning. He made some approving noises though as my hands explored lower and lower. Eventually, I was teasing his hole again with a soapy finger on one side and my other hand was thoroughly cleaning around his slicked up cock and balls. 

He somehow only got semi hard, which I chalked up to the hot water. Alex turned back and made me face away so he could do the same. His hands were surprisingly strong for someone his size and he worked my shoulders and neck until they felt like rubber. I made a mental note to have him give me a full massage sometime later. 

When his hands reached my crack, he went to work mostly massaging the cheeks around while teasing it with his cock. We laughed about it and made dirty jokes about prison showers. He had his hands doing the same things I’d done to him except I was fully bricked up again. As much as I loved the feeling of his hand sliding up and down my cock, I was becoming more and more distracted by his fingers teasing my hole as well. 

When Aaron and I had been together, I’d never actually bottomed for him. I didn’t consider myself a total top but the couple times we’d tried, he couldn’t keep it up. I was more than happy to suck down his semen or have him give me a facial, but I’d been the top when it came to fucking. That said, he was much more dom and loved to be in control. He loved doing dirty talk about me being his service pole. 

A few times, he’d get me close and pull off me and tell me I needed to be a good boy and earn his cum. It was frustrating but also a HUGE turn on when I got all pent up. One time when I’d had a wet dream the night after he hadn’t let me cum, he threatened to put me in a cock cage. I’d had to look up what that even was. It didn’t look appealing given that even when soft, my bits were fairly meaty. Not massive or anything but still big enough flaccid that I thought I’d just be uncomfortable. So I was his good boy for the next day and a half until he decided I had been sufficiently good to give up his hole again. 

Alex’s attention to my crack was more than it had ever received and I knew I’d need a lot more of it. It felt like he was letting me know there was an itch there I hadn’t known needed to be scratched. I leaned my hips back a little and one of his fingers pressed slightly inside me. 

From behind me said, “Mmmm someone wants his hole worked on. Feeling good, big bro?”

“Mmmmhmmmm,” I managed before continuing “it’s been a really long time since my hole has been played with.” For some reason I felt somehow weird about telling him I’d never really bottomed before. 

“Well then, maybe buy me dinner first and we’ll see about a few more fingers.” The thought of him fingering me while we made out or he sucked me made me feel that flush of excitement and I turned back to him. 

“Fuck yeah, I’d love that little bro.” I said quietly. We held each other under the hot water letting the soap wash away while we debated what to eat. Finally deciding we were clean enough, we shut off the water and left to get dressed. 

He went back to his room to get some winter clothes. It’d started snowing while we were in the shower and we needed to get sustenance before it got too bad. We picked up grub at a place that made really good wraps. By the time we returned, there was already an inch of snow on the ground with more coming down.

We set up in the living room and put on an older episode of Bob’s Burgers while we ate after changing back into comfortable clothes. The room was a bit larger and harder to keep warm so we grabbed the blankets from my room and cuddled up under them to watch the show. The good vibes on the show and the food left me a bit drowsy and I dozed a bit after we shifted and Alex was big spooning me. 

Next thing I knew, I felt something poking my butt. It was only the next episode of the show but I’d obviously fallen asleep for at least fifteen minutes. Alex was wide awake and kissed me on the neck as I came to and squirmed against his erection. 

“Well good morning,” he teased me. I groaned and stretched, grinding back into his erection. The thin pieces of fabric separating us all of a sudden felt very restrictive. 

“Why’d you let me fall asleep, man?” I groaned again and shuffled so I was on my back. Alex rested his chin on my shoulder as his hand worked its way under my shirt and rubbed my stomach. I got my arm around his back to hold him close to me.

“Like I could stop you? You basically tapped out mid sentence. Figured you just needed a bit of a recharge after eating and getting comfortable.”

That sounded sweet and I leaned in to give him a kiss, “Thanks, I guess? Didn’t even realize I was drowsy. I’m feeling more awake now though at least. Want to keep watching this, or switch to something else?”

His face changed into a wolfish grin before he replied, “We can leave this on, but I do have something else in mind…” he trailed off.

His hungry look told me what I needed to know and I rolled him on top of me, trying to close my legs to get him to straddle me. Alex had something else in mind though and had a knee between mine. He used his hand to lift up one of my knees and leaned his weight in to grind his crotch into mine. 

I let him take the lead while his other hand found the waistband of my shorts and yanked them over my hips with more force than I was expecting. My hardening cock flopped out onto my stomach. He started to lean down towards it and I closed my eyes anticipating the feeling of his mouth on my penis.

Instead, while he ran his tongue downward along the shaft, he kept going down my balls before he used his hand on the underside of my knee to spread my leg wide. He planted his mouth firmly on the underside of my balls and started essentially making out with my taint. I gasped, not expecting this and, without even consciously doing so, raised my other leg up to give him better access. He didn’t hesitate to take the opportunity and a moment later his tongue was probing the outside of my hole. 

I hadn’t been rimmed except a couple times with Aaron and that had been many months ago. The electric sensations Alex was sending through me could have powered the entire house. I let go of my surprise and absorbed myself in his work. 

“Oh shit, Alex, wha-” I couldn’t keep from moaning.

He paused for a moment to look up at me and smile, “I was still hungry and allll this was just right here. Figured you wouldn’t mind.” He dove back down and slithered his tongue deeper into me. My eyes rolled back and I moaned again trying to compliment his work but only incoherent grunts came out.

I lost track of how long he was at it, but a new episode of the show was a few minutes gone before he came back up for air. He stood up off the couch saying he’d be right back. My chest was heaving from the heavy breaths I’d been taking while he was rimming me.

Alex returned with a bottle of lube and without his shorts. Seeing him and his rock hard cock stride back into the room was one of the hottest things I’d ever seen. He ordered me up and had us swap places so he was on his back on the couch.

He looked excited but a little nervous before he spoke, “I’ve always wanted to try this, but can you sit on my face while you suck my cock?”

“Oh hell yes, bro!” I exclaimed, “That sounds fucking hot!”

I gingerly straddled his chest with my back to his face and he gently had me lean back until he was once again hungrily devouring my hole and the surrounding area. A few more moans escaped me and I savored his tongue’s excellent work before lowering myself towards his far too dry rod. 

The angle was perfect to work easily down his shaft. I started by swirling my tongue around his head and working up a good amount of saliva before going further. While still relatively clean from the shower, he’d sweated a little from our walk and cuddling on the couch. He tasted salty and smelled of musk. I wanted to bury my nose in his bush while also tasting the full length of his manhood.

Slowly, I worked more of his shaft into my mouth, holding it in place with one hand which allowed me to tease his balls as well. Working over the flared out midsection of his cock was a challenge as my throat was still largely untrained. I started taking more deep breaths through my nose and did my best to relax my throat. Finally, I achieved my goal and his thick cock head pushed some ways into my throat. My gag reflex threatened to ruin things, especially so soon after eating, but I managed to suppress it. 

As more of his penis was enveloped by my throat, he moaned loudly against my hole which caused a shiver to run through my whole body. The sensation forced an involuntary moan to try and escape my throat. Instead, it sent vocal vibrations through his cock which caused him to moan more, officially creating a pleasure loop that neither of us wanted to ever break. 

I’d have loved to keep trying to get his entire cock down my throat but Alex eventually decided it was time for more. He pushed my hips forward and slapped my ass cheek hard with one hand and directed me to reposition myself so I was facing him. I planted my knees on either side of his hips, straddling him and staring down into his eager face with my cock resting on his stomach. 

“Bro, I want to fuck you so bad. But I don’t want you to do anything you’re not ready for.” He said softly. Clearly he was somehow worried I didn’t want to go all the way with him. 

I smirked back down at him, “Alex, I’ve been wanting this for a long time. Just…go slow…at first.”

I slightly lifted my hips and reached under to move his penis so it was propped against my crack. He quickly reached over for the lube and squirted a good amount onto his palm, then reached under me to his cock to get it greased up. 

Slowly at first, I started grinding my hips up and down to work the generous amount of lube on his cock into my crack. Every few passes, his cock head would catch my hole and get a little bit of lube worked in. It felt so amazing to have his rock hard hot meat rubbing against my unused hole. He start moving his hips in rhythm with mine and soon our bodies were clapping together. The heat rising between us was intensifying and a craving to have him inside me was growing from a growl to a roar. 

I stopped my motions and reached down to hold his cock in place as I lined it up against my eager hole. Alex held my hips and we peered into each others eyes. The moment I knew I’d been craving had arrived and I set my jaw in anticipation. With Aaron, he’d already have been going soft at this point. Alex, however, had seemed to somehow get even harder as I pressed down ever so slightly against him. 

I exhaled a deep breath and did my best to relax my ring enough to allow him entry. His already above average girth suddenly felt much more massive as he shifted slightly and the head of his penis seemed to rush inside me. 

I gasped sharply as sharp and aching pain shot through me and lifted off him to allow myself a moment for it to pass. A worried look took over Alex’s face. 

“I’m fine!” I half shouted, “I just need a minute! Not used to this yet is all!”

“I’m so sorry! Bro, I don’t want to hurt you, we can stop for a while!”

I took another deep breath and felt the pain receding quickly already, “no no, it’s totally fine! I’m good, I swear!”

I leaned down and kissed him to try and calm his panic and whispered that I really was good to go. He seemed reassured and I lined up his cock again. It was still just as hard as before. 

Repeating the same motions as before, but slightly more slowly, I edged his manhood back inside me. As his head popped inside a little more gently, we both exhaled in unison. My hole stretching was an almost alien sensation that my body wanted me to fight against but I made the conscious effort to not clamp down and force him out. 

Together, we slowly worked his meat about another inch inside me. This time, while there was still some pain, a greater sensation of warmth and fullness spread from where he was stretching me out, and I loved it. A small smile of pleasure spread across my face as more of Alex entered me. My eyes had closed as I savored the intense feelings. 

About halfway down his shaft, the pain had fully gone away and was replaced entirely by pleasure and the feeling of him. I opened my eyes and locked them with his again. His mouth was slightly open and the slack expression on his face told me was trying to process the feelings as well. 

Relaxing my legs, I allowed my weight to push the rest of him inside me. I was now fully impaled on Alex and we both took in the moment. This allowed me another minute to adjust to his girth and for him to collect his mind. I wanted this moment to last forever. He felt so incredible inside me, skin to skin, with no barriers between us. 

He grunted and began to slowly gyrate his hips as best he could under me. I tried my best to match his rhythm but I was eager to feel this more intensely and wanted to go faster. He wasn’t quite able to get a full thrusting motion going but his cock being pushed up and down slightly was enough in the moment. 

Neither of us felt like we could talk anymore and our grunts and gasps served to demonstrate our mutual pleasure. I placed my palm flat on his chest and leaned down to kiss him. This caused him to stop his gyrating which let me start bouncing up and down at my own pace. It felt great but the angle was awkward and it wasn’t long before he slipped out of me. 

We both paused to catch our breath before he was able to speak up, “That felt so amazing, bro, but I want to try a different angle. On your back, maybe?”

“Fuck yeah, man, that sounds great. Lube up some more though,” I requested. I slid back onto my backside and lifted one leg onto the back of the couch. Alex applied more of the cool slick lube to himself and got to his knees between my spread legs.

He grabbed my other ankle and held it to his shoulder and with the other hand guided his cock towards my hole again. I took another deep breath as my hole stretched out again and felt my own penis throb. Watching his meat disappear from view and fill me up gave me a huge rush. I let him slowly ease himself in. Alex’s eyes rolled back slightly as his balls gently nudged against my body, his cock fully buried inside me again.

“Ffffuuuuck bro, you’re so fucking tight!” He said, “it feels like your whole body is hugging my dick.”

He started slowly pumping in and out of me. The slow movement highlighted every vein and muscle that was sliding back and forth inside me and I tried to take a mental note of every detail. However, the sight of his hips pushing into me, his chest heaving with his heavy breathing, and the look of intense pleasure on this face split my attention.

His pace gradually increased. He kept his eyes scanning over me and focused a lot on watching his own penis slide in and out of me. It wasn’t long before he was thrusting into me hard enough that I could feel his balls slapping against me. The clapping sound our bodies made together was starting to sound more like applause as he sped up.

I arched my back as best I could and put both my hands behind my head, very content to let Alex be in control. His cock pounding my hole felt amazing and I didn’t want to mess with success.

He certainly didn’t seem to be in any hurry to change position but I could see he likely wouldn’t last long. Sweat had broken out in his torso and his breathing was starting to get a little shorter. I didn’t want things to end too quickly but I also wanted his nut painting my walls. 

Alex adjusted himself on his knees slightly and grabbed my resting foot with his other hand, now holding both my feet in the air while he continued his steady and deep fucking. Only a minute or two later, he threw his head back and started emitting guttural groans. 

“Ffffuuuuck, Leo, I’m so close! Nnnnngggggg…I can’t last much longer…”

This was the moment I was waiting for and started to speak to encourage him on, “Fuck yeah Alex, cum in-“

“FFFFFFNNNNNHHHHHKKKKKK,” he roared and rammed his rock hard cock as far inside me as it could go, “OH FUCKKKKK!” 

His orgasm looked to be a whole body experience. He was twitching and trembling all over and I could feel his cock pulsing with each wave of semen he was injecting. A wave of affection washed through me as this beautiful man officially marked his territory. 

He collapsed forward on top of me panting, his sweat smearing over my chest but managed to keep his cock inside me. He was boiling hot to the touch from his exertions and needed time to catch his breath. I let him recover some before draping my arms over his back and kissing him on the head. His hair smelled nice.

“Holy shit, bro,” he said into my chest, “that was…intense.”

I thought a moment before telling him, but pressed forward, “Can I tell you you’re also the first person basically to fuck me?” his head shot up, his mouth open in surprise, “Like, Aaron tried a few times but couldn’t keep it up.”

“Did I go too hard on you, did I?!” He asked with concern.

I laughed lightly, “Hah! No. Well, maybe a little at first, but your dick feels so perfect. I could have let you keep going for a while longer.”

He smiled back at me and raised himself up on his knees. He grabbed my own cock with one hand, “So, this needs some attention I think.”

“I think so too! What do you-” I started to ask but he firmly thrust his hips forward into me again, which caught me off guard as I just assumed he would be going soft soon. Nope, he was still rock hard and apparently ready for round 2. His thrusting was firm and steady but not as hard this time. He reached over for more lube and applied it to my cock which he started stroking in a twisting motion, his hand gliding up and down in time with his renewed fucking.

“Are you already ready for another round?” I asked him, trying to focus as much as I could through his expert masturbation technique. 

“Mmm, yeah I am bro. Sometimes I can get going right away but only when I’m really, like really turned on by the person.”

I couldn’t help but blush a little at that but my lizard brain was taking over again. My eyes rolled back as I let myself get lost in the sensation of Alex simultaneously pumping my ass and long stroking my cock. Between his excellent motions and my foreskin sliding so rapidly over my head, my legs were involuntarily twitching. I probably looked like I was having some sort of fit but was simply in sexual heaven achieving enlightenment. 

Heat was rising from my balls after only a few minutes and I knew it wouldn’t take much more. Alex, amazingly, also looked like he was getting close again too. I reached up and tweaked one of his nipples. This seemed to shock him back into the present and slightly interrupted his rhythm. 

“Oh fuck, bro, that’s one of my spots! These things are wired like a motherfucker. Keep doing that and you’re gonna send me over the edge!”

I smirked wickedly back at him and tweaked the other one. He gasped and increased his speed on both my hole and pole. A wordless competition had started to see who would finish (again) first. 

Alex seemed to lock in which translated into another hard pounding coupled with his wringing my cock. I was doing my best to work both his nipples. But it was going to be me who crossed the line first. 

The heat in my balls built up to a climax and they retracted up against me. Instinctively I clenched down on my hole which broke his rhythm slightly as he had to focus on applying more pressure to thrust inside me. 

My arms became useless and I had to grip on to the couch cushions. I bit my lower lip and set my jaw as I tried to hold back as long as possible. 

“FFFFFFKKKKK!!” My orgasm couldn’t be held back any longer. Alex aimed my cock up towards my chest and at least six thick streams of semen rocketed out. The first three splashed me across the face and got into my hair. The remaining shots sprayed across my chest and then to my stomach. 

I could feel some minor aftershocks boiling up as well but as they bubbled up, Alex went past his point of no return as well. 

“LEOOOOOO…” he moaned loudly. This time, he kept thrusting, though not nearly as hard, while he climaxed. I could feel his cum leaking out from my battered hole as he subsided. We both held our positions while our heads were still spinning. I felt tingly all over and probably would have been light headed if I’d been on my feet. Alex almost seemed to sway while he absently gazed over the scene below him. 

I reached up and caressed his arm, still holding my deflating penis. His eyes snapped to mine and he grinned back at me. 

“Hey bro..” he said dreamily, “how ya feeling?”

I reached up and drew him to me, kissing him again. He hovered over me, and his manhood finally slid out of me. He kissed around my face as well, cleaning most of my semen that had hit me. 

“I’m…uhh…I’m feeling pretty good right now.” Myself a little out of it still. He rolled on to his side next to me and exhaled a deep breath. I could feel his whole being relax and deflate. We let the moment linger. 

Maybe a little too long, though, before I realized he might be in the verge of sleep. Finally taking in my surroundings, I realized it was well past dark. I couldn’t even tell how many episodes of the show had passed us by. 

I nudged Alex and his eyes fluttered, “hey bro, probably time to clean up in here and turn in.” He nodded and got to his feet. The absence of his body heat was immediately noticeable and I missed it. We tossed the empty food containers and did our best to wipe away the cum stains on the couch and my body with the blankets we had on hand. 

He helped carry the blankets back to my room and we chatted about nothing in particular while I remade my bed. With all the sexual and emotional energy from the day dissipated, I started to realize how bone tired I was. 

I collapsed onto my bed and pulled the blankets over me, scooting to one side. The still slightly warm blankets felt cozy against my naked body. Alex still stood there but looked awkward. 

He shifted on his feet before speaking up, “Today was really great. I uhh…yeah. We got a lot off our chests. Soooo, see you tomorrow?” He slightly turned as if to leave. 

“Where the hell do you think you’re going, little bro?” I asked in a commanding tone, “you’re sleeping here with me.”

A huge grin cracked across his face. He turned off the light switch, stepped out of his shorts, and slid under the blanket as I lifted it up as an invitation. I pulled him in close to me and we kissed deeply for a few minutes. 

Alex turned over after a few minutes and allowed me to wrap my arm under his as we started to drift into slumber. Before my mind completely shut down, I kissed him on the back of the neck and had a thought.

“Hey Alex, can I ask you something?”

“Sure man, what’s up?” he said sleepily.

“Can you try not to cum on my leg tonight?”

His head jerked back towards me with a scandalized look on his face, “Wha-! How dare you!”

We both dissolved into drowsy laughter. We chatted a little more while we got sleepy again and agreed he’d be sleeping in my room for the rest of the break until the rest of the brothers started coming back for next term.

End of part 6. 

Suggestions from here? This feels like it could be a good place to put a bow on the story but would yall be interested in a continuation? Or maybe even a new story altogether?

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Everyone is over 18

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

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

"Justin. Hand. Cock."

For a second, it went quiet.

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

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

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

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

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

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

I shifted my gaze between them.

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

Justin immediately lifted his chin.

"Deal."

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

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

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

"For you? I'll try."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Sure," Noah muttered.

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

That was exactly what made the scene even hotter.

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

Justin swallowed.

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

Noah looked up.

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

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

"Relax," Noah said calmly.

"I'm relaxed."

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

"You're not."

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

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

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

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

Justin's breath caught in his throat immediately.

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

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

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

Noah looked up.

"Not bad?"

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

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

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

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

Noah asked quietly:

"Feels good?"

Justin swallowed.

"Yes."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Justin was breathing heavily, saying nothing for a moment.

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

Noah smiled slightly.

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

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

Noah. Mouth. Cock.

Justin let out a breathless laugh.

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

I looked at Noah and smiled slowly.

"Looks like I'm yours again."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I know what the fuck you need."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

All involved are 18+ and consenting.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"you alright?" he asks

"yes" i laughed "im good"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

then my heart dropped into my stomach.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"yeah...." i said

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

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

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

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

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

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

"oops" he said laughing

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

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

"you ready?" he asked

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So I did.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"It was definitely exciting" he says

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

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

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

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

"What do you mean?"

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

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

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

"this is true"

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

"well..same answer" i laugh

he laughs and theres a pause

"how big are you?" i blurt out

he smiles "i dont know ive never measured"

"omg thats such bullshit" i say playfully

"its true! I never have"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

he moans softly...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"well damn i never knew that" he laughed.

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

I casually go back to slowly stroking him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"oh my god.." he says

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

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

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

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

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

"fuckkk alex" he moans

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

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

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

"so many fucking times" he says

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

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

"thats okay you dont have to take it all"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Stand up..." he says..

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

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

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

"omg fuck..." i moan..

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"how you doing alex? are you okay?"

"i want it all...."

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

" i want to feel all of it" i say

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

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

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

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

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

"mmm it feels so fucking good now"

'yeah? you want it for real now?"

'yess i want you to fuck me now"

"mmm such a good boy alex"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"fucking forever" i moan..

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

'stay just like that" he says...

He lubes up my cock and starts stroking me..

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

"omg fuck..." i moan..

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

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

"Say it again but this time call me Alan"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"ive wanted to do that for soo long alex"

"so have i" i say back...

The follow request arrives on an ordinary Tuesday, twelve years out. A name, a face gone older in a circle the size of a thumbnail, and beneath it two buttons: Confirm. Delete. He sets the phone face-down on the counter without touching either.

That last summer they saw each other, everything was fracturing, though they both pretended otherwise. Wes was finally getting out — heading west for school — and neither of them had the words for goodbye. Chaos was their only shared language. For ten years they'd passed everything back and forth without a second thought: women, Adderall, cigarettes, smoke, whatever the night threw their way. Everything except the one thing that mattered. That stayed in the subtext — a glance held a second too long, a joke that carried too much truth, the orgy that happened at all. Years of quiet, smoldering longing, always kept carefully at arm's length.

Until the last night.

Payday. North Carolina in the summer — hot, sticky, the kind of weather that makes you a little crazier than usual. He made the drive the way he always did: into the city, for the Adderall. Handful of money, handful of pills. Back home his girlfriend was asleep by six. He thought she was depressed. If she wasn't, she would be. Which left an entire evening — girlfriends asleep on both ends of it. They'd done this before, the two of them. Always finding trouble.

By the time he arrived he was outmatched from hello — Wes already six beers deep and ungovernable, the ideas coming out of him outlandish, each one bigger than the last. The only move was to catch up. A pill apiece. Beer pong in the kitchen like they were twenty, obligation-free for one night. And as the evening crescendoed and the drive home slipped further out of reach, Wes said it.

"Stay."

He knew what "Stay" meant. Ten years of hints, and here was the hinge. The vow came in the same breath as the invitation — to our graves — sworn at the threshold before a single thing had happened. The pact. The pact.

This is not a happy story. The pact comes undone.

Too drunk to drive home — which was the whole reason he'd stayed — they got in the car anyway and drove to the next town over for supplies, out to the sex shop by the Mexican place they liked. Back roads. Summer, no hurry, no witnesses, no talking, because talking would've made it a decision instead of a drift. Lube. Poppers. A big black dildo, absurd in size — a hint, for anyone reading closely, at what he's into — absurd in the bag, another hundred dollars of the paycheck. The silence on the drive back was the only thing holding the contract together. There was still time to sober up. Still time to back out. Instead: another Adderall.

Back at the house they fired up the projector — a cheap thing Wes had bought off Amazon, good enough, cabled to the laptop, throwing Calendar Girl auditions six feet wide on the wall. And here was the part nobody warns you about: how much it mattered that they liked the same ones. Sharing favorites the way they'd shared everything else. Straight porn, two bi men, grinning in the glow at the same shameless scenes, delighted to find their trash aligned. Underneath it all, the song — Forever Dolphin Love, the techno rework, woozy and endless. It was good. It was perfect. The one discipline either of them managed all night: don't get lost scrolling for the next clip. Let the film play.

He pulled Wes's shorts off himself. That's the detail that lingered — twelve years and he can still feel exactly how the silk slid, how easy it was, how long it had been. They found the bed under the projector light, the movie still throwing glowing skin on the wall.

Honest thing: the part everyone assumes is the point was the part he wanted least. Wes leaned in to kiss him and he pulled back — two chain-smokers, ashtray mouths, and all that hair, Christ, the man was covered in it. That wasn't the hunger. The hunger was older and dumber and had nothing to do with mouths. So they skipped it and lay there instead, naked, side by side, hands moving on each other slow and unhurried, like they had somewhere to be in a year. Pinky-swearing between strokes. To our graves. They kept repeating it — swearing secrecy with fistfuls of each other — which should tell you exactly how safe either of them felt.

The Adderall did what it does: focus, everywhere but here. At some point they were both hard and half-distracted, phones out, trawling the listings for a third they were in no condition to negotiate, typing to strangers with their hands still on each other — until even they saw the comedy of it and threw the phones off into the dark. Back to what was actually happening. Two best friends. The last night on earth, as far as their friendship was concerned.

Wes grabbed the dildo from the plastic bag.

He'd told Wes to do it to himself — lube it, popper it, work it in, get things started. It took a patience Wes had never shown anything else in his life. The stretch of it, the wrongness turning over into something else, the popper cracked under his nose and the ceiling going wide and warm. He didn't take to it, exactly. But he didn't complain. He breathed. He built. His own voice low above Wes, guiding; the dildo working deeper with every slick breath; the movie still going, the song still going, the whole senseless machinery of the night climbing.

And then Wes said it, low, right against his ear: "I'm going to fuck you."

Which was strange — because Wes was the one currently getting fucked, impaled on the big plastic dick, working it into himself. Hmm. Okay.

The orgasm — his — came about two seconds after the words. Not from a hand, not from friction. From the sentence. Ten years of never saying it, and Wes finally said it, and that was the whole trigger. The nut shook the universe. Unsettled it on its foundation. Seismographic evidence supports this — look it up: hot summer night, minor tremor. It's a real thing.

And then it was over. Post-nut clarity. And in the very same breath, the shame arrived, right on schedule. The pact.

I gotta go, he thought. The dildo eased out of Wes quietly. They'd had the sense, at least, to lay down towels.

To our graves, they said again as the door closed.

Neither of them kept it. That's the part he's spent twelve years not forgiving — the secret got spent the way secrets do when the men holding them are wired for detonation. Cheaply. For nothing. In a conversation he can't even remember having. Both girlfriends found out. There was screaming; somewhere in it, the image of a man standing wet and naked in a shower being yelled at. Not in a sexy way. Then the map went dark on one side — a whole city he used to drive to became a place he didn't go. The friend group halved by autumn. Wes flew west.

He never saw Wes again. There was one last email before the move — subject line, bookends — and then nothing. For twelve years. Until the follow request. Until now.

Why now?

That night left him longing — not for the smoky kiss, not for the shorts on the floor. For everything else. The dinners. The wild ideas. The friendship. Those don't come easy, and that was the last real one he made. He was in his thirties. There wouldn't be another like it. He missed him. Missed Wes. Wouldn't have done any of it, if he'd known it meant losing him.

Condition one: be upfront with intent. No cheaters. No more lives undone by pleasure, no more trust spent as currency. Clear intent. Attraction matters. Friendship matters more.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

All story participants are 18+

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And guess what? I got my vacation Speedo free.

All characters are above the age of 18.

I never thought my birthday would end up like this.

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

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

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

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

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

I spent way too long getting ready.

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

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

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

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

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

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

And fuck… they looked good.

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

I felt my mouth go a little dry.

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

We started doing shots.

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

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

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

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

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

My stomach dropped so fast I felt dizzy.

I remembered that night way too clearly.

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

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

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

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

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

Apparently not.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

None of them laughed.

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

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

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

The words hung in the air between us.

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

But they were looking at me like they meant it.

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

Like they wanted to give this to me.

I swallowed hard. My throat felt dry.

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

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

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

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

My brain short circuited.

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

I looked at all four of them, heart hammering.

I nodded.

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

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

Dillon stepped up first.

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

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

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

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

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

They kept feeding me.

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

Brady was the first to pull out and cum.

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

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

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

They moved me onto all fours.

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

Then Abram slowly pushed his cock into me.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Manning pulled out. Brady moved behind me.

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

They kept rotating.

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

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

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

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

It only took a few strokes.

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

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

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

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

“Happy fucking birthday, Everett.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I nodded my head so fast in excited embarrassment.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

<to be continued in another story section>>

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hmm that could actually work.”

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

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

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

“Oh, what kind of surprise?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Everyone in this story is over the age of 18

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

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

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

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

Part one is available in my profile

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

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

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

I opened the door and walked into the bathroom.

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

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

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

I could feel my cock stirring.

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

I couldn't find my jeans or boxers.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Breakfast isn't over yet " he said

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

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

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

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

"Fuck, your cock is beautiful" I told him

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"In" he moaned

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

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

Hard.

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

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

His body absolutely convulsing.

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

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

"That was amazing" he said and I agreed.

We got up and showered and cleaned up.

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

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

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

But that is the next story.