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Everyone is 18+ and the situations are fully consensual.

I was still catching my breath at my locker, sweat running down my back, when his deep voice hit me from behind.

“You make porn, right?”

I froze for half a second. Then I let out a short laugh and turned around slowly.

There he was. Will.

The big married daddy I’d seen around the gym for over a year now. Forty-eight years old and still built like a fucking tank. Thick arms, wide shoulders, and a powerful chest that refused to soften with age. He was wearing that signature black compression shirt again, the one that looked painted on after a heavy session. Sweat had soaked straight through the fabric, making it cling to every ridge of his pecs. His nipples pressed hard against the shirt. Below that, grey gym shorts hugged his thick thighs and the heavy, obvious bulge swinging between his legs.

We’d nodded at each other plenty of times. Spotting on the bench once or twice. Small talk about deadlifts or protein. Nothing deep. I knew he was married. Knew he had a nineteen-year-old son. Never in a million years did I expect this straight, rough-around-the-edges muscle dad to open his mouth and ask me that question in the middle of the locker room.

I raised an eyebrow, trying to keep my face calm even though my pulse kicked up.

“How the fuck do you know that, Will?”

Will rubbed the back of his thick neck, his bicep flexing hard with the motion. He glanced left and right, checking that none of the other guys were close enough to hear.

“Guys talk,” he said, voice low and gravelly. “Especially those loud kids in the showers. They’ve been running their mouths for weeks about you.”

He paused, eyes flicking over my chest and shoulders before locking back on my face.

“Saying you pull decent money doing solo shit on the side.”

I smirked, leaning one shoulder against the locker.

Will didn’t crack a smile. He just stood there, sweat still dripping slowly down the side of his neck, breathing heavy from the workout.

“Look… I’m not here to bullshit you, kid.” His voice dropped even lower. “I got laid off a month ago. Haven’t told my wife. Haven’t told my boy. The house payment is kicking my ass every single month. I need cash. Bad.”

He shifted his weight. Those powerful legs flexed under the shorts. The compression shirt stretched tighter across his chest as he breathed.

“I might have looked you up,” he admitted, almost reluctantly. “Saw what kind of stuff you do. Figured… a straight guy like me in one of those videos might do numbers. You know… the married dad trying it for the first time kinda thing.”

I smiled slowly, crossing my arms over my chest.

“Interesting, you know that shit goes viral.”

Will exhaled through his nose, jaw tight. He looked like he hated every word coming out of his own mouth but couldn’t stop now.

“And I think your videos would be better with me in it.”

The words sat heavy between us. This 48-year-old jacked dad, still dripping sweat, standing in front of me offering himself up like that. His hairy chest rose and fell. The wet fabric clung to every curve of muscle and fur.

I let the silence stretch a little, watching him.

“You ever done anything with a dude before?”

“Not once,” he answered fast, almost defensive. “I’m straight. Been with my wife twenty-two years. Never even thought about it. But right now I’m in a tight spot. Real tight.”

He grabbed the bottom of his compression shirt and lifted it just enough to wipe the sweat off his face. The move flashed his hairy stomach, the deep V lines pointing down toward that fat bulge, and the thick trail of hair disappearing into his shorts.

“I’ll take whatever you give me,” he added quietly. “Just need to make some money without my family finding out.”

I studied him harder. The way his big arms hung at his sides. The proud set of his shoulders. The heavy, confident hang of his cock in those shorts. He still carried himself like a man who was used to being in charge at home and at work. But underneath that pride I could see the desperation pushing him forward.

“You know this isn’t just jerking off on camera, right?” I said, keeping my voice low. “People eat up the straight-to-curious shit. Might have to get a little hands-on. Might have to do more than you’re expecting.”

Will’s eyes stayed locked on mine. He didn’t look away.

“I know what I am getting myself into,” he said. His voice was rough. “I thought about that already. If it makes the money better… fuck it. I’ll do what needs doing.”

My dick twitched hard inside my own shorts. This married muscle dad talking like that, sweat still rolling down his hairy chest, was doing shit to me.

I pushed off the locker and stepped a little closer.

“You’re really down to let me film you? Touch you? Maybe more?”

He gave one short, firm nod.

“Yeah. I am.”

The locker room smelled like sweat, metal, and old wood. His scent was strong. That deep, masculine married-dad smell mixed with fresh workout sweat. It filled the small space between us.

I looked him up and down slowly, letting my eyes drag over his thick arms, the soaked compression shirt, and the heavy bulge again.

“Alright,” I said. “I’m down.”

Will’s shoulders relaxed just a fraction, but his eyes stayed sharp and intense.

“When?” he asked.

“Tonight,” I told him. “My place. Eight o’clock. Come straight after you shower if you want, but honestly… I think the sweat works better on camera.”

He gave a short grunt, almost a laugh, and shook his head.

“Figures.”

I smirked.

“Wear this shirt when you come over. Looks real good on you.”

Will glanced down at his own chest, then back up at me. Something flickered across his face. Half embarrassed, half something hotter.

“Yeah… okay,” he muttered.

I grabbed my bag and slung it over my shoulder. My heart was pounding now and my cock was definitely chubbing up.

“Text me when you’re on the way. I’ll send you the address.”

Before I walked off, I turned back one last time.

“And Will?”

“Yeah?”

“Don’t chicken out. If you show up, we’re really doing this.”

He stared at me for a long second, jaw set, chest still heaving a little from the workout and the conversation. Then he gave one firm nod, his voice low and rough.

“I’ll be there.”

I left the locker room with my mind racing and my dick half-hard the whole drive home. This big, straight, muscular married dad was actually coming over tonight. Not for small talk. Not to lift. He was coming so I could put him on camera and start breaking him in for money.

The thought made my stomach tight with excitement.

Everyone is 18+ and the situations are fully consensual.

I was still catching my breath at my locker, sweat running down my back, when his deep voice hit me from behind.

“You make porn, right?”

I froze for half a second. Then I let out a short laugh and turned around slowly.

There he was. Will.

The big married daddy I’d seen around the gym for over a year now. Forty-eight years old and still built like a fucking tank. Thick arms, wide shoulders, and a powerful chest that refused to soften with age. He was wearing that signature black compression shirt again, the one that looked painted on after a heavy session. Sweat had soaked straight through the fabric, making it cling to every ridge of his pecs. His nipples pressed hard against the shirt. Below that, grey gym shorts hugged his thick thighs and the heavy, obvious bulge swinging between his legs.

We’d nodded at each other plenty of times. Spotting on the bench once or twice. Small talk about deadlifts or protein. Nothing deep. I knew he was married. Knew he had a nineteen-year-old son. Never in a million years did I expect this straight, rough-around-the-edges muscle dad to open his mouth and ask me that question in the middle of the locker room.

I raised an eyebrow, trying to keep my face calm even though my pulse kicked up.

“How the fuck do you know that, Will?”

Will rubbed the back of his thick neck, his bicep flexing hard with the motion. He glanced left and right, checking that none of the other guys were close enough to hear.

“Guys talk,” he said, voice low and gravelly. “Especially those loud kids in the showers. They’ve been running their mouths for weeks about you.”

He paused, eyes flicking over my chest and shoulders before locking back on my face.

“Saying you pull decent money doing solo shit on the side.”

I smirked, leaning one shoulder against the locker.

Will didn’t crack a smile. He just stood there, sweat still dripping slowly down the side of his neck, breathing heavy from the workout.

“Look… I’m not here to bullshit you, kid.” His voice dropped even lower. “I got laid off a month ago. Haven’t told my wife. Haven’t told my boy. The house payment is kicking my ass every single month. I need cash. Bad.”

He shifted his weight. Those powerful legs flexed under the shorts. The compression shirt stretched tighter across his chest as he breathed.

“I might have looked you up,” he admitted, almost reluctantly. “Saw what kind of stuff you do. Figured… a straight guy like me in one of those videos might do numbers. You know… the married dad trying it for the first time kinda thing.”

I smiled slowly, crossing my arms over my chest.

“Interesting, you know that shit goes viral.”

Will exhaled through his nose, jaw tight. He looked like he hated every word coming out of his own mouth but couldn’t stop now.

“And I think your videos would be better with me in it.”

The words sat heavy between us. This 48-year-old jacked dad, still dripping sweat, standing in front of me offering himself up like that. His hairy chest rose and fell. The wet fabric clung to every curve of muscle and fur.

I let the silence stretch a little, watching him.

“You ever done anything with a dude before?”

“Not once,” he answered fast, almost defensive. “I’m straight. Been with my wife twenty-two years. Never even thought about it. But right now I’m in a tight spot. Real tight.”

He grabbed the bottom of his compression shirt and lifted it just enough to wipe the sweat off his face. The move flashed his hairy stomach, the deep V lines pointing down toward that fat bulge, and the thick trail of hair disappearing into his shorts.

“I’ll take whatever you give me,” he added quietly. “Just need to make some money without my family finding out.”

I studied him harder. The way his big arms hung at his sides. The proud set of his shoulders. The heavy, confident hang of his cock in those shorts. He still carried himself like a man who was used to being in charge at home and at work. But underneath that pride I could see the desperation pushing him forward.

“You know this isn’t just jerking off on camera, right?” I said, keeping my voice low. “People eat up the straight-to-curious shit. Might have to get a little hands-on. Might have to do more than you’re expecting.”

Will’s eyes stayed locked on mine. He didn’t look away.

“I know what I am getting myself into,” he said. His voice was rough. “I thought about that already. If it makes the money better… fuck it. I’ll do what needs doing.”

My dick twitched hard inside my own shorts. This married muscle dad talking like that, sweat still rolling down his hairy chest, was doing shit to me.

I pushed off the locker and stepped a little closer.

“You’re really down to let me film you? Touch you? Maybe more?”

He gave one short, firm nod.

“Yeah. I am.”

The locker room smelled like sweat, metal, and old wood. His scent was strong. That deep, masculine married-dad smell mixed with fresh workout sweat. It filled the small space between us.

I looked him up and down slowly, letting my eyes drag over his thick arms, the soaked compression shirt, and the heavy bulge again.

“Alright,” I said. “I’m down.”

Will’s shoulders relaxed just a fraction, but his eyes stayed sharp and intense.

“When?” he asked.

“Tonight,” I told him. “My place. Eight o’clock. Come straight after you shower if you want, but honestly… I think the sweat works better on camera.”

He gave a short grunt, almost a laugh, and shook his head.

“Figures.”

I smirked.

“Wear this shirt when you come over. Looks real good on you.”

Will glanced down at his own chest, then back up at me. Something flickered across his face. Half embarrassed, half something hotter.

“Yeah… okay,” he muttered.

I grabbed my bag and slung it over my shoulder. My heart was pounding now and my cock was definitely chubbing up.

“Text me when you’re on the way. I’ll send you the address.”

Before I walked off, I turned back one last time.

“And Will?”

“Yeah?”

“Don’t chicken out. If you show up, we’re really doing this.”

He stared at me for a long second, jaw set, chest still heaving a little from the workout and the conversation. Then he gave one firm nod, his voice low and rough.

“I’ll be there.”

I left the locker room with my mind racing and my dick half-hard the whole drive home. This big, straight, muscular married dad was actually coming over tonight. Not for small talk. Not to lift. He was coming so I could put him on camera and start breaking him in for money.

The thought made my stomach tight with excitement.

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Everyone is 18+ and the situations are fully consensual.

I was still catching my breath at my locker, sweat running down my back, when his deep voice hit me from behind.

“You make porn, right?”

I froze for half a second. Then I let out a short laugh and turned around slowly.

There he was. Will.

The big married daddy I’d seen around the gym for over a year now. Forty-eight years old and still built like a fucking tank. Thick arms, wide shoulders, and a powerful chest that refused to soften with age. He was wearing that signature black compression shirt again, the one that looked painted on after a heavy session. Sweat had soaked straight through the fabric, making it cling to every ridge of his pecs. His nipples pressed hard against the shirt. Below that, grey gym shorts hugged his thick thighs and the heavy, obvious bulge swinging between his legs.

We’d nodded at each other plenty of times. Spotting on the bench once or twice. Small talk about deadlifts or protein. Nothing deep. I knew he was married. Knew he had a nineteen-year-old son. Never in a million years did I expect this straight, rough-around-the-edges muscle dad to open his mouth and ask me that question in the middle of the locker room.

I raised an eyebrow, trying to keep my face calm even though my pulse kicked up.

“How the fuck do you know that, Will?”

Will rubbed the back of his thick neck, his bicep flexing hard with the motion. He glanced left and right, checking that none of the other guys were close enough to hear.

“Guys talk,” he said, voice low and gravelly. “Especially those loud kids in the showers. They’ve been running their mouths for weeks about you.”

He paused, eyes flicking over my chest and shoulders before locking back on my face.

“Saying you pull decent money doing solo shit on the side.”

I smirked, leaning one shoulder against the locker.

Will didn’t crack a smile. He just stood there, sweat still dripping slowly down the side of his neck, breathing heavy from the workout.

“Look… I’m not here to bullshit you, kid.” His voice dropped even lower. “I got laid off a month ago. Haven’t told my wife. Haven’t told my boy. The house payment is kicking my ass every single month. I need cash. Bad.”

He shifted his weight. Those powerful legs flexed under the shorts. The compression shirt stretched tighter across his chest as he breathed.

“I might have looked you up,” he admitted, almost reluctantly. “Saw what kind of stuff you do. Figured… a straight guy like me in one of those videos might do numbers. You know… the married dad trying it for the first time kinda thing.”

I smiled slowly, crossing my arms over my chest.

“Interesting, you know that shit goes viral.”

Will exhaled through his nose, jaw tight. He looked like he hated every word coming out of his own mouth but couldn’t stop now.

“And I think your videos would be better with me in it.”

The words sat heavy between us. This 48-year-old jacked dad, still dripping sweat, standing in front of me offering himself up like that. His hairy chest rose and fell. The wet fabric clung to every curve of muscle and fur.

I let the silence stretch a little, watching him.

“You ever done anything with a dude before?”

“Not once,” he answered fast, almost defensive. “I’m straight. Been with my wife twenty-two years. Never even thought about it. But right now I’m in a tight spot. Real tight.”

He grabbed the bottom of his compression shirt and lifted it just enough to wipe the sweat off his face. The move flashed his hairy stomach, the deep V lines pointing down toward that fat bulge, and the thick trail of hair disappearing into his shorts.

“I’ll take whatever you give me,” he added quietly. “Just need to make some money without my family finding out.”

I studied him harder. The way his big arms hung at his sides. The proud set of his shoulders. The heavy, confident hang of his cock in those shorts. He still carried himself like a man who was used to being in charge at home and at work. But underneath that pride I could see the desperation pushing him forward.

“You know this isn’t just jerking off on camera, right?” I said, keeping my voice low. “People eat up the straight-to-curious shit. Might have to get a little hands-on. Might have to do more than you’re expecting.”

Will’s eyes stayed locked on mine. He didn’t look away.

“I know what I am getting myself into,” he said. His voice was rough. “I thought about that already. If it makes the money better… fuck it. I’ll do what needs doing.”

My dick twitched hard inside my own shorts. This married muscle dad talking like that, sweat still rolling down his hairy chest, was doing shit to me.

I pushed off the locker and stepped a little closer.

“You’re really down to let me film you? Touch you? Maybe more?”

He gave one short, firm nod.

“Yeah. I am.”

The locker room smelled like sweat, metal, and old wood. His scent was strong. That deep, masculine married-dad smell mixed with fresh workout sweat. It filled the small space between us.

I looked him up and down slowly, letting my eyes drag over his thick arms, the soaked compression shirt, and the heavy bulge again.

“Alright,” I said. “I’m down.”

Will’s shoulders relaxed just a fraction, but his eyes stayed sharp and intense.

“When?” he asked.

“Tonight,” I told him. “My place. Eight o’clock. Come straight after you shower if you want, but honestly… I think the sweat works better on camera.”

He gave a short grunt, almost a laugh, and shook his head.

“Figures.”

I smirked.

“Wear this shirt when you come over. Looks real good on you.”

Will glanced down at his own chest, then back up at me. Something flickered across his face. Half embarrassed, half something hotter.

“Yeah… okay,” he muttered.

I grabbed my bag and slung it over my shoulder. My heart was pounding now and my cock was definitely chubbing up.

“Text me when you’re on the way. I’ll send you the address.”

Before I walked off, I turned back one last time.

“And Will?”

“Yeah?”

“Don’t chicken out. If you show up, we’re really doing this.”

He stared at me for a long second, jaw set, chest still heaving a little from the workout and the conversation. Then he gave one firm nod, his voice low and rough.

“I’ll be there.”

I left the locker room with my mind racing and my dick half-hard the whole drive home. This big, straight, muscular married dad was actually coming over tonight. Not for small talk. Not to lift. He was coming so I could put him on camera and start breaking him in for money.

The thought made my stomach tight with excitement.

Everyone is 18+ and the situations are fully consensual.

I was still catching my breath at my locker, sweat running down my back, when his deep voice hit me from behind.

“You make porn, right?”

I froze for half a second. Then I let out a short laugh and turned around slowly.

There he was. Will.

The big married daddy I’d seen around the gym for over a year now. Forty-eight years old and still built like a fucking tank. Thick arms, wide shoulders, and a powerful chest that refused to soften with age. He was wearing that signature black compression shirt again, the one that looked painted on after a heavy session. Sweat had soaked straight through the fabric, making it cling to every ridge of his pecs. His nipples pressed hard against the shirt. Below that, grey gym shorts hugged his thick thighs and the heavy, obvious bulge swinging between his legs.

We’d nodded at each other plenty of times. Spotting on the bench once or twice. Small talk about deadlifts or protein. Nothing deep. I knew he was married. Knew he had a nineteen-year-old son. Never in a million years did I expect this straight, rough-around-the-edges muscle dad to open his mouth and ask me that question in the middle of the locker room.

I raised an eyebrow, trying to keep my face calm even though my pulse kicked up.

“How the fuck do you know that, Will?”

Will rubbed the back of his thick neck, his bicep flexing hard with the motion. He glanced left and right, checking that none of the other guys were close enough to hear.

“Guys talk,” he said, voice low and gravelly. “Especially those loud kids in the showers. They’ve been running their mouths for weeks about you.”

He paused, eyes flicking over my chest and shoulders before locking back on my face.

“Saying you pull decent money doing solo shit on the side.”

I smirked, leaning one shoulder against the locker.

Will didn’t crack a smile. He just stood there, sweat still dripping slowly down the side of his neck, breathing heavy from the workout.

“Look… I’m not here to bullshit you, kid.” His voice dropped even lower. “I got laid off a month ago. Haven’t told my wife. Haven’t told my boy. The house payment is kicking my ass every single month. I need cash. Bad.”

He shifted his weight. Those powerful legs flexed under the shorts. The compression shirt stretched tighter across his chest as he breathed.

“I might have looked you up,” he admitted, almost reluctantly. “Saw what kind of stuff you do. Figured… a straight guy like me in one of those videos might do numbers. You know… the married dad trying it for the first time kinda thing.”

I smiled slowly, crossing my arms over my chest.

“Interesting, you know that shit goes viral.”

Will exhaled through his nose, jaw tight. He looked like he hated every word coming out of his own mouth but couldn’t stop now.

“And I think your videos would be better with me in it.”

The words sat heavy between us. This 48-year-old jacked dad, still dripping sweat, standing in front of me offering himself up like that. His hairy chest rose and fell. The wet fabric clung to every curve of muscle and fur.

I let the silence stretch a little, watching him.

“You ever done anything with a dude before?”

“Not once,” he answered fast, almost defensive. “I’m straight. Been with my wife twenty-two years. Never even thought about it. But right now I’m in a tight spot. Real tight.”

He grabbed the bottom of his compression shirt and lifted it just enough to wipe the sweat off his face. The move flashed his hairy stomach, the deep V lines pointing down toward that fat bulge, and the thick trail of hair disappearing into his shorts.

“I’ll take whatever you give me,” he added quietly. “Just need to make some money without my family finding out.”

I studied him harder. The way his big arms hung at his sides. The proud set of his shoulders. The heavy, confident hang of his cock in those shorts. He still carried himself like a man who was used to being in charge at home and at work. But underneath that pride I could see the desperation pushing him forward.

“You know this isn’t just jerking off on camera, right?” I said, keeping my voice low. “People eat up the straight-to-curious shit. Might have to get a little hands-on. Might have to do more than you’re expecting.”

Will’s eyes stayed locked on mine. He didn’t look away.

“I know what I am getting myself into,” he said. His voice was rough. “I thought about that already. If it makes the money better… fuck it. I’ll do what needs doing.”

My dick twitched hard inside my own shorts. This married muscle dad talking like that, sweat still rolling down his hairy chest, was doing shit to me.

I pushed off the locker and stepped a little closer.

“You’re really down to let me film you? Touch you? Maybe more?”

He gave one short, firm nod.

“Yeah. I am.”

The locker room smelled like sweat, metal, and old wood. His scent was strong. That deep, masculine married-dad smell mixed with fresh workout sweat. It filled the small space between us.

I looked him up and down slowly, letting my eyes drag over his thick arms, the soaked compression shirt, and the heavy bulge again.

“Alright,” I said. “I’m down.”

Will’s shoulders relaxed just a fraction, but his eyes stayed sharp and intense.

“When?” he asked.

“Tonight,” I told him. “My place. Eight o’clock. Come straight after you shower if you want, but honestly… I think the sweat works better on camera.”

He gave a short grunt, almost a laugh, and shook his head.

“Figures.”

I smirked.

“Wear this shirt when you come over. Looks real good on you.”

Will glanced down at his own chest, then back up at me. Something flickered across his face. Half embarrassed, half something hotter.

“Yeah… okay,” he muttered.

I grabbed my bag and slung it over my shoulder. My heart was pounding now and my cock was definitely chubbing up.

“Text me when you’re on the way. I’ll send you the address.”

Before I walked off, I turned back one last time.

“And Will?”

“Yeah?”

“Don’t chicken out. If you show up, we’re really doing this.”

He stared at me for a long second, jaw set, chest still heaving a little from the workout and the conversation. Then he gave one firm nod, his voice low and rough.

“I’ll be there.”

I left the locker room with my mind racing and my dick half-hard the whole drive home. This big, straight, muscular married dad was actually coming over tonight. Not for small talk. Not to lift. He was coming so I could put him on camera and start breaking him in for money.

The thought made my stomach tight with excitement.

Everyone is 18+ and the situations described are fully consensual.

I stood there in the basement laundry room wearing nothing but my Nike briefs. My thick cock throbbed visibly inside the thin fabric, curved to the side and trapped tight, the head pressing against the cotton like it was trying to punch its way out. A small dark wet spot had already formed right at the tip. Tyler’s eyes dropped straight to it. He stared like a man who had not eaten in days.

“Is that wet spot from the protein that spilled over or…” he asked with a smirk playing on his lips.

I chuckled low in my chest. “Well it’s not the protein shake but a different kind of protein.”

Tyler licked his lips slowly and deliberately. His tongue dragged across the bottom one leaving it shiny. I felt my cock twitch harder at the sight.

My cock had been rock hard almost nonstop all weekend from Tyler’s constant teasing. Every time his eyes locked on my bulge I felt it throb heavier in my shorts. I had watched him lick his lips while staring at the fat outline all this time. ‘Fuck it Jakey’, I thought. He looks like he knows exactly how to suck a cock. Mia could never even choke on it properly no matter how many times she tried. If not her then let her brother handle this big fat cock.

“Want a taste?" I finally asked.

He did not hesitate for even a second. Tyler dropped straight to his knees on the cold basement floor right in front of me. His face came level with my bulge. His hands reached up and hooked into the waistband of my briefs. He looked up at me with those hungry eyes and pulled the fabric down slowly and seductively. Inch by inch the elastic slid over my hips and down my thighs.

“Holy fucking shit man,” Tyler breathed out the second my cock sprang free.

It flopped out heavy and proud. Ten solid inches of thick veiny meat slapped against my lower abs then bounced once before settling. The fat head was already leaking a steady bead of precum that caught the light. The shaft was wide enough that Tyler’s slim hand would not close all the way around it. The veins stood out along the length and the whole thing pulsed visibly with every beat of my heart.

“Yeah you like that?" I asked with a grin.

“Hell fucking yes man. I knew you were packing but this is fucking insane,” Tyler said. His voice had gone hoarse. He leaned in closer until his face was right there. My cock rested across his cheek for a moment leaving a shiny trail of precum on his smooth skin and into his messy blonde hair. He did not seem to care. He nuzzled against it first like he was greeting it then opened his mouth and took one of my heavy balls inside.

The wet heat of his mouth closed around my nut and he sucked gently at first then harder. His tongue rolled over the sensitive skin while his hand came up to cradle the other one. My cock lay across his face throbbing and leaking more precum that dripped onto his forehead and hair. He moaned around my ball and the vibration traveled straight up through my core.

“Fuck shit Ty,” I grunted. “You are hungry aren't you?”

He pulled off my ball with a wet pop and looked up at me with spit shining on his lips. Then he dragged his tongue slow and flat from the base of my cock all the way up the underside. He traced every vein. He circled the fat head but did not take it in yet. He teased the slit with the very tip of his tongue lapping up the fresh precum that kept leaking out. My hips jerked forward on their own.

“You are a fucking tease,” I muttered.

Tyler just smirked and kept licking. Long slow strokes from root to tip. His spit coated my entire shaft making it glisten. Every time he reached the head he sucked just the tip inside for a second then pulled off again. My balls were already drawing up tight. I had never had anyone worship my cock like this. Mia never wanted it this close to her face for long. She would suck for a minute or two then pull away. But Tyler was different. He looked like he could stay down there all day.

Finally, he opened his mouth wide and sank down on my cock in one smooth motion. Half of it disappeared into his throat on the very first try. The wet heat and tight squeeze made my knees go weak. He gagged once then pushed deeper until his nose was buried against my trimmed pubes. His throat convulsed around the head and I felt him swallow.

“Holy fuck, you slut,” I groaned.

He pulled back up slowly letting his tongue drag along the underside then dropped down again faster. Spit ran down my shaft and dripped from his chin onto the floor. The sounds were filthy. Wet slurping and soft gagging every time he took me deep. His hands gripped my thighs hard. I let him set the pace for a minute just watching my cock disappear into his pretty mouth over and over.

Then the urge hit me hard. I reached down and grabbed two handfuls of his blonde hair. Tyler moaned around my cock like he had been waiting for me to get rough.

I started thrusting. Short at first then longer deeper strokes. I fucked his face while he knelt there taking it. Spit coated my cock thick and shiny. It ran down his lips and chin. His eyes watered but he never pulled away. He just looked up at me with this glassy hungry stare that made my ego swell bigger than my dick.

Mia had never let me do this. Not really. She would try for a minute then tap out, her gag reflex too sensitive. She never wanted it rough or deep. But Tyler. Tyler was a cocksucker who worshiped cock. He opened his throat and let me use it. Every thrust made a wet obscene sound. His spit flew. I could feel his nose bumping my stomach when I went all the way in.

“You are a hungry cocksucker, aren't you Tyler?" I growled.

He moaned long and loud around my cock. The vibration almost pushed me over the edge right there.

“Mhmm.”

“Like gobbling down your sister’s boyfriend’s cock?” I pushed deeper and held there.

“Hmhmm I do sir,” Tyler managed when I pulled back enough for him to speak. His voice was wrecked and spitty.

“Fuck yes I do.”

That ‘sir’ sent a fresh jolt straight to my balls. I started fucking his face harder. My hips snapped forward again and again. Tyler’s hands moved to my ass pulling me in deeper every time. His throat was so fucking tight and hot and willing. Spit poured down my shaft in thick strands. It coated my balls and ran down my thighs. The whole basement smelled like sweat and laundry detergent.

“I am close,” I warned.

Tyler did not pull off. He doubled down. He took me to the root and swallowed around the head. His throat milked me. One of his hands came up and rolled my balls while the other stayed on my ass. I looked down at him. This slim blonde kid on his knees in the basement with my cock buried in his throat while his sister slept upstairs. The guilt was there but it was drowned out by the pure ego rush. This little gay brother wanted my cock more than anything and he was taking it like a champ.

I grabbed his head with both hands and thrust deep one last time. My cock swelled and I started cumming hard. Thick ropes shot straight down his slutty throat. I groaned loud and long as pulse after pulse pumped out of me. Tyler swallowed every drop. He did not let go. He stayed deep on my cock gulping and moaning while I emptied everything I had. His eyes stayed locked on mine the whole time, watery but satisfied.

For a long moment after I finished, he just stayed there. My cock still half hard and twitching deep inside his throat. He looked up at me with this content… almost worshipful expression. Spit and cum leaked from the corner of his mouth but his mouth did not let go of my cock.

I reached down and slapped his face gently. “Let go of my cock bitch," I said with a tired laugh.

Tyler pulled off slowly. My cock slipped from his lips shiny and spent. He panted for a second then leaned in and licked one last long stripe from base to tip cleaning up the mess. He stood up on shaky legs wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. A small wet spot had formed at the front of his shorts. His own precum. I noticed it but said nothing.

“Fucking hell Jake,” Tyler said voice hoarse and wrecked. “That’s a meat I would choke on every day.”

I just laughed and shook my head. My legs felt like jelly.

I was a bit scared too. I didn’t want my girlfriend to find out what the fuck I was doing down here in the basement with her little brother.

“Mia cannot find out about this," I said.

Tyler smirked at me. “You think I am going to ruin this thing we have got going on here by telling my sister?”

“Nah. Fuck that.”

He stepped a little closer and lowered his voice. “I am going to be needing more of that soon. Hope you got more loads in you Jakey.”

I did not answer him right away. I just stood there with my spent cock hanging heavy between my legs still wet from his mouth. My heart was still pounding from the orgasm and from the risk of it all. Tyler licked the strings of cum from his lips and gave me that same hungry little smile.

“Come on,” he said. “Let’s get you some clean clothes before Mia wakes up and wonders why the hell her boyfriend is naked.”

I pulled on my undies and followed him up the basement stairs. My body felt loose and satisfied but my head was already spinning with how dangerous this had become and how badly I already wanted to do it again.

~

#4 - My Girlfriend’s Hungry Brother Cannot Stay Away

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Everyone is 18+ and the situations described are fully consensual.

I stood there in the basement laundry room wearing nothing but my Nike briefs. My thick cock throbbed visibly inside the thin fabric, curved to the side and trapped tight, the head pressing against the cotton like it was trying to punch its way out. A small dark wet spot had already formed right at the tip. Tyler’s eyes dropped straight to it. He stared like a man who had not eaten in days.

“Is that wet spot from the protein that spilled over or…” he asked with a smirk playing on his lips.

I chuckled low in my chest. “Well it’s not the protein shake but a different kind of protein.”

Tyler licked his lips slowly and deliberately. His tongue dragged across the bottom one leaving it shiny. I felt my cock twitch harder at the sight.

My cock had been rock hard almost nonstop all weekend from Tyler’s constant teasing. Every time his eyes locked on my bulge I felt it throb heavier in my shorts. I had watched him lick his lips while staring at the fat outline all this time. ‘Fuck it Jakey’, I thought. He looks like he knows exactly how to suck a cock. Mia could never even choke on it properly no matter how many times she tried. If not her then let her brother handle this big fat cock.

“Want a taste?" I finally asked.

He did not hesitate for even a second. Tyler dropped straight to his knees on the cold basement floor right in front of me. His face came level with my bulge. His hands reached up and hooked into the waistband of my briefs. He looked up at me with those hungry eyes and pulled the fabric down slowly and seductively. Inch by inch the elastic slid over my hips and down my thighs.

“Holy fucking shit man,” Tyler breathed out the second my cock sprang free.

It flopped out heavy and proud. Ten solid inches of thick veiny meat slapped against my lower abs then bounced once before settling. The fat head was already leaking a steady bead of precum that caught the light. The shaft was wide enough that Tyler’s slim hand would not close all the way around it. The veins stood out along the length and the whole thing pulsed visibly with every beat of my heart.

“Yeah you like that?" I asked with a grin.

“Hell fucking yes man. I knew you were packing but this is fucking insane,” Tyler said. His voice had gone hoarse. He leaned in closer until his face was right there. My cock rested across his cheek for a moment leaving a shiny trail of precum on his smooth skin and into his messy blonde hair. He did not seem to care. He nuzzled against it first like he was greeting it then opened his mouth and took one of my heavy balls inside.

The wet heat of his mouth closed around my nut and he sucked gently at first then harder. His tongue rolled over the sensitive skin while his hand came up to cradle the other one. My cock lay across his face throbbing and leaking more precum that dripped onto his forehead and hair. He moaned around my ball and the vibration traveled straight up through my core.

“Fuck shit Ty,” I grunted. “You are hungry aren't you?”

He pulled off my ball with a wet pop and looked up at me with spit shining on his lips. Then he dragged his tongue slow and flat from the base of my cock all the way up the underside. He traced every vein. He circled the fat head but did not take it in yet. He teased the slit with the very tip of his tongue lapping up the fresh precum that kept leaking out. My hips jerked forward on their own.

“You are a fucking tease,” I muttered.

Tyler just smirked and kept licking. Long slow strokes from root to tip. His spit coated my entire shaft making it glisten. Every time he reached the head he sucked just the tip inside for a second then pulled off again. My balls were already drawing up tight. I had never had anyone worship my cock like this. Mia never wanted it this close to her face for long. She would suck for a minute or two then pull away. But Tyler was different. He looked like he could stay down there all day.

Finally, he opened his mouth wide and sank down on my cock in one smooth motion. Half of it disappeared into his throat on the very first try. The wet heat and tight squeeze made my knees go weak. He gagged once then pushed deeper until his nose was buried against my trimmed pubes. His throat convulsed around the head and I felt him swallow.

“Holy fuck, you slut,” I groaned.

He pulled back up slowly letting his tongue drag along the underside then dropped down again faster. Spit ran down my shaft and dripped from his chin onto the floor. The sounds were filthy. Wet slurping and soft gagging every time he took me deep. His hands gripped my thighs hard. I let him set the pace for a minute just watching my cock disappear into his pretty mouth over and over.

Then the urge hit me hard. I reached down and grabbed two handfuls of his blonde hair. Tyler moaned around my cock like he had been waiting for me to get rough.

I started thrusting. Short at first then longer deeper strokes. I fucked his face while he knelt there taking it. Spit coated my cock thick and shiny. It ran down his lips and chin. His eyes watered but he never pulled away. He just looked up at me with this glassy hungry stare that made my ego swell bigger than my dick.

Mia had never let me do this. Not really. She would try for a minute then tap out, her gag reflex too sensitive. She never wanted it rough or deep. But Tyler. Tyler was a cocksucker who worshiped cock. He opened his throat and let me use it. Every thrust made a wet obscene sound. His spit flew. I could feel his nose bumping my stomach when I went all the way in.

“You are a hungry cocksucker, aren't you Tyler?" I growled.

He moaned long and loud around my cock. The vibration almost pushed me over the edge right there.

“Mhmm.”

“Like gobbling down your sister’s boyfriend’s cock?” I pushed deeper and held there.

“Hmhmm I do sir,” Tyler managed when I pulled back enough for him to speak. His voice was wrecked and spitty.

“Fuck yes I do.”

That ‘sir’ sent a fresh jolt straight to my balls. I started fucking his face harder. My hips snapped forward again and again. Tyler’s hands moved to my ass pulling me in deeper every time. His throat was so fucking tight and hot and willing. Spit poured down my shaft in thick strands. It coated my balls and ran down my thighs. The whole basement smelled like sweat and laundry detergent.

“I am close,” I warned.

Tyler did not pull off. He doubled down. He took me to the root and swallowed around the head. His throat milked me. One of his hands came up and rolled my balls while the other stayed on my ass. I looked down at him. This slim blonde kid on his knees in the basement with my cock buried in his throat while his sister slept upstairs. The guilt was there but it was drowned out by the pure ego rush. This little gay brother wanted my cock more than anything and he was taking it like a champ.

I grabbed his head with both hands and thrust deep one last time. My cock swelled and I started cumming hard. Thick ropes shot straight down his slutty throat. I groaned loud and long as pulse after pulse pumped out of me. Tyler swallowed every drop. He did not let go. He stayed deep on my cock gulping and moaning while I emptied everything I had. His eyes stayed locked on mine the whole time, watery but satisfied.

For a long moment after I finished, he just stayed there. My cock still half hard and twitching deep inside his throat. He looked up at me with this content… almost worshipful expression. Spit and cum leaked from the corner of his mouth but his mouth did not let go of my cock.

I reached down and slapped his face gently. “Let go of my cock bitch," I said with a tired laugh.

Tyler pulled off slowly. My cock slipped from his lips shiny and spent. He panted for a second then leaned in and licked one last long stripe from base to tip cleaning up the mess. He stood up on shaky legs wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. A small wet spot had formed at the front of his shorts. His own precum. I noticed it but said nothing.

“Fucking hell Jake,” Tyler said voice hoarse and wrecked. “That’s a meat I would choke on every day.”

I just laughed and shook my head. My legs felt like jelly.

I was a bit scared too. I didn’t want my girlfriend to find out what the fuck I was doing down here in the basement with her little brother.

“Mia cannot find out about this," I said.

Tyler smirked at me. “You think I am going to ruin this thing we have got going on here by telling my sister?”

“Nah. Fuck that.”

He stepped a little closer and lowered his voice. “I am going to be needing more of that soon. Hope you got more loads in you Jakey.”

I did not answer him right away. I just stood there with my spent cock hanging heavy between my legs still wet from his mouth. My heart was still pounding from the orgasm and from the risk of it all. Tyler licked the strings of cum from his lips and gave me that same hungry little smile.

“Come on,” he said. “Let’s get you some clean clothes before Mia wakes up and wonders why the hell her boyfriend is naked.”

I pulled on my undies and followed him up the basement stairs. My body felt loose and satisfied but my head was already spinning with how dangerous this had become and how badly I already wanted to do it again.

Everyone is 18+ and the situations described are fully consensual.

I stood there in the basement laundry room wearing nothing but my Nike briefs. My thick cock throbbed visibly inside the thin fabric, curved to the side and trapped tight, the head pressing against the cotton like it was trying to punch its way out. A small dark wet spot had already formed right at the tip. Tyler’s eyes dropped straight to it. He stared like a man who had not eaten in days.

“Is that wet spot from the protein that spilled over or…” he asked with a smirk playing on his lips.

I chuckled low in my chest. “Well it’s not the protein shake but a different kind of protein.”

Tyler licked his lips slowly and deliberately. His tongue dragged across the bottom one leaving it shiny. I felt my cock twitch harder at the sight.

My cock had been rock hard almost nonstop all weekend from Tyler’s constant teasing. Every time his eyes locked on my bulge I felt it throb heavier in my shorts. I had watched him lick his lips while staring at the fat outline all this time. ‘Fuck it Jakey’, I thought. He looks like he knows exactly how to suck a cock. Mia could never even choke on it properly no matter how many times she tried. If not her then let her brother handle this big fat cock.

“Want a taste?" I finally asked.

He did not hesitate for even a second. Tyler dropped straight to his knees on the cold basement floor right in front of me. His face came level with my bulge. His hands reached up and hooked into the waistband of my briefs. He looked up at me with those hungry eyes and pulled the fabric down slowly and seductively. Inch by inch the elastic slid over my hips and down my thighs.

“Holy fucking shit man,” Tyler breathed out the second my cock sprang free.

It flopped out heavy and proud. Ten solid inches of thick veiny meat slapped against my lower abs then bounced once before settling. The fat head was already leaking a steady bead of precum that caught the light. The shaft was wide enough that Tyler’s slim hand would not close all the way around it. The veins stood out along the length and the whole thing pulsed visibly with every beat of my heart.

“Yeah you like that?" I asked with a grin.

“Hell fucking yes man. I knew you were packing but this is fucking insane,” Tyler said. His voice had gone hoarse. He leaned in closer until his face was right there. My cock rested across his cheek for a moment leaving a shiny trail of precum on his smooth skin and into his messy blonde hair. He did not seem to care. He nuzzled against it first like he was greeting it then opened his mouth and took one of my heavy balls inside.

The wet heat of his mouth closed around my nut and he sucked gently at first then harder. His tongue rolled over the sensitive skin while his hand came up to cradle the other one. My cock lay across his face throbbing and leaking more precum that dripped onto his forehead and hair. He moaned around my ball and the vibration traveled straight up through my core.

“Fuck shit Ty,” I grunted. “You are hungry aren't you?”

He pulled off my ball with a wet pop and looked up at me with spit shining on his lips. Then he dragged his tongue slow and flat from the base of my cock all the way up the underside. He traced every vein. He circled the fat head but did not take it in yet. He teased the slit with the very tip of his tongue lapping up the fresh precum that kept leaking out. My hips jerked forward on their own.

“You are a fucking tease,” I muttered.

Tyler just smirked and kept licking. Long slow strokes from root to tip. His spit coated my entire shaft making it glisten. Every time he reached the head he sucked just the tip inside for a second then pulled off again. My balls were already drawing up tight. I had never had anyone worship my cock like this. Mia never wanted it this close to her face for long. She would suck for a minute or two then pull away. But Tyler was different. He looked like he could stay down there all day.

Finally, he opened his mouth wide and sank down on my cock in one smooth motion. Half of it disappeared into his throat on the very first try. The wet heat and tight squeeze made my knees go weak. He gagged once then pushed deeper until his nose was buried against my trimmed pubes. His throat convulsed around the head and I felt him swallow.

“Holy fuck, you slut,” I groaned.

He pulled back up slowly letting his tongue drag along the underside then dropped down again faster. Spit ran down my shaft and dripped from his chin onto the floor. The sounds were filthy. Wet slurping and soft gagging every time he took me deep. His hands gripped my thighs hard. I let him set the pace for a minute just watching my cock disappear into his pretty mouth over and over.

Then the urge hit me hard. I reached down and grabbed two handfuls of his blonde hair. Tyler moaned around my cock like he had been waiting for me to get rough.

I started thrusting. Short at first then longer deeper strokes. I fucked his face while he knelt there taking it. Spit coated my cock thick and shiny. It ran down his lips and chin. His eyes watered but he never pulled away. He just looked up at me with this glassy hungry stare that made my ego swell bigger than my dick.

Mia had never let me do this. Not really. She would try for a minute then tap out, her gag reflex too sensitive. She never wanted it rough or deep. But Tyler. Tyler was a cocksucker who worshiped cock. He opened his throat and let me use it. Every thrust made a wet obscene sound. His spit flew. I could feel his nose bumping my stomach when I went all the way in.

“You are a hungry cocksucker, aren't you Tyler?" I growled.

He moaned long and loud around my cock. The vibration almost pushed me over the edge right there.

“Mhmm.”

“Like gobbling down your sister’s boyfriend’s cock?” I pushed deeper and held there.

“Hmhmm I do sir,” Tyler managed when I pulled back enough for him to speak. His voice was wrecked and spitty.

“Fuck yes I do.”

That ‘sir’ sent a fresh jolt straight to my balls. I started fucking his face harder. My hips snapped forward again and again. Tyler’s hands moved to my ass pulling me in deeper every time. His throat was so fucking tight and hot and willing. Spit poured down my shaft in thick strands. It coated my balls and ran down my thighs. The whole basement smelled like sweat and laundry detergent.

“I am close,” I warned.

Tyler did not pull off. He doubled down. He took me to the root and swallowed around the head. His throat milked me. One of his hands came up and rolled my balls while the other stayed on my ass. I looked down at him. This slim blonde kid on his knees in the basement with my cock buried in his throat while his sister slept upstairs. The guilt was there but it was drowned out by the pure ego rush. This little gay brother wanted my cock more than anything and he was taking it like a champ.

I grabbed his head with both hands and thrust deep one last time. My cock swelled and I started cumming hard. Thick ropes shot straight down his slutty throat. I groaned loud and long as pulse after pulse pumped out of me. Tyler swallowed every drop. He did not let go. He stayed deep on my cock gulping and moaning while I emptied everything I had. His eyes stayed locked on mine the whole time, watery but satisfied.

For a long moment after I finished, he just stayed there. My cock still half hard and twitching deep inside his throat. He looked up at me with this content… almost worshipful expression. Spit and cum leaked from the corner of his mouth but his mouth did not let go of my cock.

I reached down and slapped his face gently. “Let go of my cock bitch," I said with a tired laugh.

Tyler pulled off slowly. My cock slipped from his lips shiny and spent. He panted for a second then leaned in and licked one last long stripe from base to tip cleaning up the mess. He stood up on shaky legs wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. A small wet spot had formed at the front of his shorts. His own precum. I noticed it but said nothing.

“Fucking hell Jake,” Tyler said voice hoarse and wrecked. “That’s a meat I would choke on every day.”

I just laughed and shook my head. My legs felt like jelly.

I was a bit scared too. I didn’t want my girlfriend to find out what the fuck I was doing down here in the basement with her little brother.

“Mia cannot find out about this," I said.

Tyler smirked at me. “You think I am going to ruin this thing we have got going on here by telling my sister?”

“Nah. Fuck that.”

He stepped a little closer and lowered his voice. “I am going to be needing more of that soon. Hope you got more loads in you Jakey.”

I did not answer him right away. I just stood there with my spent cock hanging heavy between my legs still wet from his mouth. My heart was still pounding from the orgasm and from the risk of it all. Tyler licked the strings of cum from his lips and gave me that same hungry little smile.

“Come on,” he said. “Let’s get you some clean clothes before Mia wakes up and wonders why the hell her boyfriend is naked.”

I pulled on my undies and followed him up the basement stairs. My body felt loose and satisfied but my head was already spinning with how dangerous this had become and how badly I already wanted to do it again.

Everyone is 18+ and the situations are fully consensual.

I came home from the gym later than usual. My body felt pumped in that heavy satisfied way but my head was still back at the weight room. There had been this one guy lifting in the corner. Thick arms that pumped with every rep. A chest that stretched his shirt tight every time he pressed the bar up. I had caught myself staring more than once. The way his muscles moved under his skin had kept me distracted the whole session. By the time I shut my apartment door behind me, my cock was already half hard just from replaying it.

I dropped my gym bag by the door and went straight to the bedroom. The apartment was quiet. Just the low hum of the fridge in the other room. I peeled off my shirt and let it fall. Then my shorts and underwear. My cock stood up stiff against my stomach already leaking at the tip. I was alone and I did not feel like waiting around. The thick dildo was in the nightstand drawer where I always kept it. I pulled it out along with the lube bottle from the drawer and climbed onto the bed.

I lay back against the pillows and spread my legs wide. The cool air touched my skin everywhere. I poured some lube over the head of the toy and worked it down the shaft with my fingers. Then I brought it down between my thighs and pressed the blunt tip against my hole. The pressure built steady and firm. I pushed and felt the head pop inside.

“Aah–fuck,” A low groan left my throat.

It always took a second to adjust to the size but once it did the stretch turned into that deep full feeling I craved. I worked it deeper inch by inch. The way it filled me completely made my toes curl against the sheets. My other hand found my cock and started stroking in slow pulls that matched the rhythm of the toy moving in and out.

I closed my eyes and let my mind go back to the gym. That jacked guy. The way his arms had looked when he racked the weight. Thick and veined and powerful. I imagined him here instead of the toy. His heavy body on top of mine. Those thick arms pinning my wrists above my head while he drove his cock into me with the same steady force.

"Fuck yes," I muttered out loud into the empty room.

"Just like that. Give it to me deep." The words came rough and low. I pushed the dildo deeper and held it there, grinding my hips against it. The pressure against my prostate was intense and perfect. My cock leaked steadily into my fingers as I stroked faster. Sweat broke out across my chest and forehead. The room filled with the wet sounds of the toy working my hole and my own breathing getting heavier. I was getting close. My balls drew up tight. The pleasure built in waves that made my thighs tremble. I kept going… lost in it. The toy sliding in and out with that smooth wet glide that made everything else disappear.

Then the smell changed. Burning plastic. Sharp and chemical and wrong. I opened my eyes and saw thick smoke rising from the floor right beside the bed. The power strip was the problem. All my stuff was plugged into the cheap multiplug strip on the floor and one of the chargers had overheated badly. The plastic was melting and gray smoke poured out in a steady stream. The smoke alarm above the bed went off immediately. Loud piercing beeps filled the room and the space started to haze over fast.

Panic cut straight through the haze of pleasure. I yanked the dildo out in one quick pull. The sudden emptiness made me gasp but there was no time to think about it. I tossed the toy onto the bed and scrambled off the mattress. Still naked and hard as fuck, I ran to the bathroom, grabbed the first towel I saw and wrapped it around my waist.

The smoke was getting thicker. I could taste it in the back of my throat. I bolted out the apartment door and into the hallway while pulling my phone out. My hands shook a little as I called it in. "There is smoke coming from my bedroom. It looks like it is from an overloaded power strip."

The dispatcher said a crew was on the way and to wait outside if it was safe. I stood there in the hall in nothing but the towel feeling the cool air on my skin and my heart hammering. My cock was still half hard from the interrupted session and the towel did little to hide the state I was in. I felt ridiculous and exposed but I stayed put. Better safe than sorry. I kept glancing back at the door wondering if the smoke was really that bad or if I had overreacted. The alarm was still going inside but I did not hear any crackling or see flames. Still I waited.

A few minutes later, the fire truck pulled up outside my apartment. Boots on the stairs. Low voices. Then the crew appeared in the hallway. Several guys in full gear but one stood out right away. He was tall and broad even under all the layers. His chest and arms looked thick and powerful. The turnout pants sat low on his hips and his jacket was open showing a tight blue shirt stretched across his torso. He moved with an easy confidence that made the heavy boots sound deliberate on the floor. The others started asking questions but my eyes kept going back to him. I heard one of them call him Cole. I nodded to the group trying to sound calm. "Sorry guys. It might be nothing but there was a lot of smoke in the bedroom coming from the power strip."

Cole gave me a small smile. His voice was calm and professional. "It’s okay. We’ll have a look."

They moved past me into the apartment. I walked into the living room pacing a little on the hardwood. The towel felt rough against my skin and my cock had finally gone down but I still felt exposed. I could hear them in the bedroom. Drawers opening. Equipment beeping. They were checking everything. The outlet. The melted power strip. The area under the bed and around the nightstand. I tried not to think about what else was in plain sight on the bed or nightstand. The dildo was still there where I had tossed it. Wet and obvious. My face burned at the thought of one of them seeing it but I stayed put and waited.

After what felt like forever, they came back out. One of the older guys spoke. "False alarm. Short circuit in the charger. That power strip is done for. Grab a new one and you should be fine. No damage to the wiring or anything structural. You are good to go."

The crew started packing up and heading for the door. Relief mixed with embarrassment washed over me. I thanked them and watched them leave. But Cole did not follow right away. He stayed back near the bedroom doorway. After the last of the others stepped out into the hall, he walked over to me. His heavy boots made the floor creak. His jacket was still half open and those turnout pants hung low. He reached into his pants and pulled out something.

When I looked, he was holding the dildo in one gloved hand. He held it out to me with a small smirk on his face. "This belong to you? It was sitting right on your bed."

My face went hot instantly. I took it from him fast. The toy was still warm and marked from use. "Oh my god. I must have knocked it off the nightstand when I ran out. I am so sorry about that."

Cole chuckled. The sound was low and cocky. He stepped closer so I could smell the mix of smoke and man on him. "You are lucky I spotted it right away before any of the others came around the other side of the bed. That would have been a fun report to write up."

I wanted to disappear. The towel suddenly felt very small. "This is so embarrassing. I can’t believe this happened."

He did not back off. His eyes stayed on mine and then dropped for a second to the towel before coming back up. His voice dropped lower. "Don’t be embarrassed, man. I’ve seen all kinds of things on calls. But I have to ask. How does something that size even fit? It looks like you were really going for it."

The way he said it was not judgmental. It was curious. Teasing. Almost impressed. I felt the embarrassment shift into something else. Something hotter. I looked right back at him and let a little boldness come through. "You’d be surprised at how much I can take when I am worked up."

Cole did not look away. The air between us changed. Thicker. He reached down with his free hand and adjusted himself right there in front of me. His palm pressed against the front of his turnout pants where a clear bulge had started to form. He gave it a slow squeeze. "Yeah?"

The single word hung in the air. I nodded. Bit my lower lip without meaning to. My own cock was starting to stir again under the towel. We just looked at each other for a long moment. No one spoke. The only sounds were the distant voices of the crew outside and our breathing. His eyes were dark and direct. I could feel the heat coming off his body even through the gear. My heart was beating hard for a completely different reason now.

From the hallway one of the crew called out. "Cole you coming or what? We are heading back."

Cole kept his eyes on me and answered loud and steady. "Yeah. Just finishing one last check in here."

His hand stayed over the front of his pants. His fingers moved in slow gentle strokes while he kept his eyes on me. The bulge under his palm was obvious now. My mouth went dry. The tension in the room felt thick enough to touch.

I swallowed and took the chance before I lost my nerve. "When do you get off work?"

Cole's smirk deepened. His hand did not stop moving. "Ten. Why? You got plans?"

I felt my face grow hot but I held his gaze. "Maybe. Depends if you are free after."

He chuckled low. The sound was all cocky and warm. "I could be. What did you have in mind?"

I glanced at the dildo still in my hand then back at him. "You could come back. Help me finish what I started before everything went to shit."

Cole stepped a little closer. His heavy boot scuffed the floor. "Yeah? That toy looked like it was doing a decent job but I bet I could do better."

My cock twitched under the towel at the words. "You think so?"

"I know so." His voice dropped even lower. "Keep that hole ready. I’ll swing by and we’ll see how much you can really take."

The air between us crackled. I could not look away from the way his hand kept stroking that bulge in slow deliberate motions. It was like he wanted me to see exactly what I was doing to him. My own body responded hard. The towel was doing a shit job of hiding how turned on I was getting all over again.

From the hallway the crew called out again. Something about heading to the truck. Cole finally pulled his hand away from his crotch but the outline was still clear. He gave me one last long look. "Ten. Be ready."

Then he turned and walked out. Heavy boots on the floor. The door clicked shut behind him.

I stood there in the living room for a long minute. The dildo was still wet in my hand. My heart was pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat. The towel was tented bad now and my cock throbbed with every beat. I could still smell him in the air. Smoke and sweat and that raw masculine scent that had my hole clenching on nothing.

I carried the toy back to the bedroom and set it on the nightstand. The sheets were still messed up from earlier. The room smelled like lube and the faint trace of burned plastic. I lay down on the bed and let the towel fall open. My cock stood up stiff against my stomach already leaking at the tip again. I wrapped my fingers around it and stroked slowly.

The image of Cole played on repeat in my head. The way he had looked at me while his hand moved over that bulge. The low rough sound of his voice when he said he would swing by. The cocky smirk that said he knew exactly what he was doing to me. Fuck. I stroked a little faster. My hole felt empty and needy in the best way. I kept thinking about him coming back later tonight. Out of all that gear. Those thick arms bare. 

I slowed my strokes on purpose. Edging myself. I wanted to stay right on the edge until he got here. The dildo sat beside me on the nightstand like a promise. I glanced at it and smiled. By the time ten rolled around, I was going to be more than ready. Hole open and waiting. Body hot and aching. All for him. The thought made my legs shake a little. I kept touching myself slow and deliberately. Waiting. Already counting down the minutes. He was coming back. And I was going to let him do whatever he wanted.

>The Fireman Who Came Back #2

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Everyone is 18+ and the situations are fully consensual.

I came home from the gym later than usual. My body felt pumped in that heavy satisfied way but my head was still back at the weight room. There had been this one guy lifting in the corner. Thick arms that pumped with every rep. A chest that stretched his shirt tight every time he pressed the bar up. I had caught myself staring more than once. The way his muscles moved under his skin had kept me distracted the whole session. By the time I shut my apartment door behind me, my cock was already half hard just from replaying it.

I dropped my gym bag by the door and went straight to the bedroom. The apartment was quiet. Just the low hum of the fridge in the other room. I peeled off my shirt and let it fall. Then my shorts and underwear. My cock stood up stiff against my stomach already leaking at the tip. I was alone and I did not feel like waiting around. The thick dildo was in the nightstand drawer where I always kept it. I pulled it out along with the lube bottle from the drawer and climbed onto the bed.

I lay back against the pillows and spread my legs wide. The cool air touched my skin everywhere. I poured some lube over the head of the toy and worked it down the shaft with my fingers. Then I brought it down between my thighs and pressed the blunt tip against my hole. The pressure built steady and firm. I pushed and felt the head pop inside.

“Aah–fuck,” A low groan left my throat.

It always took a second to adjust to the size but once it did the stretch turned into that deep full feeling I craved. I worked it deeper inch by inch. The way it filled me completely made my toes curl against the sheets. My other hand found my cock and started stroking in slow pulls that matched the rhythm of the toy moving in and out.

I closed my eyes and let my mind go back to the gym. That jacked guy. The way his arms had looked when he racked the weight. Thick and veined and powerful. I imagined him here instead of the toy. His heavy body on top of mine. Those thick arms pinning my wrists above my head while he drove his cock into me with the same steady force.

"Fuck yes," I muttered out loud into the empty room.

"Just like that. Give it to me deep." The words came rough and low. I pushed the dildo deeper and held it there, grinding my hips against it. The pressure against my prostate was intense and perfect. My cock leaked steadily into my fingers as I stroked faster. Sweat broke out across my chest and forehead. The room filled with the wet sounds of the toy working my hole and my own breathing getting heavier. I was getting close. My balls drew up tight. The pleasure built in waves that made my thighs tremble. I kept going… lost in it. The toy sliding in and out with that smooth wet glide that made everything else disappear.

Then the smell changed. Burning plastic. Sharp and chemical and wrong. I opened my eyes and saw thick smoke rising from the floor right beside the bed. The power strip was the problem. All my stuff was plugged into the cheap multiplug strip on the floor and one of the chargers had overheated badly. The plastic was melting and gray smoke poured out in a steady stream. The smoke alarm above the bed went off immediately. Loud piercing beeps filled the room and the space started to haze over fast.

Panic cut straight through the haze of pleasure. I yanked the dildo out in one quick pull. The sudden emptiness made me gasp but there was no time to think about it. I tossed the toy onto the bed and scrambled off the mattress. Still naked and hard as fuck, I ran to the bathroom, grabbed the first towel I saw and wrapped it around my waist.

The smoke was getting thicker. I could taste it in the back of my throat. I bolted out the apartment door and into the hallway while pulling my phone out. My hands shook a little as I called it in. "There is smoke coming from my bedroom. It looks like it is from an overloaded power strip."

The dispatcher said a crew was on the way and to wait outside if it was safe. I stood there in the hall in nothing but the towel feeling the cool air on my skin and my heart hammering. My cock was still half hard from the interrupted session and the towel did little to hide the state I was in. I felt ridiculous and exposed but I stayed put. Better safe than sorry. I kept glancing back at the door wondering if the smoke was really that bad or if I had overreacted. The alarm was still going inside but I did not hear any crackling or see flames. Still I waited.

A few minutes later, the fire truck pulled up outside my apartment. Boots on the stairs. Low voices. Then the crew appeared in the hallway. Several guys in full gear but one stood out right away. He was tall and broad even under all the layers. His chest and arms looked thick and powerful. The turnout pants sat low on his hips and his jacket was open showing a tight blue shirt stretched across his torso. He moved with an easy confidence that made the heavy boots sound deliberate on the floor. The others started asking questions but my eyes kept going back to him. I heard one of them call him Cole. I nodded to the group trying to sound calm. "Sorry guys. It might be nothing but there was a lot of smoke in the bedroom coming from the power strip."

Cole gave me a small smile. His voice was calm and professional. "It’s okay. We’ll have a look."

They moved past me into the apartment. I walked into the living room pacing a little on the hardwood. The towel felt rough against my skin and my cock had finally gone down but I still felt exposed. I could hear them in the bedroom. Drawers opening. Equipment beeping. They were checking everything. The outlet. The melted power strip. The area under the bed and around the nightstand. I tried not to think about what else was in plain sight on the bed or nightstand. The dildo was still there where I had tossed it. Wet and obvious. My face burned at the thought of one of them seeing it but I stayed put and waited.

After what felt like forever, they came back out. One of the older guys spoke. "False alarm. Short circuit in the charger. That power strip is done for. Grab a new one and you should be fine. No damage to the wiring or anything structural. You are good to go."

The crew started packing up and heading for the door. Relief mixed with embarrassment washed over me. I thanked them and watched them leave. But Cole did not follow right away. He stayed back near the bedroom doorway. After the last of the others stepped out into the hall, he walked over to me. His heavy boots made the floor creak. His jacket was still half open and those turnout pants hung low. He reached into his pants and pulled out something.

When I looked, he was holding the dildo in one gloved hand. He held it out to me with a small smirk on his face. "This belong to you? It was sitting right on your bed."

My face went hot instantly. I took it from him fast. The toy was still warm and marked from use. "Oh my god. I must have knocked it off the nightstand when I ran out. I am so sorry about that."

Cole chuckled. The sound was low and cocky. He stepped closer so I could smell the mix of smoke and man on him. "You are lucky I spotted it right away before any of the others came around the other side of the bed. That would have been a fun report to write up."

I wanted to disappear. The towel suddenly felt very small. "This is so embarrassing. I can’t believe this happened."

He did not back off. His eyes stayed on mine and then dropped for a second to the towel before coming back up. His voice dropped lower. "Don’t be embarrassed, man. I’ve seen all kinds of things on calls. But I have to ask. How does something that size even fit? It looks like you were really going for it."

The way he said it was not judgmental. It was curious. Teasing. Almost impressed. I felt the embarrassment shift into something else. Something hotter. I looked right back at him and let a little boldness come through. "You’d be surprised at how much I can take when I am worked up."

Cole did not look away. The air between us changed. Thicker. He reached down with his free hand and adjusted himself right there in front of me. His palm pressed against the front of his turnout pants where a clear bulge had started to form. He gave it a slow squeeze. "Yeah?"

The single word hung in the air. I nodded. Bit my lower lip without meaning to. My own cock was starting to stir again under the towel. We just looked at each other for a long moment. No one spoke. The only sounds were the distant voices of the crew outside and our breathing. His eyes were dark and direct. I could feel the heat coming off his body even through the gear. My heart was beating hard for a completely different reason now.

From the hallway one of the crew called out. "Cole you coming or what? We are heading back."

Cole kept his eyes on me and answered loud and steady. "Yeah. Just finishing one last check in here."

His hand stayed over the front of his pants. His fingers moved in slow gentle strokes while he kept his eyes on me. The bulge under his palm was obvious now. My mouth went dry. The tension in the room felt thick enough to touch.

I swallowed and took the chance before I lost my nerve. "When do you get off work?"

Cole's smirk deepened. His hand did not stop moving. "Ten. Why? You got plans?"

I felt my face grow hot but I held his gaze. "Maybe. Depends if you are free after."

He chuckled low. The sound was all cocky and warm. "I could be. What did you have in mind?"

I glanced at the dildo still in my hand then back at him. "You could come back. Help me finish what I started before everything went to shit."

Cole stepped a little closer. His heavy boot scuffed the floor. "Yeah? That toy looked like it was doing a decent job but I bet I could do better."

My cock twitched under the towel at the words. "You think so?"

"I know so." His voice dropped even lower. "Keep that hole ready. I’ll swing by and we’ll see how much you can really take."

The air between us crackled. I could not look away from the way his hand kept stroking that bulge in slow deliberate motions. It was like he wanted me to see exactly what I was doing to him. My own body responded hard. The towel was doing a shit job of hiding how turned on I was getting all over again.

From the hallway the crew called out again. Something about heading to the truck. Cole finally pulled his hand away from his crotch but the outline was still clear. He gave me one last long look. "Ten. Be ready."

Then he turned and walked out. Heavy boots on the floor. The door clicked shut behind him.

I stood there in the living room for a long minute. The dildo was still wet in my hand. My heart was pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat. The towel was tented bad now and my cock throbbed with every beat. I could still smell him in the air. Smoke and sweat and that raw masculine scent that had my hole clenching on nothing.

I carried the toy back to the bedroom and set it on the nightstand. The sheets were still messed up from earlier. The room smelled like lube and the faint trace of burned plastic. I lay down on the bed and let the towel fall open. My cock stood up stiff against my stomach already leaking at the tip again. I wrapped my fingers around it and stroked slowly.

The image of Cole played on repeat in my head. The way he had looked at me while his hand moved over that bulge. The low rough sound of his voice when he said he would swing by. The cocky smirk that said he knew exactly what he was doing to me. Fuck. I stroked a little faster. My hole felt empty and needy in the best way. I kept thinking about him coming back later tonight. Out of all that gear. Those thick arms bare. 

I slowed my strokes on purpose. Edging myself. I wanted to stay right on the edge until he got here. The dildo sat beside me on the nightstand like a promise. I glanced at it and smiled. By the time ten rolled around, I was going to be more than ready. Hole open and waiting. Body hot and aching. All for him. The thought made my legs shake a little. I kept touching myself slow and deliberately. Waiting. Already counting down the minutes. He was coming back. And I was going to let him do whatever he wanted.

Everyone is 18+ and the situations are fully consensual.

I came home from the gym later than usual. My body felt pumped in that heavy satisfied way but my head was still back at the weight room. There had been this one guy lifting in the corner. Thick arms that pumped with every rep. A chest that stretched his shirt tight every time he pressed the bar up. I had caught myself staring more than once. The way his muscles moved under his skin had kept me distracted the whole session. By the time I shut my apartment door behind me, my cock was already half hard just from replaying it.

I dropped my gym bag by the door and went straight to the bedroom. The apartment was quiet. Just the low hum of the fridge in the other room. I peeled off my shirt and let it fall. Then my shorts and underwear. My cock stood up stiff against my stomach already leaking at the tip. I was alone and I did not feel like waiting around. The thick dildo was in the nightstand drawer where I always kept it. I pulled it out along with the lube bottle from the drawer and climbed onto the bed.

I lay back against the pillows and spread my legs wide. The cool air touched my skin everywhere. I poured some lube over the head of the toy and worked it down the shaft with my fingers. Then I brought it down between my thighs and pressed the blunt tip against my hole. The pressure built steady and firm. I pushed and felt the head pop inside.

“Aah–fuck,” A low groan left my throat.

It always took a second to adjust to the size but once it did the stretch turned into that deep full feeling I craved. I worked it deeper inch by inch. The way it filled me completely made my toes curl against the sheets. My other hand found my cock and started stroking in slow pulls that matched the rhythm of the toy moving in and out.

I closed my eyes and let my mind go back to the gym. That jacked guy. The way his arms had looked when he racked the weight. Thick and veined and powerful. I imagined him here instead of the toy. His heavy body on top of mine. Those thick arms pinning my wrists above my head while he drove his cock into me with the same steady force.

"Fuck yes," I muttered out loud into the empty room.

"Just like that. Give it to me deep." The words came rough and low. I pushed the dildo deeper and held it there, grinding my hips against it. The pressure against my prostate was intense and perfect. My cock leaked steadily into my fingers as I stroked faster. Sweat broke out across my chest and forehead. The room filled with the wet sounds of the toy working my hole and my own breathing getting heavier. I was getting close. My balls drew up tight. The pleasure built in waves that made my thighs tremble. I kept going… lost in it. The toy sliding in and out with that smooth wet glide that made everything else disappear.

Then the smell changed. Burning plastic. Sharp and chemical and wrong. I opened my eyes and saw thick smoke rising from the floor right beside the bed. The power strip was the problem. All my stuff was plugged into the cheap multiplug strip on the floor and one of the chargers had overheated badly. The plastic was melting and gray smoke poured out in a steady stream. The smoke alarm above the bed went off immediately. Loud piercing beeps filled the room and the space started to haze over fast.

Panic cut straight through the haze of pleasure. I yanked the dildo out in one quick pull. The sudden emptiness made me gasp but there was no time to think about it. I tossed the toy onto the bed and scrambled off the mattress. Still naked and hard as fuck, I ran to the bathroom, grabbed the first towel I saw and wrapped it around my waist.

The smoke was getting thicker. I could taste it in the back of my throat. I bolted out the apartment door and into the hallway while pulling my phone out. My hands shook a little as I called it in. "There is smoke coming from my bedroom. It looks like it is from an overloaded power strip."

The dispatcher said a crew was on the way and to wait outside if it was safe. I stood there in the hall in nothing but the towel feeling the cool air on my skin and my heart hammering. My cock was still half hard from the interrupted session and the towel did little to hide the state I was in. I felt ridiculous and exposed but I stayed put. Better safe than sorry. I kept glancing back at the door wondering if the smoke was really that bad or if I had overreacted. The alarm was still going inside but I did not hear any crackling or see flames. Still I waited.

A few minutes later, the fire truck pulled up outside my apartment. Boots on the stairs. Low voices. Then the crew appeared in the hallway. Several guys in full gear but one stood out right away. He was tall and broad even under all the layers. His chest and arms looked thick and powerful. The turnout pants sat low on his hips and his jacket was open showing a tight blue shirt stretched across his torso. He moved with an easy confidence that made the heavy boots sound deliberate on the floor. The others started asking questions but my eyes kept going back to him. I heard one of them call him Cole. I nodded to the group trying to sound calm. "Sorry guys. It might be nothing but there was a lot of smoke in the bedroom coming from the power strip."

Cole gave me a small smile. His voice was calm and professional. "It’s okay. We’ll have a look."

They moved past me into the apartment. I walked into the living room pacing a little on the hardwood. The towel felt rough against my skin and my cock had finally gone down but I still felt exposed. I could hear them in the bedroom. Drawers opening. Equipment beeping. They were checking everything. The outlet. The melted power strip. The area under the bed and around the nightstand. I tried not to think about what else was in plain sight on the bed or nightstand. The dildo was still there where I had tossed it. Wet and obvious. My face burned at the thought of one of them seeing it but I stayed put and waited.

After what felt like forever, they came back out. One of the older guys spoke. "False alarm. Short circuit in the charger. That power strip is done for. Grab a new one and you should be fine. No damage to the wiring or anything structural. You are good to go."

The crew started packing up and heading for the door. Relief mixed with embarrassment washed over me. I thanked them and watched them leave. But Cole did not follow right away. He stayed back near the bedroom doorway. After the last of the others stepped out into the hall, he walked over to me. His heavy boots made the floor creak. His jacket was still half open and those turnout pants hung low. He reached into his pants and pulled out something.

When I looked, he was holding the dildo in one gloved hand. He held it out to me with a small smirk on his face. "This belong to you? It was sitting right on your bed."

My face went hot instantly. I took it from him fast. The toy was still warm and marked from use. "Oh my god. I must have knocked it off the nightstand when I ran out. I am so sorry about that."

Cole chuckled. The sound was low and cocky. He stepped closer so I could smell the mix of smoke and man on him. "You are lucky I spotted it right away before any of the others came around the other side of the bed. That would have been a fun report to write up."

I wanted to disappear. The towel suddenly felt very small. "This is so embarrassing. I can’t believe this happened."

He did not back off. His eyes stayed on mine and then dropped for a second to the towel before coming back up. His voice dropped lower. "Don’t be embarrassed, man. I’ve seen all kinds of things on calls. But I have to ask. How does something that size even fit? It looks like you were really going for it."

The way he said it was not judgmental. It was curious. Teasing. Almost impressed. I felt the embarrassment shift into something else. Something hotter. I looked right back at him and let a little boldness come through. "You’d be surprised at how much I can take when I am worked up."

Cole did not look away. The air between us changed. Thicker. He reached down with his free hand and adjusted himself right there in front of me. His palm pressed against the front of his turnout pants where a clear bulge had started to form. He gave it a slow squeeze. "Yeah?"

The single word hung in the air. I nodded. Bit my lower lip without meaning to. My own cock was starting to stir again under the towel. We just looked at each other for a long moment. No one spoke. The only sounds were the distant voices of the crew outside and our breathing. His eyes were dark and direct. I could feel the heat coming off his body even through the gear. My heart was beating hard for a completely different reason now.

From the hallway one of the crew called out. "Cole you coming or what? We are heading back."

Cole kept his eyes on me and answered loud and steady. "Yeah. Just finishing one last check in here."

His hand stayed over the front of his pants. His fingers moved in slow gentle strokes while he kept his eyes on me. The bulge under his palm was obvious now. My mouth went dry. The tension in the room felt thick enough to touch.

I swallowed and took the chance before I lost my nerve. "When do you get off work?"

Cole's smirk deepened. His hand did not stop moving. "Ten. Why? You got plans?"

I felt my face grow hot but I held his gaze. "Maybe. Depends if you are free after."

He chuckled low. The sound was all cocky and warm. "I could be. What did you have in mind?"

I glanced at the dildo still in my hand then back at him. "You could come back. Help me finish what I started before everything went to shit."

Cole stepped a little closer. His heavy boot scuffed the floor. "Yeah? That toy looked like it was doing a decent job but I bet I could do better."

My cock twitched under the towel at the words. "You think so?"

"I know so." His voice dropped even lower. "Keep that hole ready. I’ll swing by and we’ll see how much you can really take."

The air between us crackled. I could not look away from the way his hand kept stroking that bulge in slow deliberate motions. It was like he wanted me to see exactly what I was doing to him. My own body responded hard. The towel was doing a shit job of hiding how turned on I was getting all over again.

From the hallway the crew called out again. Something about heading to the truck. Cole finally pulled his hand away from his crotch but the outline was still clear. He gave me one last long look. "Ten. Be ready."

Then he turned and walked out. Heavy boots on the floor. The door clicked shut behind him.

I stood there in the living room for a long minute. The dildo was still wet in my hand. My heart was pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat. The towel was tented bad now and my cock throbbed with every beat. I could still smell him in the air. Smoke and sweat and that raw masculine scent that had my hole clenching on nothing.

I carried the toy back to the bedroom and set it on the nightstand. The sheets were still messed up from earlier. The room smelled like lube and the faint trace of burned plastic. I lay down on the bed and let the towel fall open. My cock stood up stiff against my stomach already leaking at the tip again. I wrapped my fingers around it and stroked slowly.

The image of Cole played on repeat in my head. The way he had looked at me while his hand moved over that bulge. The low rough sound of his voice when he said he would swing by. The cocky smirk that said he knew exactly what he was doing to me. Fuck. I stroked a little faster. My hole felt empty and needy in the best way. I kept thinking about him coming back later tonight. Out of all that gear. Those thick arms bare. 

I slowed my strokes on purpose. Edging myself. I wanted to stay right on the edge until he got here. The dildo sat beside me on the nightstand like a promise. I glanced at it and smiled. By the time ten rolled around, I was going to be more than ready. Hole open and waiting. Body hot and aching. All for him. The thought made my legs shake a little. I kept touching myself slow and deliberately. Waiting. Already counting down the minutes. He was coming back. And I was going to let him do whatever he wanted.

Everyone is 18+ and the situations described are fully consensual.

I, Hunter Calloway, the straight jock who had girls chasing him since high school, was standing there rock hard at seven in the morning with my cock pointing straight at my gay best friend like it had a mind of its own.

The last few days had been pure torture. I had been teasing Percy on purpose, holding back, telling myself I could control this thing between us. But the truth was I could not. Every time I looked at him my dick remembered exactly how tight his ass felt wrapped around me. Every time he walked around the room in those tight briefs my balls ached. Football practice had been brutal lately with a big match coming up and all that pent up energy had nowhere to go except straight to my cock. I woke up this morning so hard it actually hurt. I could not wait any longer.

Percy was still half asleep on his bed, lying on his stomach in nothing but a pair of black boxer briefs that had ridden up between his cheeks. The sight of his ass like that, round and smooth and pushed out slightly, made my cock throb painfully. I did not even think about it. I just stood up, kicked my gray underwear off, and walked over to his bed completely naked with my dick leading the way.

“Do you wanna fuck before you head out for classes?,” I asked, voice low and rough.

Percy turned his head on the pillow and looked up at me. His eyes widened for a second, pleasantly surprised, then that familiar cocky smirk spread across his face.

“Damn, jock boy. Can’t even keep your dick in your pants for one morning? You really are addicted now, huh?”

I did not answer with words. I just reached down and wrapped my hand around my cock, giving it one slow stroke while staring at him. Percy laughed softly and rolled onto his back, spreading his legs a little.

“You are so fucking hard today,” he said, eyes dropping to my throbbing dick. “Look at that thing. Leaking already.”

I grabbed a condom from the drawer, tore the packet open with my teeth, and rolled it down my shaft. My hands were steady but my heart was pounding. Percy watched me the whole time, biting his lip.

“Don’t worry,” I said, voice thick. “I need to release some energy.”

Percy laughed again, the sound low and filthy.

“And release some of that cum too, I hope.”

I smiled, but there was no humor in it. I was too horny, too desperate. I grabbed his hips and turned him over onto his stomach, pulling his ass to the edge of the bed. He went willingly, arching his back and popping his ass out toward me like he had been waiting for this. I spread his legs wider with my hands.

“Open up, Perc.”

Percy spread his legs even more, pushing his ass higher. I pulled his black boxer briefs down his legs, exposing his tight pink hole. I poured cold lube right onto it and watched it drip down his crack. My fingers followed, circling his hole, pressing one finger inside, then two, stretching him open while he moaned softly into the pillow.

“You fucking love this, don’t you?,” I said, voice rough as I worked my fingers deeper.

Percy nodded, biting his lip, eyes glinting with pure lust as he looked back at me.

I pulled my fingers out, lined up the head of my cock, and pressed forward. The lubed tip kissed his hole, then slowly pushed inside. The sound was wet and obscene as the head popped past the tight ring.

Percy gasped, mouth falling open. “Mhmmm baby”

I spanked his ass lightly for calling me that name, watching the cheek jiggle under my palm.

Percy laughed breathlessly. “C’mon. Let me pretend we are high school sweethearts for a second.”

I did not answer. I just gripped his hips and started fucking him with slow, deep strokes. The feeling was insane. His ass was so tight it squeezed me like a vice, the heat and pressure almost too much. I watched my cock disappear inside him, the condom glistening every time I pulled back. His hole stretched beautifully around my thickness, gripping me on every thrust.

I started picking up speed, hips snapping forward harder. Percy’s ass rippled with every thrust, the round cheeks bouncing as I drove into him. The wet slapping sounds filled the room. My balls slapped against him with every deep stroke. I was losing myself in it, breathing hard, hands gripping his hips so tight my fingers left marks.

Percy moaned louder, pushing back to meet every thrust.

“Yeah jock boy, use all of your strength…”

I fucked him harder, pounding into that perfect ass. The bed creaked under us. Percy’s moans were getting louder, more desperate. I leaned forward, one hand sliding up to cover his mouth as I railed him.

“Shhh, you’ll wake up the whole dorm…”

My palm pressed firmly over Percy’s mouth as I pounded into him harder. His ass rippled with every brutal thrust, the round cheeks bouncing and jiggling under the force of my hips. The wet slapping sounds filled the small room, loud and filthy, skin meeting skin over and over. I kept my other hand gripping his hip, holding him exactly where I wanted him while I drove my cock deep into that tight heat.

Percy moaned against my palm, the sound muffled but still desperate. His eyes rolled back slightly as he pushed his ass back to meet every stroke. He was loud and slutty, just the way he always got when I fucked him like this. Even with my hand covering his mouth he kept making those needy noises, tongue flicking out to lick my palm, then sucking two of my fingers into his mouth like he could not help himself. Those dark, slutty eyes looked back at me over his shoulder, sparkling with pure lust as he sucked on my fingers and took every inch of my cock.

I was completely lost in it. My hips snapped forward harder, pounding him with long, powerful strokes that made the bed creak under us. I spanked his ass again, watching the cheek jiggle and turn pink under my palm. My fingers dug into his hip possessively as I railed him, pulling him back onto my cock with every thrust.

Percy whimpered around my fingers, sucking harder, eyes never leaving mine. He loved this. He loved being used like this by me. The straight jock who used to swear he would never touch another guy was now balls deep inside his gay best friend, fucking him like he owned that ass.

I groaned low, leaning over his back, my chest pressed against him as I drove deeper.

“Perc… fuck… you feel so good, this morning.”

The words slipped out without thinking. I didn’t even realize I had said them until Percy moaned louder around my fingers, his hole clenching tight around my cock. I spanked him again, harder this time, and kept pounding. The rhythm was relentless now. My balls slapped against him with every deep thrust. Sweat dripped down my chest onto his back. The condom made everything wet, but I could still feel how perfectly his ass gripped me, milking my cock on every pull out.

Percy kept sucking my fingers, tongue swirling, eyes glassy with pleasure. He was loud even with my hand over his mouth, whimpering and moaning like he did not care who heard. I pressed my palm tighter, trying to keep him quiet, but it only seemed to turn him on more. His ass pushed back greedily, taking every inch, begging for more.

I fucked him harder, losing all control. My hips snapped forward with raw power, slamming into him over and over. The sound of skin slapping skin echoed in the room. His ass rippled beautifully with every thrust, the cheeks bouncing as I railed him. I could feel my balls tightening, the pressure building fast and unstoppable.

Percy looked back at me again, eyes pleading, sucking my fingers like they were my cock. He was right on the edge too. I could feel his hole fluttering and clenching around me, trying to pull me even deeper.

I was so close. My cock throbbed inside him, buried to the hilt. One more deep thrust and I would explode.

The dorm room door suddenly opened.

A guy walked in, still talking as he stepped inside. “Hunter… bro the coach is…”

Matty stopped dead in the doorway, eyes wide, the words dying in his throat.

I froze mid-thrust, buried deep inside Percy, heart stopping cold. My cock was still balls deep in my best friend’s ass, the condom stretched tight around my throbbing shaft. Percy was bent over the edge of the bed, ass up, my hand still covering his mouth, his body trembling around me. We were both completely naked, sweaty, and caught in the middle of the most obscene position possible.

Matty stood there staring, mouth open, the door still half open behind him.

“Hunter… what the fuck…”

His voice came out choked, eyes locked on the sight in front of him. Me. Naked. Cock buried inside Percy. Percy bent over, ass spread, my hand over his mouth, both of us frozen in shock.

I couldn’t move nor breathe. My cock was still pulsing inside Percy, right on the edge of coming. Percy’s hole clenched around me involuntarily, the sudden tension making me groan quietly despite everything.

Matty’s eyes flicked from me to Percy, then back to me, wide with disbelief.

The room was completely silent except for our heavy breathing and the faint hum of the fan.

I was still inside him.

And Matty had seen everything.

Everyone is 18+ and the situations described are fully consensual.

I, Hunter Calloway, the straight jock who had girls chasing him since high school, was standing there rock hard at seven in the morning with my cock pointing straight at my gay best friend like it had a mind of its own.

The last few days had been pure torture. I had been teasing Percy on purpose, holding back, telling myself I could control this thing between us. But the truth was I could not. Every time I looked at him my dick remembered exactly how tight his ass felt wrapped around me. Every time he walked around the room in those tight briefs my balls ached. Football practice had been brutal lately with a big match coming up and all that pent up energy had nowhere to go except straight to my cock. I woke up this morning so hard it actually hurt. I could not wait any longer.

Percy was still half asleep on his bed, lying on his stomach in nothing but a pair of black boxer briefs that had ridden up between his cheeks. The sight of his ass like that, round and smooth and pushed out slightly, made my cock throb painfully. I did not even think about it. I just stood up, kicked my gray underwear off, and walked over to his bed completely naked with my dick leading the way.

“Do you wanna fuck before you head out for classes?,” I asked, voice low and rough.

Percy turned his head on the pillow and looked up at me. His eyes widened for a second, pleasantly surprised, then that familiar cocky smirk spread across his face.

“Damn, jock boy. Can’t even keep your dick in your pants for one morning? You really are addicted now, huh?”

I did not answer with words. I just reached down and wrapped my hand around my cock, giving it one slow stroke while staring at him. Percy laughed softly and rolled onto his back, spreading his legs a little.

“You are so fucking hard today,” he said, eyes dropping to my throbbing dick. “Look at that thing. Leaking already.”

I grabbed a condom from the drawer, tore the packet open with my teeth, and rolled it down my shaft. My hands were steady but my heart was pounding. Percy watched me the whole time, biting his lip.

“Don’t worry,” I said, voice thick. “I need to release some energy.”

Percy laughed again, the sound low and filthy.

“And release some of that cum too, I hope.”

I smiled, but there was no humor in it. I was too horny, too desperate. I grabbed his hips and turned him over onto his stomach, pulling his ass to the edge of the bed. He went willingly, arching his back and popping his ass out toward me like he had been waiting for this. I spread his legs wider with my hands.

“Open up, Perc.”

Percy spread his legs even more, pushing his ass higher. I pulled his black boxer briefs down his legs, exposing his tight pink hole. I poured cold lube right onto it and watched it drip down his crack. My fingers followed, circling his hole, pressing one finger inside, then two, stretching him open while he moaned softly into the pillow.

“You fucking love this, don’t you?,” I said, voice rough as I worked my fingers deeper.

Percy nodded, biting his lip, eyes glinting with pure lust as he looked back at me.

I pulled my fingers out, lined up the head of my cock, and pressed forward. The lubed tip kissed his hole, then slowly pushed inside. The sound was wet and obscene as the head popped past the tight ring.

Percy gasped, mouth falling open. “Mhmmm baby”

I spanked his ass lightly for calling me that name, watching the cheek jiggle under my palm.

Percy laughed breathlessly. “C’mon. Let me pretend we are high school sweethearts for a second.”

I did not answer. I just gripped his hips and started fucking him with slow, deep strokes. The feeling was insane. His ass was so tight it squeezed me like a vice, the heat and pressure almost too much. I watched my cock disappear inside him, the condom glistening every time I pulled back. His hole stretched beautifully around my thickness, gripping me on every thrust.

I started picking up speed, hips snapping forward harder. Percy’s ass rippled with every thrust, the round cheeks bouncing as I drove into him. The wet slapping sounds filled the room. My balls slapped against him with every deep stroke. I was losing myself in it, breathing hard, hands gripping his hips so tight my fingers left marks.

Percy moaned louder, pushing back to meet every thrust.

“Yeah jock boy, use all of your strength…”

I fucked him harder, pounding into that perfect ass. The bed creaked under us. Percy’s moans were getting louder, more desperate. I leaned forward, one hand sliding up to cover his mouth as I railed him.

“Shhh, you’ll wake up the whole dorm…”

My palm pressed firmly over Percy’s mouth as I pounded into him harder. His ass rippled with every brutal thrust, the round cheeks bouncing and jiggling under the force of my hips. The wet slapping sounds filled the small room, loud and filthy, skin meeting skin over and over. I kept my other hand gripping his hip, holding him exactly where I wanted him while I drove my cock deep into that tight heat.

Percy moaned against my palm, the sound muffled but still desperate. His eyes rolled back slightly as he pushed his ass back to meet every stroke. He was loud and slutty, just the way he always got when I fucked him like this. Even with my hand covering his mouth he kept making those needy noises, tongue flicking out to lick my palm, then sucking two of my fingers into his mouth like he could not help himself. Those dark, slutty eyes looked back at me over his shoulder, sparkling with pure lust as he sucked on my fingers and took every inch of my cock.

I was completely lost in it. My hips snapped forward harder, pounding him with long, powerful strokes that made the bed creak under us. I spanked his ass again, watching the cheek jiggle and turn pink under my palm. My fingers dug into his hip possessively as I railed him, pulling him back onto my cock with every thrust.

Percy whimpered around my fingers, sucking harder, eyes never leaving mine. He loved this. He loved being used like this by me. The straight jock who used to swear he would never touch another guy was now balls deep inside his gay best friend, fucking him like he owned that ass.

I groaned low, leaning over his back, my chest pressed against him as I drove deeper.

“Perc… fuck… you feel so good, this morning.”

The words slipped out without thinking. I didn’t even realize I had said them until Percy moaned louder around my fingers, his hole clenching tight around my cock. I spanked him again, harder this time, and kept pounding. The rhythm was relentless now. My balls slapped against him with every deep thrust. Sweat dripped down my chest onto his back. The condom made everything wet, but I could still feel how perfectly his ass gripped me, milking my cock on every pull out.

Percy kept sucking my fingers, tongue swirling, eyes glassy with pleasure. He was loud even with my hand over his mouth, whimpering and moaning like he did not care who heard. I pressed my palm tighter, trying to keep him quiet, but it only seemed to turn him on more. His ass pushed back greedily, taking every inch, begging for more.

I fucked him harder, losing all control. My hips snapped forward with raw power, slamming into him over and over. The sound of skin slapping skin echoed in the room. His ass rippled beautifully with every thrust, the cheeks bouncing as I railed him. I could feel my balls tightening, the pressure building fast and unstoppable.

Percy looked back at me again, eyes pleading, sucking my fingers like they were my cock. He was right on the edge too. I could feel his hole fluttering and clenching around me, trying to pull me even deeper.

I was so close. My cock throbbed inside him, buried to the hilt. One more deep thrust and I would explode.

The dorm room door suddenly opened.

A guy walked in, still talking as he stepped inside. “Hunter… bro the coach is…”

Matty stopped dead in the doorway, eyes wide, the words dying in his throat.

I froze mid-thrust, buried deep inside Percy, heart stopping cold. My cock was still balls deep in my best friend’s ass, the condom stretched tight around my throbbing shaft. Percy was bent over the edge of the bed, ass up, my hand still covering his mouth, his body trembling around me. We were both completely naked, sweaty, and caught in the middle of the most obscene position possible.

Matty stood there staring, mouth open, the door still half open behind him.

“Hunter… what the fuck…”

His voice came out choked, eyes locked on the sight in front of him. Me. Naked. Cock buried inside Percy. Percy bent over, ass spread, my hand over his mouth, both of us frozen in shock.

I couldn’t move nor breathe. My cock was still pulsing inside Percy, right on the edge of coming. Percy’s hole clenched around me involuntarily, the sudden tension making me groan quietly despite everything.

Matty’s eyes flicked from me to Percy, then back to me, wide with disbelief.

The room was completely silent except for our heavy breathing and the faint hum of the fan.

I was still inside him.

And Matty had seen everything.

Everyone is 18+ and the situations described are fully consensual.

The day at my girlfriend's house passed in this weird haze of normal couple stuff mixed with her brother Tyler throwing me these loaded little glances every chance he got. Mia’s brother had been looking at my bulge nonstop licking his full wet lips which told me that he might be a good cocksucker. I tried to brush it off but damn the way he stared made my ego swell bigger with every passing hour.

We spent the afternoon out by the pool - Mia and I splashing around and making out heavy while the sun beat down on my bare chest. I kept catching Tyler on the lounge chair across the water, his eyes glued to my wet body, the water running down my abs and soaking into the front of my shorts until the fabric clung tight to the fat outline of my cock. Every time Mia pulled me in for another deep kiss, I felt his stare burning hotter like he was imagining taking her place. I loved it. The thrill of being wanted that bad by another dude right under her nose sent blood rushing straight to my groin and kept me half hard the whole time. We laughed and played it cool but my mind kept flashing back to that morning offer in the living room and how his eyes had begged for a taste of what I was packing.

Later that evening, Mia wanted to cook dinner… so we all hung out in the kitchen together, chopping vegetables and laughing about dumb family stories. Tyler kept brushing past me in the tight space, his slim hip grazing my thigh on purpose every single time. He would mutter a fake ‘Oops sorry, Jake’ but his little smile made it clear he was not sorry at all. Each brush sent a jolt through me and my mind flashed right back to that kitchen island foot tap from the night before and the way his eyes had been locked on mine the entire day like he wanted me to know he was not giving up.

I kept my cool cracking jokes with Mia while my brain replayed how good it felt to have a guy look at me like I was the fucking prize. Six foot four of solid muscle from years of gym and water polo and basketball and here was this slim blonde twink acting like my body was the only thing he could think about. It stroked me deep. Girls had always wanted me but having my girlfriend’s own brother so openly hungry for me felt next level dangerous and hot as hell.

After dinner we settled in for a movie. Mia curled up against my side on the big sectional couch; her head resting right on my chest. Tyler took the other end of the couch legs stretched out so his bare foot ended up resting right against my calf. I did not move it away this time. The movie played on some action flick full of explosions and car chases but my focus was split. Every few minutes Tylers toes would flex and press a little firmer against my skin. It was subtle enough that Mia never noticed but it sent this low electric hum straight to my groin. My cock started to thicken again inside my shorts, growing fuller and heavier with each little touch. I shifted my hips trying to hide the growing outline but Tyler caught it. I saw his eyes flick down in the dim light of the tv screen and that coy smile crept back onto his face while he licked his lips once again.

“Great movie,” he said, voice casual but his eyes stayed low on my lap. “I am loving the way it keeps building up tension right before it explodes.”

Mia yawned big and stretched then got up from the couch. “You boys carry on," she said. “I am going to head upstairs and crash.” She kissed me goodnight soft and sweet on the lips then told us not to stay up too late before she headed upstairs. Tyler and I stayed on the couch pretending to watch the movie but the tension in the room was high, the space suddenly feeling way smaller without her there. He turned to me, legs still stretched out, feet still touching my calf.

“You know I was serious earlier… about wanting tips on building muscle,” he said, voice low and easy. “Maybe you could show me some form tomorrow morning before Mia wakes up. I could learn a thing or two from you.”

I laughed but it came out a little rougher than I meant. “Yeah sure man. I’ll walk you through the basics.”

He nodded but his eyes dropped to my lap again where my cock had not fully softened. The bulge was still there thick and obvious. I did not cover it. Part of me liked the way he openly stared at my cock. I have always known I am hung and my bulge is way too obvious. Girls have told me. Guys have stared in locker rooms. But having this slim blonde twink look at it like he needed it in his mouth right then made my ego swell almost as much as my dick. I spread my legs a fraction wider on purpose letting the shorts ride up my thighs.

I let the silence hang for a beat, then stood up… letting my cock shift heavy in my shorts as I stretched my arms overhead. The hem of my tank top rode up showing the bottom of my abs and that deep v line again. Tyler's eyes followed every inch like he was memorizing me.

“Guess I will see you in the morning for that workout," I said in a casual voice.

He nodded, eyes still glued low. “Yeah. Bright and early.”

I headed upstairs to Mia's room, my cock half hard the whole climb. She was already asleep on her stomach ass looking perfect under the thin sheet. I stripped down to nothing and slid in beside her pulling her close. It felt good to be cuddled up against her warm body. But my mind kept drifting downstairs to Tyler on that couch and the way he had looked at my bulge like it was the only thing he wanted. Sleep did not come easy that night. My cock stayed restless twitching every time I remembered his foot pressing against me or the way his lips had glistened when he licked them. I told myself I was straight. I loved Mia. But the ego rush from her own brother wanting me so bad was already sinking its hooks in deep and I could not shake the feeling that tomorrow morning was going to test every bit of my control.

The next morning, I woke up before Mia. My cock was rock hard again; morning wood at full mast from the dreams I could barely remember. Maybe I dreamed about Mia or maybe about her brother sucking me off. I pulled on my shorts and the same tank top and headed down to the kitchen for water. Tyler was already there in his own loose shorts and t-shirt looking fresh and eager. He handed me a bottle without a word, his eyes dropping straight to the obvious tent in my shorts.

“Ready for that workout?" he asked, voice breathy again.

I smirked and nodded. “Let's do it.”

We moved to the garage. I showed him proper push up form getting down on the floor beside him demonstrating slow and controlled. My tank top rode up my back muscles flexing under the fabric. Tyler watched close then tried it himself. His form was shit but I corrected him, hands on his slim shoulders guiding him down. Each time he lowered his body his ass pushed back a little and I felt that familiar twitch in my groin. After a set, I showed him squats and deadlifts using the light two kilogram dumbbells that were Mias. I spotted him from behind my hands, light on his hips. He squatted deep and when he came up his ass brushed right against the front of my shorts. My cock was fully hard now pressed against him for a split second before I stepped back. Tyler straightened and turned around face flushed.

“Sorry about that,” he said but his smile said he was not sorry at all.

“No problem,” I replied, voice a little rough. “Happens.”

We kept going for another twenty minutes trading exercises, showing him every move and telling him about progressive overload. Every correction, every touch felt charged. My bulge never went down and Tyler never stopped staring. When we finally called it, I was sweating, the tank top stuck to my chest. Tyler was breathing hard too.

“You are a good trainer," he said, wiping his forehead.

“Post workout protein?”

I nodded, grabbing my water bottle. “Yeah. Sounds good.”

We headed upstairs to the kitchen. I was sweating profusely, my tank top soaked through and clinging to every ridge of my abs and chest. We started pouring protein powders into the shaker together. While shaking the protein Tyler accidentally kept the lid open and the entire shake spilled right onto my tank top soaking the front completely.

“Fuck sorry,” Tyler apologized but there was a grin that said he did it on purpose.

“It’s fine man. I didn’t really bring another pair of tanks though. Gotta clean this up.”

Tyler took me straight to the laundry room suggesting that I take off the tank and stay shirtless the entire day. What a smart little gay shit I thought. Already planning to get my clothes off. In the laundry room I took off my tank top and threw it in the machine. Tyler watched every move, his eyes hungry.

“You were sweating too much anyways," he said, voice low.

Then his gaze dropped lower to my shorts. “Your shorts look like they caught some protein too. You should take them off.”

I laughed but my cock gave a heavy throb in my shorts. I knew I should shut this down. I knew Mia deserved better. But the thrill of it, the ego rush of having her own brother so openly hungry for me was already hooking me deep. So instead of being a good boyfriend, my hands reached the waistband of my shorts and I pulled them down.

Tyler smiled… that smirk that said he had finally won. So yeah that is how we got in the laundry room with me standing there in my underwear my cock throbbing hard in my Nike undies and my girlfriend's brother staring right at my bulge like he was ready to drop to his knees and finally get what he had been teasing all weekend.

Everyone is 18+ and the situations described are fully consensual.

The day at my girlfriend's house passed in this weird haze of normal couple stuff mixed with her brother Tyler throwing me these loaded little glances every chance he got. Mia’s brother had been looking at my bulge nonstop licking his full wet lips which told me that he might be a good cocksucker. I tried to brush it off but damn the way he stared made my ego swell bigger with every passing hour.

We spent the afternoon out by the pool - Mia and I splashing around and making out heavy while the sun beat down on my bare chest. I kept catching Tyler on the lounge chair across the water, his eyes glued to my wet body, the water running down my abs and soaking into the front of my shorts until the fabric clung tight to the fat outline of my cock. Every time Mia pulled me in for another deep kiss, I felt his stare burning hotter like he was imagining taking her place. I loved it. The thrill of being wanted that bad by another dude right under her nose sent blood rushing straight to my groin and kept me half hard the whole time. We laughed and played it cool but my mind kept flashing back to that morning offer in the living room and how his eyes had begged for a taste of what I was packing.

Later that evening, Mia wanted to cook dinner… so we all hung out in the kitchen together, chopping vegetables and laughing about dumb family stories. Tyler kept brushing past me in the tight space, his slim hip grazing my thigh on purpose every single time. He would mutter a fake ‘Oops sorry, Jake’ but his little smile made it clear he was not sorry at all. Each brush sent a jolt through me and my mind flashed right back to that kitchen island foot tap from the night before and the way his eyes had been locked on mine the entire day like he wanted me to know he was not giving up.

I kept my cool cracking jokes with Mia while my brain replayed how good it felt to have a guy look at me like I was the fucking prize. Six foot four of solid muscle from years of gym and water polo and basketball and here was this slim blonde twink acting like my body was the only thing he could think about. It stroked me deep. Girls had always wanted me but having my girlfriend’s own brother so openly hungry for me felt next level dangerous and hot as hell.

After dinner we settled in for a movie. Mia curled up against my side on the big sectional couch; her head resting right on my chest. Tyler took the other end of the couch legs stretched out so his bare foot ended up resting right against my calf. I did not move it away this time. The movie played on some action flick full of explosions and car chases but my focus was split. Every few minutes Tylers toes would flex and press a little firmer against my skin. It was subtle enough that Mia never noticed but it sent this low electric hum straight to my groin. My cock started to thicken again inside my shorts, growing fuller and heavier with each little touch. I shifted my hips trying to hide the growing outline but Tyler caught it. I saw his eyes flick down in the dim light of the tv screen and that coy smile crept back onto his face while he licked his lips once again.

“Great movie,” he said, voice casual but his eyes stayed low on my lap. “I am loving the way it keeps building up tension right before it explodes.”

Mia yawned big and stretched then got up from the couch. “You boys carry on," she said. “I am going to head upstairs and crash.” She kissed me goodnight soft and sweet on the lips then told us not to stay up too late before she headed upstairs. Tyler and I stayed on the couch pretending to watch the movie but the tension in the room was high, the space suddenly feeling way smaller without her there. He turned to me, legs still stretched out, feet still touching my calf.

“You know I was serious earlier… about wanting tips on building muscle,” he said, voice low and easy. “Maybe you could show me some form tomorrow morning before Mia wakes up. I could learn a thing or two from you.”

I laughed but it came out a little rougher than I meant. “Yeah sure man. I’ll walk you through the basics.”

He nodded but his eyes dropped to my lap again where my cock had not fully softened. The bulge was still there thick and obvious. I did not cover it. Part of me liked the way he openly stared at my cock. I have always known I am hung and my bulge is way too obvious. Girls have told me. Guys have stared in locker rooms. But having this slim blonde twink look at it like he needed it in his mouth right then made my ego swell almost as much as my dick. I spread my legs a fraction wider on purpose letting the shorts ride up my thighs.

I let the silence hang for a beat, then stood up… letting my cock shift heavy in my shorts as I stretched my arms overhead. The hem of my tank top rode up showing the bottom of my abs and that deep v line again. Tyler's eyes followed every inch like he was memorizing me.

“Guess I will see you in the morning for that workout," I said in a casual voice.

He nodded, eyes still glued low. “Yeah. Bright and early.”

I headed upstairs to Mia's room, my cock half hard the whole climb. She was already asleep on her stomach ass looking perfect under the thin sheet. I stripped down to nothing and slid in beside her pulling her close. It felt good to be cuddled up against her warm body. But my mind kept drifting downstairs to Tyler on that couch and the way he had looked at my bulge like it was the only thing he wanted. Sleep did not come easy that night. My cock stayed restless twitching every time I remembered his foot pressing against me or the way his lips had glistened when he licked them. I told myself I was straight. I loved Mia. But the ego rush from her own brother wanting me so bad was already sinking its hooks in deep and I could not shake the feeling that tomorrow morning was going to test every bit of my control.

The next morning, I woke up before Mia. My cock was rock hard again; morning wood at full mast from the dreams I could barely remember. Maybe I dreamed about Mia or maybe about her brother sucking me off. I pulled on my shorts and the same tank top and headed down to the kitchen for water. Tyler was already there in his own loose shorts and t-shirt looking fresh and eager. He handed me a bottle without a word, his eyes dropping straight to the obvious tent in my shorts.

“Ready for that workout?" he asked, voice breathy again.

I smirked and nodded. “Let's do it.”

We moved to the garage. I showed him proper push up form getting down on the floor beside him demonstrating slow and controlled. My tank top rode up my back muscles flexing under the fabric. Tyler watched close then tried it himself. His form was shit but I corrected him, hands on his slim shoulders guiding him down. Each time he lowered his body his ass pushed back a little and I felt that familiar twitch in my groin. After a set, I showed him squats and deadlifts using the light two kilogram dumbbells that were Mias. I spotted him from behind my hands, light on his hips. He squatted deep and when he came up his ass brushed right against the front of my shorts. My cock was fully hard now pressed against him for a split second before I stepped back. Tyler straightened and turned around face flushed.

“Sorry about that,” he said but his smile said he was not sorry at all.

“No problem,” I replied, voice a little rough. “Happens.”

We kept going for another twenty minutes trading exercises, showing him every move and telling him about progressive overload. Every correction, every touch felt charged. My bulge never went down and Tyler never stopped staring. When we finally called it, I was sweating, the tank top stuck to my chest. Tyler was breathing hard too.

“You are a good trainer," he said, wiping his forehead.

“Post workout protein?”

I nodded, grabbing my water bottle. “Yeah. Sounds good.”

We headed upstairs to the kitchen. I was sweating profusely, my tank top soaked through and clinging to every ridge of my abs and chest. We started pouring protein powders into the shaker together. While shaking the protein Tyler accidentally kept the lid open and the entire shake spilled right onto my tank top soaking the front completely.

“Fuck sorry,” Tyler apologized but there was a grin that said he did it on purpose.

“It’s fine man. I didn’t really bring another pair of tanks though. Gotta clean this up.”

Tyler took me straight to the laundry room suggesting that I take off the tank and stay shirtless the entire day. What a smart little gay shit I thought. Already planning to get my clothes off. In the laundry room I took off my tank top and threw it in the machine. Tyler watched every move, his eyes hungry.

“You were sweating too much anyways," he said, voice low.

Then his gaze dropped lower to my shorts. “Your shorts look like they caught some protein too. You should take them off.”

I laughed but my cock gave a heavy throb in my shorts. I knew I should shut this down. I knew Mia deserved better. But the thrill of it, the ego rush of having her own brother so openly hungry for me was already hooking me deep. So instead of being a good boyfriend, my hands reached the waistband of my shorts and I pulled them down.

Tyler smiled… that smirk that said he had finally won. So yeah that is how we got in the laundry room with me standing there in my underwear my cock throbbing hard in my Nike undies and my girlfriend's brother staring right at my bulge like he was ready to drop to his knees and finally get what he had been teasing all weekend.

Everyone is 18+ and the situations described are fully consensual.

The day at my girlfriend's house passed in this weird haze of normal couple stuff mixed with her brother Tyler throwing me these loaded little glances every chance he got. Mia’s brother had been looking at my bulge nonstop licking his full wet lips which told me that he might be a good cocksucker. I tried to brush it off but damn the way he stared made my ego swell bigger with every passing hour.

We spent the afternoon out by the pool - Mia and I splashing around and making out heavy while the sun beat down on my bare chest. I kept catching Tyler on the lounge chair across the water, his eyes glued to my wet body, the water running down my abs and soaking into the front of my shorts until the fabric clung tight to the fat outline of my cock. Every time Mia pulled me in for another deep kiss, I felt his stare burning hotter like he was imagining taking her place. I loved it. The thrill of being wanted that bad by another dude right under her nose sent blood rushing straight to my groin and kept me half hard the whole time. We laughed and played it cool but my mind kept flashing back to that morning offer in the living room and how his eyes had begged for a taste of what I was packing.

Later that evening, Mia wanted to cook dinner… so we all hung out in the kitchen together, chopping vegetables and laughing about dumb family stories. Tyler kept brushing past me in the tight space, his slim hip grazing my thigh on purpose every single time. He would mutter a fake ‘Oops sorry, Jake’ but his little smile made it clear he was not sorry at all. Each brush sent a jolt through me and my mind flashed right back to that kitchen island foot tap from the night before and the way his eyes had been locked on mine the entire day like he wanted me to know he was not giving up.

I kept my cool cracking jokes with Mia while my brain replayed how good it felt to have a guy look at me like I was the fucking prize. Six foot four of solid muscle from years of gym and water polo and basketball and here was this slim blonde twink acting like my body was the only thing he could think about. It stroked me deep. Girls had always wanted me but having my girlfriend’s own brother so openly hungry for me felt next level dangerous and hot as hell.

After dinner we settled in for a movie. Mia curled up against my side on the big sectional couch; her head resting right on my chest. Tyler took the other end of the couch legs stretched out so his bare foot ended up resting right against my calf. I did not move it away this time. The movie played on some action flick full of explosions and car chases but my focus was split. Every few minutes Tylers toes would flex and press a little firmer against my skin. It was subtle enough that Mia never noticed but it sent this low electric hum straight to my groin. My cock started to thicken again inside my shorts, growing fuller and heavier with each little touch. I shifted my hips trying to hide the growing outline but Tyler caught it. I saw his eyes flick down in the dim light of the tv screen and that coy smile crept back onto his face while he licked his lips once again.

“Great movie,” he said, voice casual but his eyes stayed low on my lap. “I am loving the way it keeps building up tension right before it explodes.”

Mia yawned big and stretched then got up from the couch. “You boys carry on," she said. “I am going to head upstairs and crash.” She kissed me goodnight soft and sweet on the lips then told us not to stay up too late before she headed upstairs. Tyler and I stayed on the couch pretending to watch the movie but the tension in the room was high, the space suddenly feeling way smaller without her there. He turned to me, legs still stretched out, feet still touching my calf.

“You know I was serious earlier… about wanting tips on building muscle,” he said, voice low and easy. “Maybe you could show me some form tomorrow morning before Mia wakes up. I could learn a thing or two from you.”

I laughed but it came out a little rougher than I meant. “Yeah sure man. I’ll walk you through the basics.”

He nodded but his eyes dropped to my lap again where my cock had not fully softened. The bulge was still there thick and obvious. I did not cover it. Part of me liked the way he openly stared at my cock. I have always known I am hung and my bulge is way too obvious. Girls have told me. Guys have stared in locker rooms. But having this slim blonde twink look at it like he needed it in his mouth right then made my ego swell almost as much as my dick. I spread my legs a fraction wider on purpose letting the shorts ride up my thighs.

I let the silence hang for a beat, then stood up… letting my cock shift heavy in my shorts as I stretched my arms overhead. The hem of my tank top rode up showing the bottom of my abs and that deep v line again. Tyler's eyes followed every inch like he was memorizing me.

“Guess I will see you in the morning for that workout," I said in a casual voice.

He nodded, eyes still glued low. “Yeah. Bright and early.”

I headed upstairs to Mia's room, my cock half hard the whole climb. She was already asleep on her stomach ass looking perfect under the thin sheet. I stripped down to nothing and slid in beside her pulling her close. It felt good to be cuddled up against her warm body. But my mind kept drifting downstairs to Tyler on that couch and the way he had looked at my bulge like it was the only thing he wanted. Sleep did not come easy that night. My cock stayed restless twitching every time I remembered his foot pressing against me or the way his lips had glistened when he licked them. I told myself I was straight. I loved Mia. But the ego rush from her own brother wanting me so bad was already sinking its hooks in deep and I could not shake the feeling that tomorrow morning was going to test every bit of my control.

The next morning, I woke up before Mia. My cock was rock hard again; morning wood at full mast from the dreams I could barely remember. Maybe I dreamed about Mia or maybe about her brother sucking me off. I pulled on my shorts and the same tank top and headed down to the kitchen for water. Tyler was already there in his own loose shorts and t-shirt looking fresh and eager. He handed me a bottle without a word, his eyes dropping straight to the obvious tent in my shorts.

“Ready for that workout?" he asked, voice breathy again.

I smirked and nodded. “Let's do it.”

We moved to the garage. I showed him proper push up form getting down on the floor beside him demonstrating slow and controlled. My tank top rode up my back muscles flexing under the fabric. Tyler watched close then tried it himself. His form was shit but I corrected him, hands on his slim shoulders guiding him down. Each time he lowered his body his ass pushed back a little and I felt that familiar twitch in my groin. After a set, I showed him squats and deadlifts using the light two kilogram dumbbells that were Mias. I spotted him from behind my hands, light on his hips. He squatted deep and when he came up his ass brushed right against the front of my shorts. My cock was fully hard now pressed against him for a split second before I stepped back. Tyler straightened and turned around face flushed.

“Sorry about that,” he said but his smile said he was not sorry at all.

“No problem,” I replied, voice a little rough. “Happens.”

We kept going for another twenty minutes trading exercises, showing him every move and telling him about progressive overload. Every correction, every touch felt charged. My bulge never went down and Tyler never stopped staring. When we finally called it, I was sweating, the tank top stuck to my chest. Tyler was breathing hard too.

“You are a good trainer," he said, wiping his forehead.

“Post workout protein?”

I nodded, grabbing my water bottle. “Yeah. Sounds good.”

We headed upstairs to the kitchen. I was sweating profusely, my tank top soaked through and clinging to every ridge of my abs and chest. We started pouring protein powders into the shaker together. While shaking the protein Tyler accidentally kept the lid open and the entire shake spilled right onto my tank top soaking the front completely.

“Fuck sorry,” Tyler apologized but there was a grin that said he did it on purpose.

“It’s fine man. I didn’t really bring another pair of tanks though. Gotta clean this up.”

Tyler took me straight to the laundry room suggesting that I take off the tank and stay shirtless the entire day. What a smart little gay shit I thought. Already planning to get my clothes off. In the laundry room I took off my tank top and threw it in the machine. Tyler watched every move, his eyes hungry.

“You were sweating too much anyways," he said, voice low.

Then his gaze dropped lower to my shorts. “Your shorts look like they caught some protein too. You should take them off.”

I laughed but my cock gave a heavy throb in my shorts. I knew I should shut this down. I knew Mia deserved better. But the thrill of it, the ego rush of having her own brother so openly hungry for me was already hooking me deep. So instead of being a good boyfriend, my hands reached the waistband of my shorts and I pulled them down.

Tyler smiled… that smirk that said he had finally won. So yeah that is how we got in the laundry room with me standing there in my underwear my cock throbbing hard in my Nike undies and my girlfriend's brother staring right at my bulge like he was ready to drop to his knees and finally get what he had been teasing all weekend.

All characters are 18+ and all things are consensual

The party was loud and crowded when I walked through the door. I had not wanted to come but my friend insisted it would help me move on from my ex girlfriend Lila. He had no idea how far I had already moved on or why.

We broke up three months ago. The story we told everyone was that we grew apart after two years together. The real story was that I had started cheating on her with guys I met on Grindr. It began with curiosity one lonely night. Then it became something I could not control. I sucked cock in parked cars. I let strangers fuck me in their apartments. I got on my knees and took loads down my throat. I bent over and let them stretch my hole until I was leaking their cum for hours after. I told myself it was just physical. But every time a strong dominant guy used me I felt something click into place. I liked the way they took control. I liked the dirty talk. I liked how my body responded when a real man railed me.

Lila never knew. Or at least I hoped she didn’t. She had her own issues that made it easier to justify what I was doing. She never paid for anything. Not dinners. Not drinks. Not even her own share when we went out with friends. It all went on my card while she complained that I did not make enough money. She hated my friends. Called them losers who were holding me back. She bitched about everyone close to me. My family. My coworkers. Anyone who was not her. Most of all she hated that I was not jacked like the boyfriends her girlfriends had. She forced me to join the gym. Dragged me there and stood over me while I lifted. Told me I needed to look like a real man if I wanted to keep her. I went along with it because fighting back was too much work. But part of me always wondered if she was already fucking those muscled guys behind my back. I never asked. I could not. Not when I was sneaking off to meet guys who looked exactly like them.

The front door opened and she walked in. Lila. With her arm hooked around a man like she owned the place. She spotted me right away with that smirk spreading across her face. The one she wore when she had something to show off. She pulled him through the crowd straight toward me.

"Alex," she said when they reached the table. Her voice was light but I knew every edge in it. "Didn't expect to see you here tonight."

I kept my face straight. "Hey Lila. Yeah. Tagged along with some friends."

She turned to the tall guy beside her and smiled wider. "Logan, this is Alex. My ex. Alex this is Logan. My boyfriend."

Logan nodded once and stuck out his hand. "Hey man. Nice to meet you."

His voice was deep and even. I took his hand and the grip was firm and warm. Our eyes met and held for a second longer than two strangers meeting should need. I felt it in my chest. Dark eyes. Steady. I let go first.

I looked back at Lila. "Looks like you finally got yourself a jacked boyfriend."

She laughed short and sarcastic before stepping in closer to him and laying her hand flat on his chest with fingers spread over the tight white t-shirt. It was flirty and she was clearly showing him off. "Yeah I did. Met him at the gym actually. He was spotting me one day and we just clicked. One thing led to another and here we are."

Logan gave a small chuckle that came easy. "Gym has a way of bringing people together. Keeps you on track too."

The silence stretched a beat and I could feel her watching me while she waited. She had always wanted exactly this. Back when we were together she complained nonstop. She said I never hit the gym hard enough and that her friends all had hot jacked boyfriends while I stayed average and skinny.

Logan broke the quiet. "So what do you do Alex?"

We talked for a few minutes about normal stuff. I said marketing and he said finance while Lila kept chiming in and touching his arm every time she spoke. She laughed too loud at his short answers and her hand stayed on him touching his shoulder, chest and back as she showed him off like a prize she had won. I answered when he asked and kept it light but every time our eyes caught they stayed and held. He smiled a little with nothing pushy about it. Just there and lingering.

Lila steered it back to us. "So how have you been since we split Alex? Still running with the same people?"

I shrugged. "Yeah. Staying busy."

She smirked again. "Good. Good for you."

I could not stand much more of the way she kept touching him or the way he stood there solid and calm or the repeated eye contact that made heat crawl up my neck.

"I should find my friend," I said. "Nice meeting you Logan."

He nodded. "You too man. Take care."

Lila just kept that satisfied smile. "See you around Alex."

I did not reply to her and simply turned and walked out of the room. My heart was beating too fast and I could still feel his eyes on my back until I reached the hallway.

Instead of staying I went back home.

The drive home was quiet while my mind kept looping over every detail from the meeting. I could still picture the white t-shirt stretched tight across his chest on his six foot two frame with jeans sitting low on his hips and that slight bulge at the front. The firm handshake lingered along with the way our eyes had locked and stayed those extra seconds. On the surface, the talk had been normal but there was something else underneath it all.

I parked outside my building and rushed up the stairs. I unlocked the door and kicked it shut without bothering with the lights. I yanked my t-shirt over my head and kicked off my shoes before shoving my jeans and underwear down in one motion. My cock was already rock hard from thinking about Logan the entire drive back.

I walked naked into the bedroom and dropped onto the bed. The sheets felt cool against my back as I closed my eyes and let everything from the party come flooding back into my mind.

I pictured him standing there in that tight white t-shirt and the way it clung to his body while stretching across his broad chest. The dark shape of his nipple pressed visible through the thin fabric and how the material tightened over his stomach made every ridge of his abs stand out sharp and defined. In my head I peeled that t-shirt off him to reveal the full chest with hard pecs and dark nipples before the stomach appeared cut deep with clear ridges and the sharp v lines on his hips leading down.

My hand wrapped around my cock and I started stroking slowly from base to head while spreading the precum with my thumb. I thought about the handshake again and his big hand gripping mine — strong and sure. I pictured him alone with me…grabbing the front of my shirt to pull me into a quiet room. The door clicked shut as he pushed me back against it and his mouth came down on mine hard with his tongue pushing in deep. His hands slid down to grab my ass and squeeze tight while pulling me forward so I felt the hard line of him through his jeans.

I stroked faster with my fist sliding steadily and kept my eyes closed seeing only him in my head. He stepped back and lifted his t-shirt over his head with the fabric rising slowly to show the tanned skin inch by inch. His broad chest appeared with firm pecs and dark nipples followed by the stomach tight with deep ridges. Then his jeans opened and dropped to the floor as his cock came free thick and heavy hanging long between his legs with the head full and smooth and the shaft thick with veins. Below it his balls hung low and heavy swinging slightly as he moved closer.

I kept stroking faster now with my grip tight and twisting a little at the top on every upstroke. I imagined him pressing that muscular body against mine with skin hot and muscles hard while the weight of his cock rested against my thigh. He turned me around and bent me forward as the blunt pressure pushed his cock inside me with a slow stretch and deep fullness before the thrusts started steady at first then grew harder. The slap of skin filled the air and my own cock bounced untouched while leaking onto whatever surface we were on. I could almost feel the way his low hanging balls would slap against me with every push.

“Shit. Fuck yes”, I moaned as I kept stroking to the memory of Logan.

My breathing turned rough and my hand moved quick and steady on my cock as the tension built tight in my balls. I was getting close with my eyes squeezed shut and seeing only his naked body in my mind muscular and sweaty in my imagination as he took what he wanted and fucked like a real man would.

I reached over with my free hand and grabbed my phone off the nightstand while still stroking. I unlocked it and opened Instagram… then went to Lila's profile and scrolled down to her following list. I typed his name and found the account before clicking it.

His profile loaded with rows of pictures showing gym shots of him in tank tops lifting and smiling. Then I scrolled lower and shirtless pictures appeared.

One showed him standing in front of a gym mirror fresh after a workout with sweat still shining on his skin. His chest looked broad and pumped with abs tight and deep ridges while his arms were slightly raised and his nipples dark. A thin trail of hair ran down from his navel into the low waistband of his shorts that sat low on his hips with the bulge thick and heavy even soft and a clear outline of the shaft and head visible.

Another photo was a side angle of him posing with one arm flexed and muscles standing sharp as sweat ran in a line down between his pecs and over the abs with the v lines deep and shadowed. His cock was outlined long and substantial in the thin shorts material hanging heavy to one side.

I stared at the photos and zoomed in on the second one…. taking in the body and the sweat catching the light along with the way everything looked hard and real. My hand moved faster on my cock as I kept looking and swiped to another shirtless shot of him bent slightly in the mirror with back muscles rippling and his ass filling out the shorts before it flipped to the front again with the full torso on display. His nipples stood out and the happy trail led down with the thick outline in the shorts even more obvious now.

I stroked harder with my eyes locked on the screen and on his shirtless body… the muscles, the sweat and the promise of that thick cock I could see outlined. I imagined it hard now pushing deep into me with the low hanging balls slapping and the heat of him on top of me. My fist flew up and down my shaft and the pressure built fast. My cock throbbed in my grip. I was right on the edge staring at his pictures and jerking off to the real thing on my screen.

My phone vibrated hard in my hand as a new notification slid down from the top.

It was an Instagram message from Logan.

I stopped mid stroke with my heart slamming against my ribs. My thumb tapped it open without thinking and the message loaded.

“Yoo. You are Lila's ex right. “

“Alex?”

Fuck.

My mind went straight to panic.

Had I accidentally liked one of his pictures when I zoomed in? These apps do that sometimes. What if he got a notification that I was on his profile right now? What was he going to think? That I was some weird ex creeping on his photos? That I was into him? Which I was. But he didn’t need to know that. Especially not while I was naked in bed with my cock still hard in my hand staring at his shirtless body.

My cock throbbed once against my stomach still leaking.

What the hell was I supposed to do now?

~

Everyone is 18+ and the situations described are fully consensual.

I, Hunter Calloway, the straight jock who girls chase, am now on my knees naked with my gay best friend’s cock inches away from my face.

The thought hit me so hard, I almost laughed out loud from pure disbelief. My black tank top and gray sweatpants lay crumpled on the floor beside me. My cock stood rock hard, curving upward, the head shiny with precum that kept leaking out in slow, thick drops. My balls felt heavy and tight. And right in front of me, Percy’s cock hovered, hard and flushed, five and a half inches of thick, slightly curved meat with a glistening bead of precum sitting right at the slit.

I hesitated.

My hands rested on my thighs, fingers digging into the muscle like I needed to anchor myself. This was insane. I had never sucked a dick in my life. Never even thought about it until a few weeks ago when Percy moved in and started walking around in those tight briefs. Now here I was, naked on my knees, staring at my gay best friend’s cock like it was the only thing that existed in the world.

Percy stood patiently in front of me, one hand lightly stroking the base of his cock, the other hanging loose at his side. He looked down at me with that slow, knowing smile that always made my stomach flip.

“Go on, Huntz,” he said softly. “If you won’t not suck it, I have a date who wouldn’t mind—”

Before he could finish the sentence, I leaned forward and licked the head.

The taste hit me instantly. Salty. Warm. A little musky. Percy’s precum coated my tongue, slick and slightly sweet underneath the salt. I licked again, slower this time, dragging the flat of my tongue across the sensitive head, collecting every drop. Percy let out a quiet breath, his cock twitching under my tongue.

He smiled wider and picked up his phone with his free hand, thumb already moving across the screen.

“How does it taste?” he asked, voice low and amused.

I looked up at him, lips still hovering near the head of his cock.

“Salty as fuck.”

Percy laughed softly, the sound warm and genuine. He kept typing on his phone for a couple of seconds, then tossed it onto his bed without looking.

“Done. Date cancelled.”

He looked down at me again, patient but teasing, eyes dark with heat.

“Take your time, Huntz… no rush. I am not going anywhere tonight.”

I swallowed hard, heart hammering. Then I opened my mouth and took just the tip inside.

The heat was immediate. Warm, wet, silky. Percy’s cock filled my mouth more than I expected, the head pressing against my tongue, the slight curve making it feel even thicker. I sucked gently, swirling my tongue around the head the way girls had done to me before. The taste was stronger now, salty and masculine, but it was not bad. It was… good. Really fucking good.

Percy moaned softly above me.

“Fuck, your mouth feels good… deeper, baby.”

The praise went straight to my cock. I took more of him, sliding my lips further down his shaft until half his cock was in my mouth. I bobbed slowly, getting used to the weight and the stretch of my jaw. My hand came up instinctively and wrapped around the base, stroking what I could not fit. I started moving faster, sucking harder, my tongue pressing along the underside.

Percy groaned, his hand sliding into my hair.

“That’s it, jock boy… think of it as training your throat muscles.”

I moaned around his cock, the vibration making him twitch in my mouth. I was getting into it despite myself. My head bobbed faster, cheeks hollowing as I sucked him deeper. I gagged a little when he hit the back of my throat, but I did not pull off. I pushed through it, eyes watering, spit dripping down my chin.

Percy’s fingers tightened gently in my hair, guiding me. The guidance slowly turned firmer as I took him deeper, my nose getting closer to his pubes with every bob.

My free hand moved on its own. I reached around and grabbed Percy’s round ass from behind, fingers digging into the firm, smooth flesh to hold on. The moment I touched it, a fresh surge of heat shot through me. His ass felt even better than I remembered from the massage — warm, round, and so fucking perfect. I squeezed harder, pulling him deeper into my mouth as I deepthroated him once.

I gagged hard and pulled off with a wet pop, gasping for air, strings of spit connecting my lips to his glistening cock.

Percy looked down at me, breathing heavier, eyes dark with lust.

“Looks like you are enjoying this…”

I looked up at him from my knees, completely naked, my cock rock hard and leaking onto the floor. Both my hands dug into his ass from behind, fingers sinking into the firm, round cheeks. They felt even better than I had imagined — warm, smooth, and so fucking full.

I gave a sarcastic little smirk, trying to sound like my usual jock self even though my voice came out rough.

“Yeah, well… I have to make sure you don’t start texting a new guy.”

Percy laughed softly, the sound low and filthy. Before he could say anything else, I turned him around by the hips. He went willingly, bending over the edge of his bed and arching his back like he had done it a hundred times. He popped his ass out toward me, presenting it perfectly. The position made his bubble butt look even rounder, the cheeks spreading just enough to tease what was between them.

This was the same fucking ass that had been keeping me awake all these nights.

I gasped, a low moan slipping out before I could stop it.

“Hmmm… fuck, Percy…”

He reached back with both hands and spread his cheeks wide, showing me everything. The deep cleft opened to reveal his tight, pink hole, slightly flushed and twitching under my stare. It was smooth, delicate, and so fucking inviting that my mouth watered.

Percy looked back over his shoulder, voice husky and teasing.

“Is it better up close… Jason?”

He laughed softly at his own joke, but I barely heard it. I was completely mesmerized. My cock leaked a fat drop of precum onto the floor. This was the ass I had been fantasizing about for weeks. The one I had jerked off to in the shower, in my bed, even got hard at the gym thinking about. And now it was right here, spread open for me.

Percy wiggled his hips slightly.

“Go on, Huntz. Taste it.”

My hands were already moving, reaching for those perfect cheeks before my brain could catch up. I dug both hands into his ass, squeezing the firm flesh, spreading him wider. The cheeks were so round and plush they spilled between my fingers. I played with them for a moment, kneading, pulling them apart, watching his tight pink hole wink at me with every movement. Then I leaned in, buried my face between his cheeks, and dragged my tongue slowly over his hole.

The first taste was warm, slightly musky, and surprisingly clean with a faint hint of his body wash. I licked again, broader this time, flattening my tongue against his hole and dragging it from bottom to top. Percy whimpered the moment my tongue slid across him, his whole body shuddering.

“Shit…” I muttered against his skin, the word muffled.

I was fucking lost in it.

I licked harder, circling his hole, pressing the tip of my tongue against the tight ring and trying to push inside. Percy’s ass shook as he pushed back against my face, smothering me between those perfect cheeks. Every time I licked deeper his cock twitched hard between his legs, leaking precum onto the sheets.

I had never been this hard in my entire fucking life. A chick’s ass had never made me drop to my knees like this, but fuck… look at that pretty little tight fucking hole. It’s fuckin’ perfect.

I dug back in, kissing his cheeks, licking all over the smooth skin, then returning to his hole like I was addicted. I held him by the thighs, fingers digging in as I buried my face deeper, tongue fucking him with messy, hungry strokes.

“Damn, Perc… this butt’s fucking lethal,” I groaned between licks.

Percy laughed breathlessly and twerked his ass on my face, the cheeks jiggling against my cheeks and nose.

“Yeah? Then stop teasing and eat it like you mean it, jock boy. I have been waiting weeks for you to stop pretending.”

I moaned into his ass and kept going, licking faster, sucking lightly on his hole, completely drunk on the taste and the way he was pushing back against my tongue. I was so far gone I barely heard him when he spoke again.

“You are fucking hungry, jock boy…”

I finally pulled off, gasping for air, spit dripping from my chin and from his now glistening hole all the way down his balls. I stared at it, mesmerized by how wet and open it looked from my tongue.

“Fuck… bro…” I breathed, voice wrecked.

I stood up slowly, legs shaky, and looked down at Percy bent over his bed, ass still pushed out, waiting. My cock was twitching up and down on its own, harder than I had ever been in my life. The head was dark and angry, leaking nonstop. I took in the moment — my best friend bent over for me, hole shiny with my spit, body trembling with need.

Fuck it. Enough holding back, Huntz. I thought to myself.

I spanked his ass lightly, watching the cheek ripple and jiggle under my palm. “Got some lube?”

Percy looked back over his shoulder with a devilish grin. He slowly stood up straight, turned to face me, and stepped closer until our cocks brushed together.

“You are not chicken after all…”

The words sent a fresh surge of heat through me. I was done pretending.

With an ass like that, there was no way I could pretend anymore.

Everyone is 18+ and the situations described are fully consensual.

I, Hunter Calloway, the straight jock who girls chase, am now on my knees naked with my gay best friend’s cock inches away from my face.

The thought hit me so hard, I almost laughed out loud from pure disbelief. My black tank top and gray sweatpants lay crumpled on the floor beside me. My cock stood rock hard, curving upward, the head shiny with precum that kept leaking out in slow, thick drops. My balls felt heavy and tight. And right in front of me, Percy’s cock hovered, hard and flushed, five and a half inches of thick, slightly curved meat with a glistening bead of precum sitting right at the slit.

I hesitated.

My hands rested on my thighs, fingers digging into the muscle like I needed to anchor myself. This was insane. I had never sucked a dick in my life. Never even thought about it until a few weeks ago when Percy moved in and started walking around in those tight briefs. Now here I was, naked on my knees, staring at my gay best friend’s cock like it was the only thing that existed in the world.

Percy stood patiently in front of me, one hand lightly stroking the base of his cock, the other hanging loose at his side. He looked down at me with that slow, knowing smile that always made my stomach flip.

“Go on, Huntz,” he said softly. “If you won’t not suck it, I have a date who wouldn’t mind—”

Before he could finish the sentence, I leaned forward and licked the head.

The taste hit me instantly. Salty. Warm. A little musky. Percy’s precum coated my tongue, slick and slightly sweet underneath the salt. I licked again, slower this time, dragging the flat of my tongue across the sensitive head, collecting every drop. Percy let out a quiet breath, his cock twitching under my tongue.

He smiled wider and picked up his phone with his free hand, thumb already moving across the screen.

“How does it taste?” he asked, voice low and amused.

I looked up at him, lips still hovering near the head of his cock.

“Salty as fuck.”

Percy laughed softly, the sound warm and genuine. He kept typing on his phone for a couple of seconds, then tossed it onto his bed without looking.

“Done. Date cancelled.”

He looked down at me again, patient but teasing, eyes dark with heat.

“Take your time, Huntz… no rush. I am not going anywhere tonight.”

I swallowed hard, heart hammering. Then I opened my mouth and took just the tip inside.

The heat was immediate. Warm, wet, silky. Percy’s cock filled my mouth more than I expected, the head pressing against my tongue, the slight curve making it feel even thicker. I sucked gently, swirling my tongue around the head the way girls had done to me before. The taste was stronger now, salty and masculine, but it was not bad. It was… good. Really fucking good.

Percy moaned softly above me.

“Fuck, your mouth feels good… deeper, baby.”

The praise went straight to my cock. I took more of him, sliding my lips further down his shaft until half his cock was in my mouth. I bobbed slowly, getting used to the weight and the stretch of my jaw. My hand came up instinctively and wrapped around the base, stroking what I could not fit. I started moving faster, sucking harder, my tongue pressing along the underside.

Percy groaned, his hand sliding into my hair.

“That’s it, jock boy… think of it as training your throat muscles.”

I moaned around his cock, the vibration making him twitch in my mouth. I was getting into it despite myself. My head bobbed faster, cheeks hollowing as I sucked him deeper. I gagged a little when he hit the back of my throat, but I did not pull off. I pushed through it, eyes watering, spit dripping down my chin.

Percy’s fingers tightened gently in my hair, guiding me. The guidance slowly turned firmer as I took him deeper, my nose getting closer to his pubes with every bob.

My free hand moved on its own. I reached around and grabbed Percy’s round ass from behind, fingers digging into the firm, smooth flesh to hold on. The moment I touched it, a fresh surge of heat shot through me. His ass felt even better than I remembered from the massage — warm, round, and so fucking perfect. I squeezed harder, pulling him deeper into my mouth as I deepthroated him once.

I gagged hard and pulled off with a wet pop, gasping for air, strings of spit connecting my lips to his glistening cock.

Percy looked down at me, breathing heavier, eyes dark with lust.

“Looks like you are enjoying this…”

I looked up at him from my knees, completely naked, my cock rock hard and leaking onto the floor. Both my hands dug into his ass from behind, fingers sinking into the firm, round cheeks. They felt even better than I had imagined — warm, smooth, and so fucking full.

I gave a sarcastic little smirk, trying to sound like my usual jock self even though my voice came out rough.

“Yeah, well… I have to make sure you don’t start texting a new guy.”

Percy laughed softly, the sound low and filthy. Before he could say anything else, I turned him around by the hips. He went willingly, bending over the edge of his bed and arching his back like he had done it a hundred times. He popped his ass out toward me, presenting it perfectly. The position made his bubble butt look even rounder, the cheeks spreading just enough to tease what was between them.

This was the same fucking ass that had been keeping me awake all these nights.

I gasped, a low moan slipping out before I could stop it.

“Hmmm… fuck, Percy…”

He reached back with both hands and spread his cheeks wide, showing me everything. The deep cleft opened to reveal his tight, pink hole, slightly flushed and twitching under my stare. It was smooth, delicate, and so fucking inviting that my mouth watered.

Percy looked back over his shoulder, voice husky and teasing.

“Is it better up close… Jason?”

He laughed softly at his own joke, but I barely heard it. I was completely mesmerized. My cock leaked a fat drop of precum onto the floor. This was the ass I had been fantasizing about for weeks. The one I had jerked off to in the shower, in my bed, even got hard at the gym thinking about. And now it was right here, spread open for me.

Percy wiggled his hips slightly.

“Go on, Huntz. Taste it.”

My hands were already moving, reaching for those perfect cheeks before my brain could catch up. I dug both hands into his ass, squeezing the firm flesh, spreading him wider. The cheeks were so round and plush they spilled between my fingers. I played with them for a moment, kneading, pulling them apart, watching his tight pink hole wink at me with every movement. Then I leaned in, buried my face between his cheeks, and dragged my tongue slowly over his hole.

The first taste was warm, slightly musky, and surprisingly clean with a faint hint of his body wash. I licked again, broader this time, flattening my tongue against his hole and dragging it from bottom to top. Percy whimpered the moment my tongue slid across him, his whole body shuddering.

“Shit…” I muttered against his skin, the word muffled.

I was fucking lost in it.

I licked harder, circling his hole, pressing the tip of my tongue against the tight ring and trying to push inside. Percy’s ass shook as he pushed back against my face, smothering me between those perfect cheeks. Every time I licked deeper his cock twitched hard between his legs, leaking precum onto the sheets.

I had never been this hard in my entire fucking life. A chick’s ass had never made me drop to my knees like this, but fuck… look at that pretty little tight fucking hole. It’s fuckin’ perfect.

I dug back in, kissing his cheeks, licking all over the smooth skin, then returning to his hole like I was addicted. I held him by the thighs, fingers digging in as I buried my face deeper, tongue fucking him with messy, hungry strokes.

“Damn, Perc… this butt’s fucking lethal,” I groaned between licks.

Percy laughed breathlessly and twerked his ass on my face, the cheeks jiggling against my cheeks and nose.

“Yeah? Then stop teasing and eat it like you mean it, jock boy. I have been waiting weeks for you to stop pretending.”

I moaned into his ass and kept going, licking faster, sucking lightly on his hole, completely drunk on the taste and the way he was pushing back against my tongue. I was so far gone I barely heard him when he spoke again.

“You are fucking hungry, jock boy…”

I finally pulled off, gasping for air, spit dripping from my chin and from his now glistening hole all the way down his balls. I stared at it, mesmerized by how wet and open it looked from my tongue.

“Fuck… bro…” I breathed, voice wrecked.

I stood up slowly, legs shaky, and looked down at Percy bent over his bed, ass still pushed out, waiting. My cock was twitching up and down on its own, harder than I had ever been in my life. The head was dark and angry, leaking nonstop. I took in the moment — my best friend bent over for me, hole shiny with my spit, body trembling with need.

Fuck it. Enough holding back, Huntz. I thought to myself.

I spanked his ass lightly, watching the cheek ripple and jiggle under my palm. “Got some lube?”

Percy looked back over his shoulder with a devilish grin. He slowly stood up straight, turned to face me, and stepped closer until our cocks brushed together.

“You are not chicken after all…”

The words sent a fresh surge of heat through me. I was done pretending.

With an ass like that, there was no way I could pretend anymore.

Everyone is 18+ and the situations are fully consensual.

The party was loud and crowded when I walked through the door. I had not wanted to come but my friend insisted it would help me move on from my ex girlfriend Lila. He had no idea how far I had already moved on or why.

We broke up three months ago. The story we told everyone was that we grew apart after two years together. The real story was that I had started cheating on her with guys I met on Grindr. It began with curiosity one lonely night. Then it became something I could not control. I sucked cock in parked cars. I let strangers fuck me in their apartments. I got on my knees and took loads down my throat. I bent over and let them stretch my hole until I was leaking their cum for hours after. I told myself it was just physical. But every time a strong dominant guy used me I felt something click into place. I liked the way they took control. I liked the dirty talk. I liked how my body responded when a real man railed me.

Lila never knew. Or at least I hoped she didn’t. She had her own issues that made it easier to justify what I was doing. She never paid for anything. Not dinners. Not drinks. Not even her own share when we went out with friends. It all went on my card while she complained that I did not make enough money. She hated my friends. Called them losers who were holding me back. She bitched about everyone close to me. My family. My coworkers. Anyone who was not her. Most of all she hated that I was not jacked like the boyfriends her girlfriends had. She forced me to join the gym. Dragged me there and stood over me while I lifted. Told me I needed to look like a real man if I wanted to keep her. I went along with it because fighting back was too much work. But part of me always wondered if she was already fucking those muscled guys behind my back. I never asked. I could not. Not when I was sneaking off to meet guys who looked exactly like them.

The front door opened and she walked in. Lila. With her arm hooked around a man like she owned the place. She spotted me right away with that smirk spreading across her face. The one she wore when she had something to show off. She pulled him through the crowd straight toward me.

"Alex," she said when they reached the table. Her voice was light but I knew every edge in it. "Didn't expect to see you here tonight."

I kept my face straight. "Hey Lila. Yeah. Tagged along with some friends."

She turned to the tall guy beside her and smiled wider. "Logan, this is Alex. My ex. Alex this is Logan. My boyfriend."

Logan nodded once and stuck out his hand. "Hey man. Nice to meet you."

His voice was deep and even. I took his hand and the grip was firm and warm. Our eyes met and held for a second longer than two strangers meeting should need. I felt it in my chest. Dark eyes. Steady. I let go first.

I looked back at Lila. "Looks like you finally got yourself a jacked boyfriend."

She laughed short and sarcastic before stepping in closer to him and laying her hand flat on his chest with fingers spread over the tight white t-shirt. It was flirty and she was clearly showing him off. "Yeah I did. Met him at the gym actually. He was spotting me one day and we just clicked. One thing led to another and here we are."

Logan gave a small chuckle that came easy. "Gym has a way of bringing people together. Keeps you on track too."

The silence stretched a beat and I could feel her watching me while she waited. She had always wanted exactly this. Back when we were together she complained nonstop. She said I never hit the gym hard enough and that her friends all had hot jacked boyfriends while I stayed average and skinny.

Logan broke the quiet. "So what do you do Alex?"

We talked for a few minutes about normal stuff. I said marketing and he said finance while Lila kept chiming in and touching his arm every time she spoke. She laughed too loud at his short answers and her hand stayed on him touching his shoulder, chest and back as she showed him off like a prize she had won. I answered when he asked and kept it light but every time our eyes caught they stayed and held. He smiled a little with nothing pushy about it. Just there and lingering.

Lila steered it back to us. "So how have you been since we split Alex? Still running with the same people?"

I shrugged. "Yeah. Staying busy."

She smirked again. "Good. Good for you."

I could not stand much more of the way she kept touching him or the way he stood there solid and calm or the repeated eye contact that made heat crawl up my neck.

"I should find my friend," I said. "Nice meeting you Logan."

He nodded. "You too man. Take care."

Lila just kept that satisfied smile. "See you around Alex."

I did not reply to her and simply turned and walked out of the room. My heart was beating too fast and I could still feel his eyes on my back until I reached the hallway.

Instead of staying I went back home.

The drive home was quiet while my mind kept looping over every detail from the meeting. I could still picture the white t-shirt stretched tight across his chest on his six foot two frame with jeans sitting low on his hips and that slight bulge at the front. The firm handshake lingered along with the way our eyes had locked and stayed those extra seconds. On the surface, the talk had been normal but there was something else underneath it all.

I parked outside my building and rushed up the stairs. I unlocked the door and kicked it shut without bothering with the lights. I yanked my t-shirt over my head and kicked off my shoes before shoving my jeans and underwear down in one motion. My cock was already rock hard from thinking about Logan the entire drive back.

I walked naked into the bedroom and dropped onto the bed. The sheets felt cool against my back as I closed my eyes and let everything from the party come flooding back into my mind.

I pictured him standing there in that tight white t-shirt and the way it clung to his body while stretching across his broad chest. The dark shape of his nipple pressed visible through the thin fabric and how the material tightened over his stomach made every ridge of his abs stand out sharp and defined. In my head I peeled that t-shirt off him to reveal the full chest with hard pecs and dark nipples before the stomach appeared cut deep with clear ridges and the sharp v lines on his hips leading down.

My hand wrapped around my cock and I started stroking slowly from base to head while spreading the precum with my thumb. I thought about the handshake again and his big hand gripping mine — strong and sure. I pictured him alone with me…grabbing the front of my shirt to pull me into a quiet room. The door clicked shut as he pushed me back against it and his mouth came down on mine hard with his tongue pushing in deep. His hands slid down to grab my ass and squeeze tight while pulling me forward so I felt the hard line of him through his jeans.

I stroked faster with my fist sliding steadily and kept my eyes closed seeing only him in my head. He stepped back and lifted his t-shirt over his head with the fabric rising slowly to show the tanned skin inch by inch. His broad chest appeared with firm pecs and dark nipples followed by the stomach tight with deep ridges. Then his jeans opened and dropped to the floor as his cock came free thick and heavy hanging long between his legs with the head full and smooth and the shaft thick with veins. Below it his balls hung low and heavy swinging slightly as he moved closer.

I kept stroking faster now with my grip tight and twisting a little at the top on every upstroke. I imagined him pressing that muscular body against mine with skin hot and muscles hard while the weight of his cock rested against my thigh. He turned me around and bent me forward as the blunt pressure pushed his cock inside me with a slow stretch and deep fullness before the thrusts started steady at first then grew harder. The slap of skin filled the air and my own cock bounced untouched while leaking onto whatever surface we were on. I could almost feel the way his low hanging balls would slap against me with every push.

“Shit. Fuck yes”, I moaned as I kept stroking to the memory of Logan.

My breathing turned rough and my hand moved quick and steady on my cock as the tension built tight in my balls. I was getting close with my eyes squeezed shut and seeing only his naked body in my mind muscular and sweaty in my imagination as he took what he wanted and fucked like a real man would.

I reached over with my free hand and grabbed my phone off the nightstand while still stroking. I unlocked it and opened Instagram… then went to Lila's profile and scrolled down to her following list. I typed his name and found the account before clicking it.

His profile loaded with rows of pictures showing gym shots of him in tank tops lifting and smiling. Then I scrolled lower and shirtless pictures appeared.

One showed him standing in front of a gym mirror fresh after a workout with sweat still shining on his skin. His chest looked broad and pumped with abs tight and deep ridges while his arms were slightly raised and his nipples dark. A thin trail of hair ran down from his navel into the low waistband of his shorts that sat low on his hips with the bulge thick and heavy even soft and a clear outline of the shaft and head visible.

Another photo was a side angle of him posing with one arm flexed and muscles standing sharp as sweat ran in a line down between his pecs and over the abs with the v lines deep and shadowed. His cock was outlined long and substantial in the thin shorts material hanging heavy to one side.

I stared at the photos and zoomed in on the second one…. taking in the body and the sweat catching the light along with the way everything looked hard and real. My hand moved faster on my cock as I kept looking and swiped to another shirtless shot of him bent slightly in the mirror with back muscles rippling and his ass filling out the shorts before it flipped to the front again with the full torso on display. His nipples stood out and the happy trail led down with the thick outline in the shorts even more obvious now.

I stroked harder with my eyes locked on the screen and on his shirtless body… the muscles, the sweat and the promise of that thick cock I could see outlined. I imagined it hard now pushing deep into me with the low hanging balls slapping and the heat of him on top of me. My fist flew up and down my shaft and the pressure built fast. My cock throbbed in my grip. I was right on the edge staring at his pictures and jerking off to the real thing on my screen.

My phone vibrated hard in my hand as a new notification slid down from the top.

It was an Instagram message from Logan.

I stopped mid stroke with my heart slamming against my ribs. My thumb tapped it open without thinking and the message loaded.

“Yoo. You are Lila's ex right. “

“Alex?”

Fuck.

My mind went straight to panic.

Had I accidentally liked one of his pictures when I zoomed in? These apps do that sometimes. What if he got a notification that I was on his profile right now? What was he going to think? That I was some weird ex creeping on his photos? That I was into him? Which I was. But he didn’t need to know that. Especially not while I was naked in bed with my cock still hard in my hand staring at his shirtless body.

My cock throbbed once against my stomach still leaking.

What the hell was I supposed to do now?

I Bumped Into My Ex And Her New Jacked Boyfriend At A Party

>Everyone is 18+ and the situations are fully consensual.

The party was loud and crowded when I walked through the door. I had not wanted to come but my friend insisted it would help me move on from my ex girlfriend Lila. He had no idea how far I had already moved on or why.

We broke up three months ago. The story we told everyone was that we grew apart after two years together. The real story was that I had started cheating on her with guys I met on Grindr. It began with curiosity one lonely night. Then it became something I could not control. I sucked cock in parked cars. I let strangers fuck me in their apartments. I got on my knees and took loads down my throat. I bent over and let them stretch my hole until I was leaking their cum for hours after. I told myself it was just physical. But every time a strong dominant guy used me I felt something click into place. I liked the way they took control. I liked the dirty talk. I liked how my body responded when a real man railed me.

Lila never knew. Or at least I hoped she didn’t. She had her own issues that made it easier to justify what I was doing. She never paid for anything. Not dinners. Not drinks. Not even her own share when we went out with friends. It all went on my card while she complained that I did not make enough money. She hated my friends. Called them losers who were holding me back. She bitched about everyone close to me. My family. My coworkers. Anyone who was not her. Most of all she hated that I was not jacked like the boyfriends her girlfriends had. She forced me to join the gym. Dragged me there and stood over me while I lifted. Told me I needed to look like a real man if I wanted to keep her. I went along with it because fighting back was too much work. But part of me always wondered if she was already fucking those muscled guys behind my back. I never asked. I could not. Not when I was sneaking off to meet guys who looked exactly like them.

The front door opened and she walked in. Lila. With her arm hooked around a man like she owned the place. She spotted me right away with that smirk spreading across her face. The one she wore when she had something to show off. She pulled him through the crowd straight toward me.

"Alex," she said when they reached the table. Her voice was light but I knew every edge in it. "Didn't expect to see you here tonight."

I kept my face straight. "Hey Lila. Yeah. Tagged along with some friends."

She turned to the tall guy beside her and smiled wider. "Logan, this is Alex. My ex. Alex this is Logan. My boyfriend."

Logan nodded once and stuck out his hand. "Hey man. Nice to meet you."

His voice was deep and even. I took his hand and the grip was firm and warm. Our eyes met and held for a second longer than two strangers meeting should need. I felt it in my chest. Dark eyes. Steady. I let go first.

I looked back at Lila. "Looks like you finally got yourself a jacked boyfriend."

She laughed short and sarcastic before stepping in closer to him and laying her hand flat on his chest with fingers spread over the tight white t-shirt. It was flirty and she was clearly showing him off. "Yeah I did. Met him at the gym actually. He was spotting me one day and we just clicked. One thing led to another and here we are."

Logan gave a small chuckle that came easy. "Gym has a way of bringing people together. Keeps you on track too."

The silence stretched a beat and I could feel her watching me while she waited. She had always wanted exactly this. Back when we were together she complained nonstop. She said I never hit the gym hard enough and that her friends all had hot jacked boyfriends while I stayed average and skinny.

Logan broke the quiet. "So what do you do Alex?"

We talked for a few minutes about normal stuff. I said marketing and he said finance while Lila kept chiming in and touching his arm every time she spoke. She laughed too loud at his short answers and her hand stayed on him touching his shoulder, chest and back as she showed him off like a prize she had won. I answered when he asked and kept it light but every time our eyes caught they stayed and held. He smiled a little with nothing pushy about it. Just there and lingering.

Lila steered it back to us. "So how have you been since we split Alex? Still running with the same people?"

I shrugged. "Yeah. Staying busy."

She smirked again. "Good. Good for you."

I could not stand much more of the way she kept touching him or the way he stood there solid and calm or the repeated eye contact that made heat crawl up my neck.

"I should find my friend," I said. "Nice meeting you Logan."

He nodded. "You too man. Take care."

Lila just kept that satisfied smile. "See you around Alex."

I did not reply to her and simply turned and walked out of the room. My heart was beating too fast and I could still feel his eyes on my back until I reached the hallway.

Instead of staying I went back home.

The drive home was quiet while my mind kept looping over every detail from the meeting. I could still picture the white t-shirt stretched tight across his chest on his six foot two frame with jeans sitting low on his hips and that slight bulge at the front. The firm handshake lingered along with the way our eyes had locked and stayed those extra seconds. On the surface, the talk had been normal but there was something else underneath it all.

I parked outside my building and rushed up the stairs. I unlocked the door and kicked it shut without bothering with the lights. I yanked my t-shirt over my head and kicked off my shoes before shoving my jeans and underwear down in one motion. My cock was already rock hard from thinking about Logan the entire drive back.

I walked naked into the bedroom and dropped onto the bed. The sheets felt cool against my back as I closed my eyes and let everything from the party come flooding back into my mind.

I pictured him standing there in that tight white t-shirt and the way it clung to his body while stretching across his broad chest. The dark shape of his nipple pressed visible through the thin fabric and how the material tightened over his stomach made every ridge of his abs stand out sharp and defined. In my head I peeled that t-shirt off him to reveal the full chest with hard pecs and dark nipples before the stomach appeared cut deep with clear ridges and the sharp v lines on his hips leading down.

My hand wrapped around my cock and I started stroking slowly from base to head while spreading the precum with my thumb. I thought about the handshake again and his big hand gripping mine — strong and sure. I pictured him alone with me…grabbing the front of my shirt to pull me into a quiet room. The door clicked shut as he pushed me back against it and his mouth came down on mine hard with his tongue pushing in deep. His hands slid down to grab my ass and squeeze tight while pulling me forward so I felt the hard line of him through his jeans.

I stroked faster with my fist sliding steadily and kept my eyes closed seeing only him in my head. He stepped back and lifted his t-shirt over his head with the fabric rising slowly to show the tanned skin inch by inch. His broad chest appeared with firm pecs and dark nipples followed by the stomach tight with deep ridges. Then his jeans opened and dropped to the floor as his cock came free thick and heavy hanging long between his legs with the head full and smooth and the shaft thick with veins. Below it his balls hung low and heavy swinging slightly as he moved closer.

I kept stroking faster now with my grip tight and twisting a little at the top on every upstroke. I imagined him pressing that muscular body against mine with skin hot and muscles hard while the weight of his cock rested against my thigh. He turned me around and bent me forward as the blunt pressure pushed his cock inside me with a slow stretch and deep fullness before the thrusts started steady at first then grew harder. The slap of skin filled the air and my own cock bounced untouched while leaking onto whatever surface we were on. I could almost feel the way his low hanging balls would slap against me with every push.

“Shit. Fuck yes”, I moaned as I kept stroking to the memory of Logan.

My breathing turned rough and my hand moved quick and steady on my cock as the tension built tight in my balls. I was getting close with my eyes squeezed shut and seeing only his naked body in my mind muscular and sweaty in my imagination as he took what he wanted and fucked like a real man would.

I reached over with my free hand and grabbed my phone off the nightstand while still stroking. I unlocked it and opened Instagram… then went to Lila's profile and scrolled down to her following list. I typed his name and found the account before clicking it.

His profile loaded with rows of pictures showing gym shots of him in tank tops lifting and smiling. Then I scrolled lower and shirtless pictures appeared.

One showed him standing in front of a gym mirror fresh after a workout with sweat still shining on his skin. His chest looked broad and pumped with abs tight and deep ridges while his arms were slightly raised and his nipples dark. A thin trail of hair ran down from his navel into the low waistband of his shorts that sat low on his hips with the bulge thick and heavy even soft and a clear outline of the shaft and head visible.

Another photo was a side angle of him posing with one arm flexed and muscles standing sharp as sweat ran in a line down between his pecs and over the abs with the v lines deep and shadowed. His cock was outlined long and substantial in the thin shorts material hanging heavy to one side.

I stared at the photos and zoomed in on the second one…. taking in the body and the sweat catching the light along with the way everything looked hard and real. My hand moved faster on my cock as I kept looking and swiped to another shirtless shot of him bent slightly in the mirror with back muscles rippling and his ass filling out the shorts before it flipped to the front again with the full torso on display. His nipples stood out and the happy trail led down with the thick outline in the shorts even more obvious now.

I stroked harder with my eyes locked on the screen and on his shirtless body… the muscles, the sweat and the promise of that thick cock I could see outlined. I imagined it hard now pushing deep into me with the low hanging balls slapping and the heat of him on top of me. My fist flew up and down my shaft and the pressure built fast. My cock throbbed in my grip. I was right on the edge staring at his pictures and jerking off to the real thing on my screen.

My phone vibrated hard in my hand as a new notification slid down from the top.

It was an Instagram message from Logan.

I stopped mid stroke with my heart slamming against my ribs. My thumb tapped it open without thinking and the message loaded.

“Yoo. You are Lila's ex right? “

“Alex?”

Fuck.

My mind went straight to panic.

Had I accidentally liked one of his pictures when I zoomed in? These apps do that sometimes. What if he got a notification that I was on his profile right now? What was he going to think? That I was some weird ex creeping on his photos? That I was into him? Which I was. But he didn’t need to know that. Especially not while I was naked in bed with my cock still hard in my hand staring at his shirtless body.

My cock throbbed once against my stomach still leaking.

What the hell was I supposed to do now?