u/Sweden_dude

My best friend and I have been knowing each other for ages. We both are 40 years old now, and she and I have always been sticking together in bad or good times.

In recent years, we live in other cities but meet frequently. She is in a relationship with a guy that I really approve and like. He has always been very chatty, friendly, and curious - just like my friend. He has very humorous jargon that I like. He is also very handsome. In his late 40s, with a tall, lean body and shaved head. My friend and I have been making jokes that he is just our type, and we both are satisfied.

Since the early start of their relationship, he's been extremely cool with me. The three of us have been laughing together, talking about life, sex, gay dating, and so on. He is attractive for sure, but it's always been taboo for me to think differently of him, and I see him as a friend.

This summer we all three went on a summer retreat and rented a house. It's been a warm summer here, so naturally we've been in shorts, sunbathing, and so on. One time we had a moment alone in the outback when he suddenly said out of nowhere, “It looks like you are packing. Bet guys are lucky with you." I just laughed due to his comic character, I'm acting like this is a normal question from him. He then continues, “Have you experienced 'summer penis syndrome'… you know, when the dick swells far above the average size?" As he said that, he also started to correct his bulge in his shorts and check himself out. I look at him, and he smiles, still having his hands on his package, almost like he is about to drag his shirt down. Saved by the bell, my friend comes back from indoors.

Later that week, things escalated in my opinion even more. One evening we were responsible for making dinner, and at the salad station we were chopping veggies when he randomly took a big cucumber and said, “Do you think I would handle it?" getting the cucumber closer to his mouth. He laughs out loud, and I add, "Mature man, you deliver in behavior." He continues by saying, "No, but for real, I never tried." I bug him off with a sign, and he just follows me, chopping with his eyes and a smirk on his face.

The next day my friend goes out for a run, and I'm having a nice early morning alone. I somehow assumed I was alone in the house. Midway through my breakfast, my friend's boyfriend walks in butt naked! I'm slow in reacting, absolutely having time to check him out. He is uncut, semi-hard, and relatively shaved. He is big. As he quickly sees me, he freezes for a second before saying, “Oh shit, I thought you went out running." He stands a bit too long looking at me before he turns around to his room again. His cock jingles away with him.

When he comes back, I assume he would put on a t-shirt and sweatpants, but he actually turns up in briefs. With a large bulge pointing at me. Here I feel like I can't focus, and I do sadly watch him and get a bit too excited. I can feel my bulge also getting thicker. He is making coffee and leaning back on the kitchen table, asking, "Wanna go for a swim?" Almost with a trembling voice, he adds, "It seems very warm today." I can't handle the situation; I'm thinking of leaving myself, but that would be a disaster due to my own hard-on in pants. “I need to do some work stuff," I answer as I start to open my computer. “Oh well," he says before leaving out on the terrace with his bulge still looking blown up.

Later that day, everything goes by in the friendly trio atmosphere we always have. That same last night, specifically, I heard my friend and her boyfriend having sex for the first time. I could hear the cracking bed, a few silent moans from my friend, and intense mumbles and groans from the guy. With the last push I can hear his manly shout of an intense orgasm.

I did jerk off to it, somehow getting excited about the idea of them having sex and also about the idea of knowing how thick his cock looks. I came hard, and moments of confusion rushed over me, thinking I'd been going too far with my horniness.

I still wonder if this is just him trying to vibe with me. But he gets a bit too extra about it. Or might just the warm summer have made him horny?

My best friend and I have been knowing each other for ages. We both are 40 years old now, and she and I have always been sticking together in bad or good times.

In recent years, we live in other cities but meet frequently. She is in a relationship with a guy that I really approve and like. He has always been very chatty, friendly, and curious - just like my friend. He has very humorous jargon that I like. He is also very handsome. In his late 40s, with a tall, lean body and shaved head. My friend and I have been making jokes that he is just our type, and we both are satisfied.

Since the early start of their relationship, he's been extremely cool with me. The three of us have been laughing together, talking about life, sex, gay dating, and so on. He is attractive for sure, but it's always been taboo for me to think differently of him, and I see him as a friend.

This summer we all three went on a summer retreat and rented a house. It's been a warm summer here, so naturally we've been in shorts, sunbathing, and so on. One time we had a moment alone in the outback when he suddenly said out of nowhere, “It looks like you are packing. Bet guys are lucky with you." I just laughed due to his comic character, I'm acting like this is a normal question from him. He then continues, “Have you experienced 'summer penis syndrome'… you know, when the dick swells far above the average size?" As he said that, he also started to correct his bulge in his shorts and check himself out. I look at him, and he smiles, still having his hands on his package, almost like he is about to drag his shirt down. Saved by the bell, my friend comes back from indoors.

Later that week, things escalated in my opinion even more. One evening we were responsible for making dinner, and at the salad station we were chopping veggies when he randomly took a big cucumber and said, “Do you think I would handle it?" getting the cucumber closer to his mouth. He laughs out loud, and I add, "Mature man, you deliver in behavior." He continues by saying, "No, but for real, I never tried." I bug him off with a sign, and he just follows me, chopping with his eyes and a smirk on his face.

The next day my friend goes out for a run, and I'm having a nice early morning alone. I somehow assumed I was alone in the house. Midway through my breakfast, my friend's boyfriend walks in butt naked! I'm slow in reacting, absolutely having time to check him out. He is uncut, semi-hard, and relatively shaved. He is big. As he quickly sees me, he freezes for a second before saying, “Oh shit, I thought you went out running." He stands a bit too long looking at me before he turns around to his room again. His cock jingles away with him.

When he comes back, I assume he would put on a t-shirt and sweatpants, but he actually turns up in briefs. With a large bulge pointing at me. Here I feel like I can't focus, and I do sadly watch him and get a bit too excited. I can feel my bulge also getting thicker. He is making coffee and leaning back on the kitchen table, asking, "Wanna go for a swim?" Almost with a trembling voice, he adds, "It seems very warm today." I can't handle the situation; I'm thinking of leaving myself, but that would be a disaster due to my own hard-on in pants. “I need to do some work stuff," I answer as I start to open my computer. “Oh well," he says before leaving out on the terrace with his bulge still looking blown up.

Later that day, everything goes by in the friendly trio atmosphere we always have. That same last night, specifically, I heard my friend and her boyfriend having sex for the first time. I could hear the cracking bed, a few silent moans from my friend, and intense mumbles and groans from the guy. With the last push I can hear his manly shout of an intense orgasm.

I did jerk off to it, somehow getting excited about the idea of them having sex and also about the idea of knowing how thick his cock looks. I came hard, and moments of confusion rushed over me, thinking I'd been going too far with my horniness.

I still wonder if this is just him trying to vibe with me. But he gets a bit too extra about it. Or might just the warm summer have made him horny?

My best friend and I have been knowing each other for ages. We both are 40 years old now, and she and I have always been sticking together in bad or good times.

In recent years, we live in other cities but meet frequently. She is in a relationship with a guy that I really approve and like. He has always been very chatty, friendly, and curious - just like my friend. He has very humorous jargon that I like. He is also very handsome. In his late 40s, with a tall, lean body and shaved head. My friend and I have been making jokes that he is just our type, and we both are satisfied.

Since the early start of their relationship, he's been extremely cool with me. The three of us have been laughing together, talking about life, sex, gay dating, and so on. He is attractive for sure, but it's always been taboo for me to think differently of him, and I see him as a friend.

This summer we all three went on a summer retreat and rented a house. It's been a warm summer here, so naturally we've been in shorts, sunbathing, and so on. One time we had a moment alone in the outback when he suddenly said out of nowhere, “It looks like you are packing. Bet guys are lucky with you." I just laughed due to his comic character, I'm acting like this is a normal question from him. He then continues, “Have you experienced 'summer penis syndrome'… you know, when the dick swells far above the average size?" As he said that, he also started to correct his bulge in his shorts and check himself out. I look at him, and he smiles, still having his hands on his package, almost like he is about to drag his shirt down. Saved by the bell, my friend comes back from indoors.

Later that week, things escalated in my opinion even more. One evening we were responsible for making dinner, and at the salad station we were chopping veggies when he randomly took a big cucumber and said, “Do you think I would handle it?" getting the cucumber closer to his mouth. He laughs out loud, and I add, "Mature man, you deliver in behavior." He continues by saying, "No, but for real, I never tried." I bug him off with a sign, and he just follows me, chopping with his eyes and a smirk on his face.

The next day my friend goes out for a run, and I'm having a nice early morning alone. I somehow assumed I was alone in the house. Midway through my breakfast, my friend's boyfriend walks in butt naked! I'm slow in reacting, absolutely having time to check him out. He is uncut, semi-hard, and relatively shaved. He is big. As he quickly sees me, he freezes for a second before saying, “Oh shit, I thought you went out running." He stands a bit too long looking at me before he turns around to his room again. His cock jingles away with him.

When he comes back, I assume he would put on a t-shirt and sweatpants, but he actually turns up in briefs. With a large bulge pointing at me. Here I feel like I can't focus, and I do sadly watch him and get a bit too excited. I can feel my bulge also getting thicker. He is making coffee and leaning back on the kitchen table, asking, "Wanna go for a swim?" Almost with a trembling voice, he adds, "It seems very warm today." I can't handle the situation; I'm thinking of leaving myself, but that would be a disaster due to my own hard-on in pants. “I need to do some work stuff," I answer as I start to open my computer. “Oh well," he says before leaving out on the terrace with his bulge still looking blown up.

Later that day, everything goes by in the friendly trio atmosphere we always have. That same last night, specifically, I heard my friend and her boyfriend having sex for the first time. I could hear the cracking bed, a few silent moans from my friend, and intense mumbles and groans from the guy. With the last push I can hear his manly shout of an intense orgasm.

I did jerk off to it, somehow getting excited about the idea of them having sex and also about the idea of knowing how thick his cock looks. I came hard, and moments of confusion rushed over me, thinking I'd been going too far with my horniness.

I still wonder if this is just him trying to vibe with me. But he gets a bit too extra about it. Or might just the warm summer have made him horny?

My best friend and I have been knowing each other for ages. We both are 40 years old now, and she and I have always been sticking together in bad or good times.

In recent years, we live in other cities but meet frequently. She is in a relationship with a guy that I really approve and like. He has always been very chatty, friendly, and curious - just like my friend. He has very humorous jargon that I like. He is also very handsome. In his late 40s, with a tall, lean body and shaved head. My friend and I have been making jokes that he is just our type, and we both are satisfied.

Since the early start of their relationship, he's been extremely cool with me. The three of us have been laughing together, talking about life, sex, gay dating, and so on. He is attractive for sure, but it's always been taboo for me to think differently of him, and I see him as a friend.

This summer we all three went on a summer retreat and rented a house. It's been a warm summer here, so naturally we've been in shorts, sunbathing, and so on. One time we had a moment alone in the outback when he suddenly said out of nowhere, “It looks like you are packing. Bet guys are lucky with you." I just laughed due to his comic character, I'm acting like this is a normal question from him. He then continues, “Have you experienced 'summer penis syndrome'… you know, when the dick swells far above the average size?" As he said that, he also started to correct his bulge in his shorts and check himself out. I look at him, and he smiles, still having his hands on his package, almost like he is about to drag his shirt down. Saved by the bell, my friend comes back from indoors.

Later that week, things escalated in my opinion even more. One evening we were responsible for making dinner, and at the salad station we were chopping veggies when he randomly took a big cucumber and said, “Do you think I would handle it?" getting the cucumber closer to his mouth. He laughs out loud, and I add, "Mature man, you deliver in behavior." He continues by saying, "No, but for real, I never tried." I bug him off with a sign, and he just follows me, chopping with his eyes and a smirk on his face.

The next day my friend goes out for a run, and I'm having a nice early morning alone. I somehow assumed I was alone in the house. Midway through my breakfast, my friend's boyfriend walks in butt naked! I'm slow in reacting, absolutely having time to check him out. He is uncut, semi-hard, and relatively shaved. He is big. As he quickly sees me, he freezes for a second before saying, “Oh shit, I thought you went out running." He stands a bit too long looking at me before he turns around to his room again. His cock jingles away with him.

When he comes back, I assume he would put on a t-shirt and sweatpants, but he actually turns up in briefs. With a large bulge pointing at me. Here I feel like I can't focus, and I do sadly watch him and get a bit too excited. I can feel my bulge also getting thicker. He is making coffee and leaning back on the kitchen table, asking, "Wanna go for a swim?" Almost with a trembling voice, he adds, "It seems very warm today." I can't handle the situation; I'm thinking of leaving myself, but that would be a disaster due to my own hard-on in pants. “I need to do some work stuff," I answer as I start to open my computer. “Oh well," he says before leaving out on the terrace with his bulge still looking blown up.

Later that day, everything goes by in the friendly trio atmosphere we always have. That same last night, specifically, I heard my friend and her boyfriend having sex for the first time. I could hear the cracking bed, a few silent moans from my friend, and intense mumbles and groans from the guy. With the last push I can hear his manly shout of an intense orgasm.

I did jerk off to it, somehow getting excited about the idea of them having sex and also about the idea of knowing how thick his cock looks. I came hard, and moments of confusion rushed over me, thinking I'd been going too far with my horniness.

I still wonder if this is just him trying to vibe with me. But he gets a bit too extra about it. Or might just the warm summer have made him horny?

I am in my 40s, and my next-door neighbor's son is in his 20+.

When I first moved into my apartment this year, his parents immediately stepped up to help me settle in. They are an extremely helpful, fresh, and vibrant couple in their early 50s. To my surprise, they had a son, let’s call him Markus, and he still lives at home with them, which is completely normal in our city due to the brutal housing market.

I am pretty sure we first connected outside the building early one morning. We were both wasted after a night out. As I stumbled through the front door, he was trying to get inside as well. We laughed, helped each other arm-in-arm, and shared the elevator ride up to our floor. The dynamic and attraction between us were instant.

Days later, his parents thanked me for "helping" Markus. I laughed and told them he was actually the one helping me. They were cool about it. After that, I started bumping into Markus in the staircase all the time. There were flirts, intense looks, and it was obvious he was a fine guy. He had this easy confidence, a simple fashion sense with tight t-shirts that highlighted his broad shoulders, jeans, blond hair, and a great physique. He was an absolute turn-on.

Our small talk quickly turned provocative, always injecting sensual comments into the conversation. "It’s so warm today, I’m just walking around naked in my apartment," or "I'm heading to the gym to grow some more muscle," and "I'm taking the stairs today to grow my butt" - those kinds of remarks.

I don’t even remember exactly how or why it escalated, but one day I found myself standing in his apartment with my cock in his mouth. We were fooling around, giving each other oral sex. His parents were away on vacation, and I could still hear their parting words in my head: "Keep an eye on our rowdy son, will ya?"

Later that week, after the blowjob, we fucked for the first time. I caught sight of Markus from our side-by-side balconies. He stepped out wearing only boxers, turned around, and quickly flashed his bubble butt right at me. His buttocks were juicy, round, and prominent. It drove me completely nuts. He gave me a subtle nod, signaling me to follow him inside.

I walked over to his apartment, and the door was already unlocked. I found him on the armchair, arching his back toward me with his ass high up in the air and his boxers pulled down to his knees. "Hey neighbor," he whispered.

I couldn't control myself. I dropped to my knees and started eating his ass, tasting his pink hole and taking in his sweet, musky scent. His masculine moans teased me as he buried his head in his hands on top of the armchair.

Without him even having to ask me to breed him, I stood up. I grabbed my rock-hard dick with one hand, spit on my other fingers, and gave him a quick stretch before sliding deep into his wet, tight hole. He let out a sharp gasp and a loud, breathy "ahaaa." The wet sound of our skin smacking together filled the room. We were both so incredibly horny. His own cock was a good size and completely rock-hard. Our balls slapped against each other as I hammered him doggystyle on the armchair.

My hands gripped his waist tight, and every now and then, I grabbed a fistful of his hair and pulled his head back, which only made him moan harder. From my view, I didn't just see Markus’s muscular, flexing back and peachy ass - I also noticed a family portrait on the wall right in front of us. A sudden wave of intense guilt hit me. 

I washed the thought away by thrusting even faster and harder, making Markus yell, "Ouhh, right there!" I grew agonizingly hard inside him. Before cumming, he flipped around on the armchair, and we both painted his stomach with a heavy, thick layer of cum. The sex was amazing.

The thing is, his lovely parents are still the friendliest people. They cook food for me from time to time. They invite me over and bring me gifts from their travels, always saying, "Thank you for looking after Markus." I’m not guarding him - I’m fucking him!

Lately, I’ve seen a girl passing by his place quite often, which calms my guilt a bit. Maybe she's a girlfriend? But I love having sex with him. It is raw, primal, and it still happens from time to time. The guilt of disappointing his wonderful parents is heavy and hard to overlook, yet I think I am completely addicted to Markus's ass.

Can anyone relate?

I am in my 40s, and my next-door neighbor's son is in his 20+.

When I first moved into my apartment this year, his parents immediately stepped up to help me settle in. They are an extremely helpful, fresh, and vibrant couple in their early 50s. To my surprise, they had a son, let’s call him Markus, and he still lives at home with them, which is completely normal in our city due to the brutal housing market.

I am pretty sure we first connected outside the building early one morning. We were both wasted after a night out. As I stumbled through the front door, he was trying to get inside as well. We laughed, helped each other arm-in-arm, and shared the elevator ride up to our floor. The dynamic and attraction between us were instant.

Days later, his parents thanked me for "helping" Markus. I laughed and told them he was actually the one helping me. They were cool about it. After that, I started bumping into Markus in the staircase all the time. There were flirts, intense looks, and it was obvious he was a fine guy. He had this easy confidence, a simple fashion sense with tight t-shirts that highlighted his broad shoulders, jeans, blond hair, and a great physique. He was an absolute turn-on.

Our small talk quickly turned provocative, always injecting sensual comments into the conversation. "It’s so warm today, I’m just walking around naked in my apartment," or "I'm heading to the gym to grow some more muscle," and "I'm taking the stairs today to grow my butt" - those kinds of remarks.

I don’t even remember exactly how or why it escalated, but one day I found myself standing in his apartment with my cock in his mouth. We were fooling around, giving each other oral sex. His parents were away on vacation, and I could still hear their parting words in my head: "Keep an eye on our rowdy son, will ya?"

Later that week, after the blowjob, we fucked for the first time. I caught sight of Markus from our side-by-side balconies. He stepped out wearing only boxers, turned around, and quickly flashed his bubble butt right at me. His buttocks were juicy, round, and prominent. It drove me completely nuts. He gave me a subtle nod, signaling me to follow him inside.

I walked over to his apartment, and the door was already unlocked. I found him on the armchair, arching his back toward me with his ass high up in the air and his boxers pulled down to his knees. "Hey neighbor," he whispered.

I couldn't control myself. I dropped to my knees and started eating his ass, tasting his pink hole and taking in his sweet, musky scent. His masculine moans teased me as he buried his head in his hands on top of the armchair.

Without him even having to ask me to breed him, I stood up. I grabbed my rock-hard dick with one hand, spit on my other fingers, and gave him a quick stretch before sliding deep into his wet, tight hole. He let out a sharp gasp and a loud, breathy "ahaaa." The wet sound of our skin smacking together filled the room. We were both so incredibly horny. His own cock was a good size and completely rock-hard. Our balls slapped against each other as I hammered him doggystyle on the armchair.

My hands gripped his waist tight, and every now and then, I grabbed a fistful of his hair and pulled his head back, which only made him moan harder. From my view, I didn't just see Markus’s muscular, flexing back and peachy ass - I also noticed a family portrait on the wall right in front of us. A sudden wave of intense guilt hit me. 

I washed the thought away by thrusting even faster and harder, making Markus yell, "Ouhh, right there!" I grew agonizingly hard inside him. Before cumming, he flipped around on the armchair, and we both painted his stomach with a heavy, thick layer of cum. The sex was amazing.

The thing is, his lovely parents are still the friendliest people. They cook food for me from time to time. They invite me over and bring me gifts from their travels, always saying, "Thank you for looking after Markus." I’m not guarding him - I’m fucking him!

Lately, I’ve seen a women passing by his place quite often, which calms my guilt a bit. Maybe she's a partner? But I love having sex with him. It is raw, primal, and it still happens from time to time. The guilt of disappointing his wonderful parents is heavy and hard to overlook, yet I think I am completely addicted to Markus's ass.

Can anyone relate?

I am in my 40s, and my next-door neighbor's son is in his 20+.

When I first moved into my apartment this year, his parents immediately stepped up to help me settle in. They are an extremely helpful, fresh, and vibrant couple in their early 50s. To my surprise, they had a son, let’s call him Markus, and he still lives at home with them, which is completely normal in our city due to the brutal housing market.

I am pretty sure we first connected outside the building early one morning. We were both wasted after a night out. As I stumbled through the front door, he was trying to get inside as well. We laughed, helped each other arm-in-arm, and shared the elevator ride up to our floor. The dynamic and attraction between us were instant.

Days later, his parents thanked me for "helping" Markus. I laughed and told them he was actually the one helping me. They were cool about it. After that, I started bumping into Markus in the staircase all the time. There were flirts, intense looks, and it was obvious he was a fine guy. He had this easy confidence, a simple fashion sense with tight t-shirts that highlighted his broad shoulders, jeans, blond hair, and a great physique. He was an absolute turn-on.

Our small talk quickly turned provocative, always injecting sensual comments into the conversation. "It’s so warm today, I’m just walking around naked in my apartment," or "I'm heading to the gym to grow some more muscle," and "I'm taking the stairs today to grow my butt" - those kinds of remarks.

I don’t even remember exactly how or why it escalated, but one day I found myself standing in his apartment with my cock in his mouth. We were fooling around, giving each other oral sex. His parents were away on vacation, and I could still hear their parting words in my head: "Keep an eye on our rowdy son, will ya?"

Later that week, after the blowjob, we fucked for the first time. I caught sight of Markus from our side-by-side balconies. He stepped out wearing only boxers, turned around, and quickly flashed his bubble butt right at me. His buttocks were juicy, round, and prominent. It drove me completely nuts. He gave me a subtle nod, signaling me to follow him inside.

I walked over to his apartment, and the door was already unlocked. I found him on the armchair, arching his back toward me with his ass high up in the air and his boxers pulled down to his knees. "Hey neighbor," he whispered.

I couldn't control myself. I dropped to my knees and started eating his ass, tasting his pink hole and taking in his sweet, musky scent. His masculine moans teased me as he buried his head in his hands on top of the armchair.

Without him even having to ask me to breed him, I stood up. I grabbed my rock-hard dick with one hand, spit on my other fingers, and gave him a quick stretch before sliding deep into his wet, tight hole. He let out a sharp gasp and a loud, breathy "ahaaa." The wet sound of our skin smacking together filled the room. We were both so incredibly horny. His own cock was a good size and completely rock-hard. Our balls slapped against each other as I hammered him doggystyle on the armchair.

My hands gripped his waist tight, and every now and then, I grabbed a fistful of his hair and pulled his head back, which only made him moan harder. From my view, I didn't just see Markus’s muscular, flexing back and peachy ass - I also noticed a family portrait on the wall right in front of us. A sudden wave of intense guilt hit me. 

I washed the thought away by thrusting even faster and harder, making Markus yell, "Ouhh, right there!" I grew agonizingly hard inside him. Before cumming, he flipped around on the armchair, and we both painted his stomach with a heavy, thick layer of cum. The sex was amazing.

The thing is, his lovely parents are still the friendliest people. They cook food for me from time to time. They invite me over and bring me gifts from their travels, always saying, "Thank you for looking after Markus." I’m not guarding him - I’m fucking him!

Lately, I’ve seen a girl passing by his place quite often, which calms my guilt a bit. Maybe she's a girlfriend? But I love having sex with him. It is raw, primal, and it still happens from time to time. The guilt of disappointing his wonderful parents is heavy and hard to overlook, yet I think I am completely addicted to Markus's ass.

Can anyone relate?

I am in my 40s, and my next-door neighbor's son is in his 20+.

When I first moved into my apartment this year, his parents immediately stepped up to help me settle in. They are an extremely helpful, fresh, and vibrant couple in their early 50s. To my surprise, they had a son, let’s call him Markus, and he still lives at home with them, which is completely normal in our city due to the brutal housing market.

I am pretty sure we first connected outside the building early one morning. We were both wasted after a night out. As I stumbled through the front door, he was trying to get inside as well. We laughed, helped each other arm-in-arm, and shared the elevator ride up to our floor. The dynamic and attraction between us were instant.

Days later, his parents thanked me for "helping" Markus. I laughed and told them he was actually the one helping me. They were cool about it. After that, I started bumping into Markus in the staircase all the time. There were flirts, intense looks, and it was obvious he was a fine guy. He had this easy confidence, a simple fashion sense with tight t-shirts that highlighted his broad shoulders, jeans, blond hair, and a great physique. He was an absolute turn-on.

Our small talk quickly turned provocative, always injecting sensual comments into the conversation. "It’s so warm today, I’m just walking around naked in my apartment," or "I'm heading to the gym to grow some more muscle," and "I'm taking the stairs today to grow my butt" - those kinds of remarks.

I don’t even remember exactly how or why it escalated, but one day I found myself standing in his apartment with my cock in his mouth. We were fooling around, giving each other oral sex. His parents were away on vacation, and I could still hear their parting words in my head: "Keep an eye on our rowdy son, will ya?"

Later that week, after the blowjob, we fucked for the first time. I caught sight of Markus from our side-by-side balconies. He stepped out wearing only boxers, turned around, and quickly flashed his bubble butt right at me. His buttocks were juicy, round, and prominent. It drove me completely nuts. He gave me a subtle nod, signaling me to follow him inside.

I walked over to his apartment, and the door was already unlocked. I found him on the armchair, arching his back toward me with his ass high up in the air and his boxers pulled down to his knees. "Hey neighbor," he whispered.

I couldn't control myself. I dropped to my knees and started eating his ass, tasting his pink hole and taking in his sweet, musky scent. His masculine moans teased me as he buried his head in his hands on top of the armchair.

Without him even having to ask me to breed him, I stood up. I grabbed my rock-hard dick with one hand, spit on my other fingers, and gave him a quick stretch before sliding deep into his wet, tight hole. He let out a sharp gasp and a loud, breathy "ahaaa." The wet sound of our skin smacking together filled the room. We were both so incredibly horny. His own cock was a good size and completely rock-hard. Our balls slapped against each other as I hammered him doggystyle on the armchair.

My hands gripped his waist tight, and every now and then, I grabbed a fistful of his hair and pulled his head back, which only made him moan harder. From my view, I didn't just see Markus’s muscular, flexing back and peachy ass - I also noticed a family portrait on the wall right in front of us. A sudden wave of intense guilt hit me. 

I washed the thought away by thrusting even faster and harder, making Markus yell, "Ouhh, right there!" I grew agonizingly hard inside him. Before cumming, he flipped around on the armchair, and we both painted his stomach with a heavy, thick layer of cum. The sex was amazing.

The thing is, his lovely parents are still the friendliest people. They cook food for me from time to time. They invite me over and bring me gifts from their travels, always saying, "Thank you for looking after Markus." I’m not guarding him - I’m fucking him!

Lately, I’ve seen a girl passing by his place quite often, which calms my guilt a bit. Maybe she's a girlfriend? But I love having sex with him. It is raw, primal, and it still happens from time to time. The guilt of disappointing his wonderful parents is heavy and hard to overlook, yet I think I am completely addicted to Markus's ass.

Can anyone relate?

Where I live, the sauna is a fundamental part of the culture. You never say no to a sauna session after the gym, whether it’s for relaxation or just an activity on a rainy day. This was exactly that kind of occasion.

After my gym session, I headed straight for the sauna (there is always a sauna at the gym where I live). It was a major holiday weekend, so the gym was rather empty.

When I stepped inside, an older guy, maybe around 60, was already sitting there. Me 40 years old at the time. He quickly tried to cover up since he was naked, sitting on his towel. He called out, "I'm sorry, I didn't notice you coming in." Since it is very common to be naked in public saunas where I live, I didn't think much of it. I just had a towel wrapped around my waist.

The heat was brutal, and he asked if it was okay to pour water on the stones. Wanting to act cool and show I could handle the heat, I said yes. The steam engulfed us completely, and when it finally cleared, the old man grumbled, "Do you mind me opening it? It's so warm here." He kept his hands on his towel. I nodded and followed up with, "Yeah, maybe it's best for our little friends, hehe." When I opened up my own towel, the old man commented, "Well, we both seem to not be so little," followed by a husky, "hehe."

I didn't really answer, but he continued, "I bet the ladies never complained… mine never did." As I awkwardly looked at him with a grin, I quickly managed to scan his body. He was bald with a horseshoe mustache, a classic dad bod, a hairy chest, and down near his dick, I saw a trimmed landing strip - something I had never seen on a guy before! His cock was impressive: thick, uncut, and resting heavily on large balls.

I became extremely shy. He continued, "When I was your age, if you don't mind me saying, I lived life to the fullest, hehe." I only managed to nod, letting out a nervous, "Jaha, oh well." He leaned back and threw some more water on the stones. Then he tilted his head back and said, "And you know, I never much cared about what others thought, but I shagged everyone, if you know what I mean."

He adjusted his position on the bench, and I found myself looking toward him, feeling the tension in the room rise. He looked at me with a steady smile. "You see, I don't judge, right?" Needing to say something, I answered back, trying to sound confident. "Yeah, who cares, right..." He answered with an "uh-huh," settling back into his seat.

"Do you get laid much?" he asked, his tone more direct this time. "Yeah, I don't complain," I answered. He responded in a dark, lower voice, "Mmm, I'm sure about that." He remained leaned back, looking completely comfortable. His confidence was total, and it strangely gave me a bit of my own. I reclined slightly on the sauna bench, but manage to hit it with ny leg. He looks over and looks down at my dick. He says “Feels good right?”… and when I look down I can see I’m also getting a boner. 

I felt a sudden pang of nerves, but then a sense of ease took over. I looked up as he wiped the sweat from his chest. Leaning forward from his seat, he bent over to throw more water onto the stones. From this view, I saw his grand erected cock pointing with large hanging balls. He got back with a groan. He side-eyes me and says, 'I'm old now, but I still know how to use it” - followed by what I would call a stroke on his dick."

"Are we alone here today?" he asked in a deep voice. "Seems so," I answered, giving another nervous laugh. Just as the atmosphere reached its peak, a door slammed out in the locker room area. 

The sauna door was made of glass, and we could clearly hear the metallic clatter of a locker door and movement outside.

"Well, we better compose ourselves before someone walks in," he said with a friendly laugh. Acting completely casual, as if the tension had never existed, he adjusted his towel. Even though no one actually entered the sauna, he left a few minutes later, offering a very casual, "Nice meeting you."

He left me completely stunned. I didn't dare leave the sauna until I was absolutely sure he had fully left the locker room area.