u/The_tip69

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

A couple of days had passed since my gay best friend Percy first dropped to his knees and sucked my cock like it was the only thing he had been waiting for. We hadn't really talked about it in any serious way. It just kinda happened one night. And then it kept happening again. Late at night when the lights were off, or in the middle of the afternoon when the dorm was empty, Percy would give me that slow smile and I would end up with my sweatpants around my ankles and his soft pink lips wrapped around my big jock cock, as he liked to call it. Every single time he blew me I told myself it was the last time. Every single time I came down his throat, I swore it would not happen again. But the truth was I was becoming addicted to those lips.

I loved the way they stretched around my thick head. The way his tongue swirled and pressed along the underside, licking up every drop of precum like he couldn't get enough. The way his throat relaxed and took every inch until his nose pressed against my pubes and he swallowed around me like a pro. I would lie in bed after he was done, chest heaving, watching him lick the last traces of my cum from his lips with that satisfied little hum. He always swallowed every drop, never wasting any, then looked up at me with those beautiful eyes like he knew exactly how addicted I was getting.

At the same time, I noticed something else. Percy has a high libido. Before our little routine started he would hookup with a dude almost every other day. I used to lie there listening to him get fucked and feel that ugly twist of jealousy in my gut. But ever since he started sucking me off, or the two of us were jerking each other late at night in our beds, he hadn't brought up anyone else. Not once. It made me feel strangely proud, like I was enough to keep him satisfied. Like maybe I was giving him what he needed.

Until today.

It was late evening. I had just gotten back from classes and was sitting on my bed scrolling through my phone. Percy was getting ready in front of the mirror. He was wearing a tight black t-shirt that showed off his lean frame and a pair of dark blue jeans that hugged his round ass perfectly. He was fixing his hair, humming under his breath like he always did when he was about to go out.

“Where you off to?” I asked, trying to sound casual and totally not a possessive friend.

Percy glanced at me in the mirror, that slow smirk already forming on his lips.

“Out.”

I raised an eyebrow.

“Out where?”

He turned around, leaning against the desk with his arms crossed over his chest.

“Just heading over to a dude’s house just outside campus. Nothing serious. He's been messaging me for a couple of days. Seems chill.”

My stomach tightened instantly. Jealousy flared hot and sharp in my chest. Another guy. After everything we had been doing the last few days, after I had shot load after load down his throat, he was still going to let some random dude fuck him?

I tried to play it cool.

“So what? You just gonna let him rail you?”

Percy laughed softly, the sound low and teasing.

“Who said anything about getting railed, Huntz? Maybe I will just suck him off. Maybe I will ride him slowly. Maybe I'll let him cum all over my face. I haven't decided yet.”

The images flooded my brain. Percy on his knees for someone other dude. Percy riding another cock. Percy moaning for someone who wasn't me. My cock twitched hard even though I hated every second of it.

“Uh… do you wanna suck me off before you go?” I asked, the words slipping out before I could stop them. My voice sounded desperate even to my own ears.

Percy rolled his eyes, but the smirk stayed.

“C’mon man. I don’t wanna get my clothes messy.”

I stood up and walked closer to him, heart pounding. I was already half-hard just from the conversation.

“C’mon Perc… please. I am so fucking horny.”

Percy looked at me for a long moment, eyes dark.

“You always are, Huntz.”

I stepped even closer until we were almost chest to chest.

“I will stroke you too. Make it good for you before you leave.”

Something shifted in Percy’s expression. The teasing smile faded a little. He looked at me with a seriousness I had not seen before.

“Maybe I don’t want that, Hunter… not just that.”

I froze, shocked. The way he said my name instead of Huntz or big guy made my stomach drop.

“Sorry, bro… I thought you enjoyed it.”

Percy sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

“You know I do. I fucking love sucking your cock, Huntz. The way you get so hard for me. The way you grab my hair and fuck my throat like you cannot help yourself. It turns me on more than you know.”

“Then what’s the problem, Perc?” I asked, voice low.

Percy looked me straight in the eyes.

“See Huntz, as much as I love sucking your cock… I really fucking do… but I am a dude who likes getting his ass fucked. And you are too chicken to do that.”

The words landed like a punch. I stood there stunned, my cock still half-hard in my sweatpants, brain spinning. He was right. Every time Percy had sucked me off I had been thinking about his ass. Every single time I had pictured sliding inside his pink little hole, feeling how tight and hot he would be, hearing him moan my name while I fucked him deep. But I had never gone further than head or handjobs because deep down I knew the truth. A blowjob could still be brushed off as two guys messing around. But fucking him? That would cross the line completely. That would make it real.

Percy watched my face, waiting for me to say something. The silence stretched between us, thick and heavy.

I swallowed hard.

“Cancel your date.”

The words came out before I could stop them.

Percy’s eyebrows lifted slightly.

“What?”

“Cancel the date,“ I repeated, voice steadier this time. “Don’t go to that guy’s house.”

I reached down and pulled my tank top off in one motion, dropping it on the floor. I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my sweatpants and pushed them down along with my boxers. My cock sprang free, already rock hard and leaking, curving upward toward my stomach.

Percy’s eyes dropped to it, then slowly traveled back up to my face. His own bulge was thickening visibly in his jeans.

*“Hunter… “*he said quietly, almost a warning.

I stood there completely naked in front of him, heart hammering, cock throbbing.

“I am not chicken, you know,” I said.

Percy stared at me for a long moment. The room felt smaller. The air felt thicker. His jeans were tented now, the outline of his cock clear against the dark fabric.

“You sure about that?” he asked, voice low.

I didn't answer with words. I just stepped closer until our bodies were almost touching.

“Cancel the fucking date, Perc.”

The words came out low and rough, hanging heavy in the small dorm room. I stood there completely naked, my clothes discarded on the floor, my cock rock hard and curving upward, the head already oozing with precum. My chest rose and fell fast, heart hammering so loud I could hear it in my ears.

Percy stood still for a long moment, eyes locked on mine. Then that slow, dangerous smile crept across his lips again. He took one step closer. His own bulge was thick and obvious now, pressing against the jeans like it had been waiting for this.

“Prove it,” he said quietly, voice dripping with challenge. “Prove you aren't chicken and I’ll cancel my date.”

I looked down at myself, naked, cock throbbing in the cool air of the room, balls tight and heavy. I was literally standing here ready to fuck him. What more proof did he need?

“Uh…I am about to fuck you…” I started, voice cracking.

Percy’s smile widened. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his jeans and pushed them down slowly, letting his cock spring free. It was hard, five and a half inches of thick, flushed meat with a slight upward curve, the head already glistening. He stepped out of the jeans and stood there half naked in front of me.

“Nah….Suck my dick first,” he said simply, eyes never leaving mine. “And I’ll let you fuck me.”

Heat flooded my face and neck. My cock jumped hard at his words, another bead of precum leaking from the tip and sliding down the shaft. I had never sucked a dick before. Never even come close. The idea of dropping to my knees and taking another guy’s cock into my mouth should have felt wrong. It should have made me pull away and tell him to fuck off. But instead my mouth watered. My knees felt weak. The thought of Percy’s cock on my tongue, the weight of it, the taste, the way he would moan if I did it right… it made my head spin.

I swallowed hard, my throat dry.

Percy waited, cock twitching in the space between us.

I stepped forward on shaky legs. My hands reached out, fingers brushing against his hips before sliding down to grip the base of his cock. It was warm and heavy in my palm, pulsing with heat. I looked up at him, naked and on my knees in the middle of our dorm room, heart pounding so hard I felt dizzy.

Percy’s hand came down gently, fingers threading through my hair. His voice was soft but firm.

“Go on… I want to cancel this date, Huntz. Just give me a reason to.”

I stared up at him, lips inches from the head of his cock. The tip was flushed dark, a shiny bead of precum sitting right at the slit. My mouth watered even more. My own cock throbbed leaking onto the floor.

This was it.

The line I had been too scared to cross.

And I was about to cross it completely tonight.

~

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

A couple of days had passed since my gay best friend Percy first dropped to his knees and sucked my cock like it was the only thing he had been waiting for. We hadn't really talked about it in any serious way. It just kinda happened one night. And then it kept happening again. Late at night when the lights were off, or in the middle of the afternoon when the dorm was empty, Percy would give me that slow smile and I would end up with my sweatpants around my ankles and his soft pink lips wrapped around my big jock cock, as he liked to call it. Every single time he blew me I told myself it was the last time. Every single time I came down his throat, I swore it would not happen again. But the truth was I was becoming addicted to those lips.

I loved the way they stretched around my thick head. The way his tongue swirled and pressed along the underside, licking up every drop of precum like he couldn't get enough. The way his throat relaxed and took every inch until his nose pressed against my pubes and he swallowed around me like a pro. I would lie in bed after he was done, chest heaving, watching him lick the last traces of my cum from his lips with that satisfied little hum. He always swallowed every drop, never wasting any, then looked up at me with those beautiful eyes like he knew exactly how addicted I was getting.

At the same time, I noticed something else. Percy has a high libido. Before our little routine started he would hookup with a dude almost every other day. I used to lie there listening to him get fucked and feel that ugly twist of jealousy in my gut. But ever since he started sucking me off, or the two of us were jerking each other late at night in our beds, he hadn't brought up anyone else. Not once. It made me feel strangely proud, like I was enough to keep him satisfied. Like maybe I was giving him what he needed.

Until today.

It was late evening. I had just gotten back from classes and was sitting on my bed scrolling through my phone. Percy was getting ready in front of the mirror. He was wearing a tight black t-shirt that showed off his lean frame and a pair of dark blue jeans that hugged his round ass perfectly. He was fixing his hair, humming under his breath like he always did when he was about to go out.

“Where you off to?” I asked, trying to sound casual and totally not a possessive friend.

Percy glanced at me in the mirror, that slow smirk already forming on his lips.

“Out.”

I raised an eyebrow.

“Out where?”

He turned around, leaning against the desk with his arms crossed over his chest.

“Just heading over to a dude’s house just outside campus. Nothing serious. He's been messaging me for a couple of days. Seems chill.”

My stomach tightened instantly. Jealousy flared hot and sharp in my chest. Another guy. After everything we had been doing the last few days, after I had shot load after load down his throat, he was still going to let some random dude fuck him?

I tried to play it cool.

“So what? You just gonna let him rail you?”

Percy laughed softly, the sound low and teasing.

“Who said anything about getting railed, Huntz? Maybe I will just suck him off. Maybe I will ride him slowly. Maybe I'll let him cum all over my face. I haven't decided yet.”

The images flooded my brain. Percy on his knees for someone other dude. Percy riding another cock. Percy moaning for someone who wasn't me. My cock twitched hard even though I hated every second of it.

“Uh… do you wanna suck me off before you go?” I asked, the words slipping out before I could stop them. My voice sounded desperate even to my own ears.

Percy rolled his eyes, but the smirk stayed.

“C’mon man. I don’t wanna get my clothes messy.”

I stood up and walked closer to him, heart pounding. I was already half-hard just from the conversation.

“C’mon Perc… please. I am so fucking horny.”

Percy looked at me for a long moment, eyes dark.

“You always are, Huntz.”

I stepped even closer until we were almost chest to chest.

“I will stroke you too. Make it good for you before you leave.”

Something shifted in Percy’s expression. The teasing smile faded a little. He looked at me with a seriousness I had not seen before.

“Maybe I don’t want that, Hunter… not just that.”

I froze, shocked. The way he said my name instead of Huntz or big guy made my stomach drop.

“Sorry, bro… I thought you enjoyed it.”

Percy sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

“You know I do. I fucking love sucking your cock, Huntz. The way you get so hard for me. The way you grab my hair and fuck my throat like you cannot help yourself. It turns me on more than you know.”

“Then what’s the problem, Perc?” I asked, voice low.

Percy looked me straight in the eyes.

“See Huntz, as much as I love sucking your cock… I really fucking do… but I am a dude who likes getting his ass fucked. And you are too chicken to do that.”

The words landed like a punch. I stood there stunned, my cock still half-hard in my sweatpants, brain spinning. He was right. Every time Percy had sucked me off I had been thinking about his ass. Every single time I had pictured sliding inside his pink little hole, feeling how tight and hot he would be, hearing him moan my name while I fucked him deep. But I had never gone further than head or handjobs because deep down I knew the truth. A blowjob could still be brushed off as two guys messing around. But fucking him? That would cross the line completely. That would make it real.

Percy watched my face, waiting for me to say something. The silence stretched between us, thick and heavy.

I swallowed hard.

“Cancel your date.”

The words came out before I could stop them.

Percy’s eyebrows lifted slightly.

“What?”

“Cancel the date,“ I repeated, voice steadier this time. “Don’t go to that guy’s house.”

I reached down and pulled my tank top off in one motion, dropping it on the floor. I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my sweatpants and pushed them down along with my boxers. My cock sprang free, already rock hard and leaking, curving upward toward my stomach.

Percy’s eyes dropped to it, then slowly traveled back up to my face. His own bulge was thickening visibly in his jeans.

*“Hunter… “*he said quietly, almost a warning.

I stood there completely naked in front of him, heart hammering, cock throbbing.

“I am not chicken, you know,” I said.

Percy stared at me for a long moment. The room felt smaller. The air felt thicker. His jeans were tented now, the outline of his cock clear against the dark fabric.

“You sure about that?” he asked, voice low.

I didn't answer with words. I just stepped closer until our bodies were almost touching.

“Cancel the fucking date, Perc.”

The words came out low and rough, hanging heavy in the small dorm room. I stood there completely naked, my clothes discarded on the floor, my cock rock hard and curving upward, the head already oozing with precum. My chest rose and fell fast, heart hammering so loud I could hear it in my ears.

Percy stood still for a long moment, eyes locked on mine. Then that slow, dangerous smile crept across his lips again. He took one step closer. His own bulge was thick and obvious now, pressing against the jeans like it had been waiting for this.

“Prove it,” he said quietly, voice dripping with challenge. “Prove you aren't chicken and I’ll cancel my date.”

I looked down at myself, naked, cock throbbing in the cool air of the room, balls tight and heavy. I was literally standing here ready to fuck him. What more proof did he need?

“Uh…I am about to fuck you…” I started, voice cracking.

Percy’s smile widened. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his jeans and pushed them down slowly, letting his cock spring free. It was hard, five and a half inches of thick, flushed meat with a slight upward curve, the head already glistening. He stepped out of the jeans and stood there half naked in front of me.

“Nah….Suck my dick first,” he said simply, eyes never leaving mine. “And I’ll let you fuck me.”

Heat flooded my face and neck. My cock jumped hard at his words, another bead of precum leaking from the tip and sliding down the shaft. I had never sucked a dick before. Never even come close. The idea of dropping to my knees and taking another guy’s cock into my mouth should have felt wrong. It should have made me pull away and tell him to fuck off. But instead my mouth watered. My knees felt weak. The thought of Percy’s cock on my tongue, the weight of it, the taste, the way he would moan if I did it right… it made my head spin.

I swallowed hard, my throat dry.

Percy waited, cock twitching in the space between us.

I stepped forward on shaky legs. My hands reached out, fingers brushing against his hips before sliding down to grip the base of his cock. It was warm and heavy in my palm, pulsing with heat. I looked up at him, naked and on my knees in the middle of our dorm room, heart pounding so hard I felt dizzy.

Percy’s hand came down gently, fingers threading through my hair. His voice was soft but firm.

“Go on… I want to cancel this date, Huntz. Just give me a reason to.”

I stared up at him, lips inches from the head of his cock. The tip was flushed dark, a shiny bead of precum sitting right at the slit. My mouth watered even more. My own cock throbbed leaking onto the floor.

This was it.

The line I had been too scared to cross.

And I was about to cross it completely tonight.

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

A couple of days had passed since my gay best friend Percy first dropped to his knees and sucked my cock like it was the only thing he had been waiting for. We hadn't really talked about it in any serious way. It just kinda happened one night. And then it kept happening again. Late at night when the lights were off, or in the middle of the afternoon when the dorm was empty, Percy would give me that slow smile and I would end up with my sweatpants around my ankles and his soft pink lips wrapped around my big jock cock, as he liked to call it. Every single time he blew me I told myself it was the last time. Every single time I came down his throat, I swore it would not happen again. But the truth was I was becoming addicted to those lips.

I loved the way they stretched around my thick head. The way his tongue swirled and pressed along the underside, licking up every drop of precum like he couldn't get enough. The way his throat relaxed and took every inch until his nose pressed against my pubes and he swallowed around me like a pro. I would lie in bed after he was done, chest heaving, watching him lick the last traces of my cum from his lips with that satisfied little hum. He always swallowed every drop, never wasting any, then looked up at me with those beautiful eyes like he knew exactly how addicted I was getting.

At the same time, I noticed something else. Percy has a high libido. Before our little routine started he would hookup with a dude almost every other day. I used to lie there listening to him get fucked and feel that ugly twist of jealousy in my gut. But ever since he started sucking me off, or the two of us were jerking each other late at night in our beds, he hadn't brought up anyone else. Not once. It made me feel strangely proud, like I was enough to keep him satisfied. Like maybe I was giving him what he needed.

Until today.

It was late evening. I had just gotten back from classes and was sitting on my bed scrolling through my phone. Percy was getting ready in front of the mirror. He was wearing a tight black t-shirt that showed off his lean frame and a pair of dark blue jeans that hugged his round ass perfectly. He was fixing his hair, humming under his breath like he always did when he was about to go out.

“Where you off to?” I asked, trying to sound casual and totally not a possessive friend.

Percy glanced at me in the mirror, that slow smirk already forming on his lips.

“Out.”

I raised an eyebrow.

“Out where?”

He turned around, leaning against the desk with his arms crossed over his chest.

“Just heading over to a dude’s house just outside campus. Nothing serious. He's been messaging me for a couple of days. Seems chill.”

My stomach tightened instantly. Jealousy flared hot and sharp in my chest. Another guy. After everything we had been doing the last few days, after I had shot load after load down his throat, he was still going to let some random dude fuck him?

I tried to play it cool.

“So what? You just gonna let him rail you?”

Percy laughed softly, the sound low and teasing.

“Who said anything about getting railed, Huntz? Maybe I will just suck him off. Maybe I will ride him slowly. Maybe I'll let him cum all over my face. I haven't decided yet.”

The images flooded my brain. Percy on his knees for someone other dude. Percy riding another cock. Percy moaning for someone who wasn't me. My cock twitched hard even though I hated every second of it.

“Uh… do you wanna suck me off before you go?” I asked, the words slipping out before I could stop them. My voice sounded desperate even to my own ears.

Percy rolled his eyes, but the smirk stayed.

“C’mon man. I don’t wanna get my clothes messy.”

I stood up and walked closer to him, heart pounding. I was already half-hard just from the conversation.

“C’mon Perc… please. I am so fucking horny.”

Percy looked at me for a long moment, eyes dark.

“You always are, Huntz.”

I stepped even closer until we were almost chest to chest.

“I will stroke you too. Make it good for you before you leave.”

Something shifted in Percy’s expression. The teasing smile faded a little. He looked at me with a seriousness I had not seen before.

“Maybe I don’t want that, Hunter… not just that.”

I froze, shocked. The way he said my name instead of Huntz or big guy made my stomach drop.

“Sorry, bro… I thought you enjoyed it.”

Percy sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

“You know I do. I fucking love sucking your cock, Huntz. The way you get so hard for me. The way you grab my hair and fuck my throat like you cannot help yourself. It turns me on more than you know.”

“Then what’s the problem, Perc?” I asked, voice low.

Percy looked me straight in the eyes.

“See Huntz, as much as I love sucking your cock… I really fucking do… but I am a dude who likes getting his ass fucked. And you are too chicken to do that.”

The words landed like a punch. I stood there stunned, my cock still half-hard in my sweatpants, brain spinning. He was right. Every time Percy had sucked me off I had been thinking about his ass. Every single time I had pictured sliding inside his pink little hole, feeling how tight and hot he would be, hearing him moan my name while I fucked him deep. But I had never gone further than head or handjobs because deep down I knew the truth. A blowjob could still be brushed off as two guys messing around. But fucking him? That would cross the line completely. That would make it real.

Percy watched my face, waiting for me to say something. The silence stretched between us, thick and heavy.

I swallowed hard.

“Cancel your date.”

The words came out before I could stop them.

Percy’s eyebrows lifted slightly.

“What?”

“Cancel the date,“ I repeated, voice steadier this time. “Don’t go to that guy’s house.”

I reached down and pulled my tank top off in one motion, dropping it on the floor. I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my sweatpants and pushed them down along with my boxers. My cock sprang free, already rock hard and leaking, curving upward toward my stomach.

Percy’s eyes dropped to it, then slowly traveled back up to my face. His own bulge was thickening visibly in his jeans.

*“Hunter… “*he said quietly, almost a warning.

I stood there completely naked in front of him, heart hammering, cock throbbing.

“I am not chicken, you know,” I said.

Percy stared at me for a long moment. The room felt smaller. The air felt thicker. His jeans were tented now, the outline of his cock clear against the dark fabric.

“You sure about that?” he asked, voice low.

I didn't answer with words. I just stepped closer until our bodies were almost touching.

“Cancel the fucking date, Perc.”

The words came out low and rough, hanging heavy in the small dorm room. I stood there completely naked, my clothes discarded on the floor, my cock rock hard and curving upward, the head already oozing with precum. My chest rose and fell fast, heart hammering so loud I could hear it in my ears.

Percy stood still for a long moment, eyes locked on mine. Then that slow, dangerous smile crept across his lips again. He took one step closer. His own bulge was thick and obvious now, pressing against the jeans like it had been waiting for this.

“Prove it,” he said quietly, voice dripping with challenge. “Prove you aren't chicken and I’ll cancel my date.”

I looked down at myself, naked, cock throbbing in the cool air of the room, balls tight and heavy. I was literally standing here ready to fuck him. What more proof did he need?

“Uh…I am about to fuck you…” I started, voice cracking.

Percy’s smile widened. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his jeans and pushed them down slowly, letting his cock spring free. It was hard, five and a half inches of thick, flushed meat with a slight upward curve, the head already glistening. He stepped out of the jeans and stood there half naked in front of me.

“Nah….Suck my dick first,” he said simply, eyes never leaving mine. “And I’ll let you fuck me.”

Heat flooded my face and neck. My cock jumped hard at his words, another bead of precum leaking from the tip and sliding down the shaft. I had never sucked a dick before. Never even come close. The idea of dropping to my knees and taking another guy’s cock into my mouth should have felt wrong. It should have made me pull away and tell him to fuck off. But instead my mouth watered. My knees felt weak. The thought of Percy’s cock on my tongue, the weight of it, the taste, the way he would moan if I did it right… it made my head spin.

I swallowed hard, my throat dry.

Percy waited, cock twitching in the space between us.

I stepped forward on shaky legs. My hands reached out, fingers brushing against his hips before sliding down to grip the base of his cock. It was warm and heavy in my palm, pulsing with heat. I looked up at him, naked and on my knees in the middle of our dorm room, heart pounding so hard I felt dizzy.

Percy’s hand came down gently, fingers threading through my hair. His voice was soft but firm.

“Go on… I want to cancel this date, Huntz. Just give me a reason to.”

I stared up at him, lips inches from the head of his cock. The tip was flushed dark, a shiny bead of precum sitting right at the slit. My mouth watered even more. My own cock throbbed leaking onto the floor.

This was it.

The line I had been too scared to cross.

And I was about to cross it completely tonight.

Everyone is 18+ and all situations are fully consensual.

“You sure you okay with this?”

Brody’s voice was low and rough as he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his underwear and slowly pushed them down his thick thighs. His heavy eight-inch cock sprang free, already thick and half-hard, hanging heavy between his legs. The big flushed head glistened slightly at the tip.

I watched him from the bed, my pulse kicking up. “Mhmm, let me see…” I said with a playful grin, stripping off my own shirt and shorts until I was completely naked. “Multiple loads from my hunk of a neighbor… I wonder why I would have a problem with that.”

I laughed softly as I climbed onto the bed on all fours, arching my back and pushing my ass back toward him. The position left me open and exposed. My cock hung hard beneath me, already leaking from the anticipation.

Brody stepped closer, his eyes dark as they moved over my body. “I couldn’t stop thinking about last night… about how good your throat felt.”

He climbed onto the bed behind me, the mattress dipping under his weight. His big hands settled on my hips, thumbs stroking the curve of my ass. “And I can’t wait to fuck you, man.”

I reached for the bottle of lube and tossed it back to him over my shoulder. “All yours, boss. All yours.”

Brody caught it easily. I heard the soft click of the cap opening, then the wet sound of him coating his thick cock. The cool, slippery liquid made a quiet, slick noise as he stroked himself a few times, spreading it evenly over every veined inch. A moment later I felt the same cool wetness press against my hole as he rubbed the head of his cock up and down my hole, spreading the lube all around.

The sensation made me shiver. Cold at first, then warming quickly against my skin as he teased me open with slow, deliberate circles.

Brody’s voice came again, quieter this time, almost hesitant beneath the hunger. “First time fucking a dude… tell me if I do okay.”

I pushed my ass back against him a little more, arching deeper into the pillow. “You are already doing better than okay. Just take your time and give it to me.”

He let out a low breath. His thick cockhead pressed firmer against my hole, the pressure steady and insistent. I could feel the heavy weight of him, the heat radiating off his body as he hovered behind me, one hand still gripping my hip while the other guided his cock.

Brody was breathing harder now, clearly nervous but unable to hide how much he wanted this.

He pressed forward. The thick head of his cock nudged against my hole, spreading the cool lube around the tight ring. He moved slowly, almost carefully, letting the wide head stretch me open. The pressure built gradually, a deep, heavy fullness that made my breath catch. His cock was so thick that even with the lube it took time for my body to yield. I felt every ridge, every vein as he sank deeper, the stretch burning sweetly until the head finally popped past the tightest point.

Brody let out a low grunt, his hands tightening on my hips. He stayed still for a moment, buried only halfway, letting me adjust to his size. Then he began to move, gentle and slow. Long, careful strokes that dragged his thick cock almost all the way out before sliding back in. Each thrust was measured, deliberate. The wet sound of lube and skin filled the room with every slow push.

“Fuck…” he groaned softly behind me, voice thick with pleasure.

I could feel the weight of his body leaning over mine, the heat radiating from his body. His heavy balls brushed against me with every gentle rock of his hips. He was being so careful, almost tender, as if he was still afraid of hurting me.

“Brody…” I murmured, voice breathy.

He stopped mid-thrust, his cock buried deep inside me, pulsing warmly. “Yeah?”

“Don’t worry, you are not going to break me,” I said, pushing my ass back against him. “Give it to me harder.”

I heard Brody chuckle behind me, low and rough. Both of his big hands gripped my hips tighter, fingers digging into the flesh.

Then he gave me what I asked for.

His hips snapped forward hard. The thrust was deep and powerful, his thick cock slamming all the way inside me until his hips met my ass with a loud slap. The sudden force knocked the breath out of me. He started pounding harder, more aggressive now, each stroke long and heavy. The sound of skin slapping skin grew louder, wet and rhythmic. His heavy balls slapped against me with every powerful drive.

“Yeah… fuck yeah…” I moaned, gripping the sheets. “Shit…”

Brody spanked my ass hard, the sharp crack echoing through the room. “Yeah, you filthy boy,” he growled, voice deeper than I had ever heard it. “You like taking daddy’s cock, don’t you?”

“Mhmm… yes… I do…” I gasped, pushing back to meet his thrusts. “Fuck yes I do…”

The stretch was intense now. His thick cock bottomed out with every thrust, the head pressing hard against that sensitive spot deep inside me. The weight of his muscular body pressed down on me, his sweaty chest brushing my back everytime he leaned. Every slap of his hips sent waves of pleasure through me. The wet, squelching sound of his cock driving into my lubed hole filled the room, filthy and addictive.

He fucked me harder, hips snapping with more force. His grunting grew louder, deeper, matching the rhythm of his pounding. Sweat dripped from his body onto my back.

“Fuck… I am already close,” he groaned, voice strained.

I looked back over my shoulder at him. Brody’s face was flushed, sweat running down his face. His broad, sweaty pecs flexed with every powerful thrust. His eyes were half-lidded, completely lost in the moment. When our eyes met, a small, satisfied smile tugged at his lips.

Then his hips jerked forward hard. He buried himself to the hilt and grunted loudly as he started to cum. His thick cock pulsed deep inside me, flooding me with the first heavy rope of cum. He kept thrusting through it, short, deep strokes as he emptied himself, grunting with every spurt. “Jesus… fucking Christ…”

The warmth of his load filled me completely. I could feel every pulse, every thick jet as he bred me. His body shook against mine, muscles tight, hips pressed flush against my ass until the last drop was spent.

Finally he slowed, breathing hard. His cock slipped out of me with a wet sound, still half-hard and shiny with his cum.

I turned onto my back, looking up at him with a satisfied grin. “Hottest breeding ever.”

Brody gave a tired, breathless laugh. He got up from the bed and walked over to the chair where he had tossed his clothes. He grabbed some tissues and wiped his cock clean, then dabbed at the sweat glistening on his chest, face, and thick arms. His muscular body still looked powerful even in the afterglow, chest rising and falling heavily.

Brody’s chest rose and fell heavily as he stood there, still catching his breath. He tossed the used tissue onto the desk. “Man… I have never ejaculated that quickly,” he said, voice still rough. “Something about your hole…”

I smiled, lying naked on the bed, legs still slightly spread. “Yeah, I’ve been told my hole loves milking cocks.”

Brody let out a deep, genuine laugh. He leaned one hand on the desk, his tricep flexing hard under the warm light from the ceiling. The glow highlighted every ridge of muscle across his broad chest and shoulders. He looked godly standing there like that — tall, thick, sweat still glistening on his skin, cock hanging heavy between his powerful thighs.

He tilted his head slightly, eyes moving over my naked body. “You wanna go again?”

I sat up on the bed, resting on my elbows, and glanced down at his softening cock. “You sure? Your dick is not exhausted yet?”

Brody walked slowly toward the bed, his heavy steps making the floor creak softly. He climbed onto the mattress, the frame dipping under his weight, and crawled toward me on all fours. His muscular body moved with quiet confidence, shoulders rolling, thick arms flexing as he approached.

“Not tonight,” he murmured, voice low and hungry. “I want to breed you multiple times tonight.”

I smiled up at him, heat flooding my body at his words. My hand reached out and wrapped around his softening cock, stroking it slowly from base to head. The thick shaft felt warm and heavy in my palm. I gave it a gentle squeeze, feeling it twitch and start to thicken again under my touch.

“Lemme get you hard then,” I said softly, my thumb brushing over the sensitive head.

Brody let out a low groan, his eyes half-lidded as he looked down at me. His hips moved slightly, pushing his cock into my hand. The muscle in his jaw tightened as blood rushed back into his shaft, making it swell and harden again in my grip. I stroked him with slow, deliberate movements, feeling every vein pulse under my fingers.

His breathing grew deeper. One of his big hands came down to rest on my thigh, thumb stroking the skin there. “Fuck… you really do know how to please a man.”

I kept stroking, twisting my wrist gently at the head, watching his cock grow fully hard again. It stood thick and proud, the head flushed dark and already leaking a fresh bead of precum. Brody’s chest rose and fell faster now, his broad pecs flexing with each breath.

I leaned up and pressed a soft kiss to the underside of his shaft, then looked up at him with a teasing smile. “Ready to fill me again?”

Brody’s eyes darkened with fresh hunger. He crawled closer, his muscular body hovering over mine, the heat of him surrounding me. His thick cock brushed against my stomach, leaving a wet trail of precum on my skin.

“Yeah,” he breathed, voice rough and low. “I am going to breed you until you are dripping with me.”

The promise in his words sent a shiver through me. I could already feel my body responding, aching for him again. Brody was no longer the hesitant straight guy from yesterday. He was hungry now, determined, and clearly planning to take his time with me tonight.

And I was more than ready to let him.

Everyone is 18+ and all situations are fully consensual.

“You sure you okay with this?”

Brody’s voice was low and rough as he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his underwear and slowly pushed them down his thick thighs. His heavy eight-inch cock sprang free, already thick and half-hard, hanging heavy between his legs. The big flushed head glistened slightly at the tip.

I watched him from the bed, my pulse kicking up. “Mhmm, let me see…” I said with a playful grin, stripping off my own shirt and shorts until I was completely naked. “Multiple loads from my hunk of a neighbor… I wonder why I would have a problem with that.”

I laughed softly as I climbed onto the bed on all fours, arching my back and pushing my ass back toward him. The position left me open and exposed. My cock hung hard beneath me, already leaking from the anticipation.

Brody stepped closer, his eyes dark as they moved over my body. “I couldn’t stop thinking about last night… about how good your throat felt.”

He climbed onto the bed behind me, the mattress dipping under his weight. His big hands settled on my hips, thumbs stroking the curve of my ass. “And I can’t wait to fuck you, man.”

I reached for the bottle of lube and tossed it back to him over my shoulder. “All yours, boss. All yours.”

Brody caught it easily. I heard the soft click of the cap opening, then the wet sound of him coating his thick cock. The cool, slippery liquid made a quiet, slick noise as he stroked himself a few times, spreading it evenly over every veined inch. A moment later I felt the same cool wetness press against my hole as he rubbed the head of his cock up and down my hole, spreading the lube all around.

The sensation made me shiver. Cold at first, then warming quickly against my skin as he teased me open with slow, deliberate circles.

Brody’s voice came again, quieter this time, almost hesitant beneath the hunger. “First time fucking a dude… tell me if I do okay.”

I pushed my ass back against him a little more, arching deeper into the pillow. “You are already doing better than okay. Just take your time and give it to me.”

He let out a low breath. His thick cockhead pressed firmer against my hole, the pressure steady and insistent. I could feel the heavy weight of him, the heat radiating off his body as he hovered behind me, one hand still gripping my hip while the other guided his cock.

Brody was breathing harder now, clearly nervous but unable to hide how much he wanted this.

He pressed forward. The thick head of his cock nudged against my hole, spreading the cool lube around the tight ring. He moved slowly, almost carefully, letting the wide head stretch me open. The pressure built gradually, a deep, heavy fullness that made my breath catch. His cock was so thick that even with the lube it took time for my body to yield. I felt every ridge, every vein as he sank deeper, the stretch burning sweetly until the head finally popped past the tightest point.

Brody let out a low grunt, his hands tightening on my hips. He stayed still for a moment, buried only halfway, letting me adjust to his size. Then he began to move, gentle and slow. Long, careful strokes that dragged his thick cock almost all the way out before sliding back in. Each thrust was measured, deliberate. The wet sound of lube and skin filled the room with every slow push.

“Fuck…” he groaned softly behind me, voice thick with pleasure.

I could feel the weight of his body leaning over mine, the heat radiating from his body. His heavy balls brushed against me with every gentle rock of his hips. He was being so careful, almost tender, as if he was still afraid of hurting me.

“Brody…” I murmured, voice breathy.

He stopped mid-thrust, his cock buried deep inside me, pulsing warmly. “Yeah?”

“Don’t worry, you are not going to break me,” I said, pushing my ass back against him. “Give it to me harder.”

I heard Brody chuckle behind me, low and rough. Both of his big hands gripped my hips tighter, fingers digging into the flesh.

Then he gave me what I asked for.

His hips snapped forward hard. The thrust was deep and powerful, his thick cock slamming all the way inside me until his hips met my ass with a loud slap. The sudden force knocked the breath out of me. He started pounding harder, more aggressive now, each stroke long and heavy. The sound of skin slapping skin grew louder, wet and rhythmic. His heavy balls slapped against me with every powerful drive.

“Yeah… fuck yeah…” I moaned, gripping the sheets. “Shit…”

Brody spanked my ass hard, the sharp crack echoing through the room. “Yeah, you filthy boy,” he growled, voice deeper than I had ever heard it. “You like taking daddy’s cock, don’t you?”

“Mhmm… yes… I do…” I gasped, pushing back to meet his thrusts. “Fuck yes I do…”

The stretch was intense now. His thick cock bottomed out with every thrust, the head pressing hard against that sensitive spot deep inside me. The weight of his muscular body pressed down on me, his sweaty chest brushing my back everytime he leaned. Every slap of his hips sent waves of pleasure through me. The wet, squelching sound of his cock driving into my lubed hole filled the room, filthy and addictive.

He fucked me harder, hips snapping with more force. His grunting grew louder, deeper, matching the rhythm of his pounding. Sweat dripped from his body onto my back.

“Fuck… I am already close,” he groaned, voice strained.

I looked back over my shoulder at him. Brody’s face was flushed, sweat running down his face. His broad, sweaty pecs flexed with every powerful thrust. His eyes were half-lidded, completely lost in the moment. When our eyes met, a small, satisfied smile tugged at his lips.

Then his hips jerked forward hard. He buried himself to the hilt and grunted loudly as he started to cum. His thick cock pulsed deep inside me, flooding me with the first heavy rope of cum. He kept thrusting through it, short, deep strokes as he emptied himself, grunting with every spurt. “Jesus… fucking Christ…”

The warmth of his load filled me completely. I could feel every pulse, every thick jet as he bred me. His body shook against mine, muscles tight, hips pressed flush against my ass until the last drop was spent.

Finally he slowed, breathing hard. His cock slipped out of me with a wet sound, still half-hard and shiny with his cum.

I turned onto my back, looking up at him with a satisfied grin. “Hottest breeding ever.”

Brody gave a tired, breathless laugh. He got up from the bed and walked over to the chair where he had tossed his clothes. He grabbed some tissues and wiped his cock clean, then dabbed at the sweat glistening on his chest, face, and thick arms. His muscular body still looked powerful even in the afterglow, chest rising and falling heavily.

Brody’s chest rose and fell heavily as he stood there, still catching his breath. He tossed the used tissue onto the desk. “Man… I have never ejaculated that quickly,” he said, voice still rough. “Something about your hole…”

I smiled, lying naked on the bed, legs still slightly spread. “Yeah, I’ve been told my hole loves milking cocks.”

Brody let out a deep, genuine laugh. He leaned one hand on the desk, his tricep flexing hard under the warm light from the ceiling. The glow highlighted every ridge of muscle across his broad chest and shoulders. He looked godly standing there like that — tall, thick, sweat still glistening on his skin, cock hanging heavy between his powerful thighs.

He tilted his head slightly, eyes moving over my naked body. “You wanna go again?”

I sat up on the bed, resting on my elbows, and glanced down at his softening cock. “You sure? Your dick is not exhausted yet?”

Brody walked slowly toward the bed, his heavy steps making the floor creak softly. He climbed onto the mattress, the frame dipping under his weight, and crawled toward me on all fours. His muscular body moved with quiet confidence, shoulders rolling, thick arms flexing as he approached.

“Not tonight,” he murmured, voice low and hungry. “I want to breed you multiple times tonight.”

I smiled up at him, heat flooding my body at his words. My hand reached out and wrapped around his softening cock, stroking it slowly from base to head. The thick shaft felt warm and heavy in my palm. I gave it a gentle squeeze, feeling it twitch and start to thicken again under my touch.

“Lemme get you hard then,” I said softly, my thumb brushing over the sensitive head.

Brody let out a low groan, his eyes half-lidded as he looked down at me. His hips moved slightly, pushing his cock into my hand. The muscle in his jaw tightened as blood rushed back into his shaft, making it swell and harden again in my grip. I stroked him with slow, deliberate movements, feeling every vein pulse under my fingers.

His breathing grew deeper. One of his big hands came down to rest on my thigh, thumb stroking the skin there. “Fuck… you really do know how to please a man.”

I kept stroking, twisting my wrist gently at the head, watching his cock grow fully hard again. It stood thick and proud, the head flushed dark and already leaking a fresh bead of precum. Brody’s chest rose and fell faster now, his broad pecs flexing with each breath.

I leaned up and pressed a soft kiss to the underside of his shaft, then looked up at him with a teasing smile. “Ready to fill me again?”

Brody’s eyes darkened with fresh hunger. He crawled closer, his muscular body hovering over mine, the heat of him surrounding me. His thick cock brushed against my stomach, leaving a wet trail of precum on my skin.

“Yeah,” he breathed, voice rough and low. “I am going to breed you until you are dripping with me.”

The promise in his words sent a shiver through me. I could already feel my body responding, aching for him again. Brody was no longer the hesitant straight guy from yesterday. He was hungry now, determined, and clearly planning to take his time with me tonight.

And I was more than ready to let him.

Everyone is 18+ and all situations are fully consensual.

“You sure you okay with this?”

Brody’s voice was low and rough as he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his underwear and slowly pushed them down his thick thighs. His heavy eight-inch cock sprang free, already thick and half-hard, hanging heavy between his legs. The big flushed head glistened slightly at the tip.

I watched him from the bed, my pulse kicking up. “Mhmm, let me see…” I said with a playful grin, stripping off my own shirt and shorts until I was completely naked. “Multiple loads from my hunk of a neighbor… I wonder why I would have a problem with that.”

I laughed softly as I climbed onto the bed on all fours, arching my back and pushing my ass back toward him. The position left me open and exposed. My cock hung hard beneath me, already leaking from the anticipation.

Brody stepped closer, his eyes dark as they moved over my body. “I couldn’t stop thinking about last night… about how good your throat felt.”

He climbed onto the bed behind me, the mattress dipping under his weight. His big hands settled on my hips, thumbs stroking the curve of my ass. “And I can’t wait to fuck you, man.”

I reached for the bottle of lube and tossed it back to him over my shoulder. “All yours, boss. All yours.”

Brody caught it easily. I heard the soft click of the cap opening, then the wet sound of him coating his thick cock. The cool, slippery liquid made a quiet, slick noise as he stroked himself a few times, spreading it evenly over every veined inch. A moment later I felt the same cool wetness press against my hole as he rubbed the head of his cock up and down my hole, spreading the lube all around.

The sensation made me shiver. Cold at first, then warming quickly against my skin as he teased me open with slow, deliberate circles.

Brody’s voice came again, quieter this time, almost hesitant beneath the hunger. “First time fucking a dude… tell me if I do okay.”

I pushed my ass back against him a little more, arching deeper into the pillow. “You are already doing better than okay. Just take your time and give it to me.”

He let out a low breath. His thick cockhead pressed firmer against my hole, the pressure steady and insistent. I could feel the heavy weight of him, the heat radiating off his body as he hovered behind me, one hand still gripping my hip while the other guided his cock.

Brody was breathing harder now, clearly nervous but unable to hide how much he wanted this.

He pressed forward. The thick head of his cock nudged against my hole, spreading the cool lube around the tight ring. He moved slowly, almost carefully, letting the wide head stretch me open. The pressure built gradually, a deep, heavy fullness that made my breath catch. His cock was so thick that even with the lube it took time for my body to yield. I felt every ridge, every vein as he sank deeper, the stretch burning sweetly until the head finally popped past the tightest point.

Brody let out a low grunt, his hands tightening on my hips. He stayed still for a moment, buried only halfway, letting me adjust to his size. Then he began to move, gentle and slow. Long, careful strokes that dragged his thick cock almost all the way out before sliding back in. Each thrust was measured, deliberate. The wet sound of lube and skin filled the room with every slow push.

“Fuck…” he groaned softly behind me, voice thick with pleasure.

I could feel the weight of his body leaning over mine, the heat radiating from his body. His heavy balls brushed against me with every gentle rock of his hips. He was being so careful, almost tender, as if he was still afraid of hurting me.

“Brody…” I murmured, voice breathy.

He stopped mid-thrust, his cock buried deep inside me, pulsing warmly. “Yeah?”

“Don’t worry, you are not going to break me,” I said, pushing my ass back against him. “Give it to me harder.”

I heard Brody chuckle behind me, low and rough. Both of his big hands gripped my hips tighter, fingers digging into the flesh.

Then he gave me what I asked for.

His hips snapped forward hard. The thrust was deep and powerful, his thick cock slamming all the way inside me until his hips met my ass with a loud slap. The sudden force knocked the breath out of me. He started pounding harder, more aggressive now, each stroke long and heavy. The sound of skin slapping skin grew louder, wet and rhythmic. His heavy balls slapped against me with every powerful drive.

“Yeah… fuck yeah…” I moaned, gripping the sheets. “Shit…”

Brody spanked my ass hard, the sharp crack echoing through the room. “Yeah, you filthy boy,” he growled, voice deeper than I had ever heard it. “You like taking daddy’s cock, don’t you?”

“Mhmm… yes… I do…” I gasped, pushing back to meet his thrusts. “Fuck yes I do…”

The stretch was intense now. His thick cock bottomed out with every thrust, the head pressing hard against that sensitive spot deep inside me. The weight of his muscular body pressed down on me, his sweaty chest brushing my back everytime he leaned. Every slap of his hips sent waves of pleasure through me. The wet, squelching sound of his cock driving into my lubed hole filled the room, filthy and addictive.

He fucked me harder, hips snapping with more force. His grunting grew louder, deeper, matching the rhythm of his pounding. Sweat dripped from his body onto my back.

“Fuck… I am already close,” he groaned, voice strained.

I looked back over my shoulder at him. Brody’s face was flushed, sweat running down his face. His broad, sweaty pecs flexed with every powerful thrust. His eyes were half-lidded, completely lost in the moment. When our eyes met, a small, satisfied smile tugged at his lips.

Then his hips jerked forward hard. He buried himself to the hilt and grunted loudly as he started to cum. His thick cock pulsed deep inside me, flooding me with the first heavy rope of cum. He kept thrusting through it, short, deep strokes as he emptied himself, grunting with every spurt. “Jesus… fucking Christ…”

The warmth of his load filled me completely. I could feel every pulse, every thick jet as he bred me. His body shook against mine, muscles tight, hips pressed flush against my ass until the last drop was spent.

Finally he slowed, breathing hard. His cock slipped out of me with a wet sound, still half-hard and shiny with his cum.

I turned onto my back, looking up at him with a satisfied grin. “Hottest breeding ever.”

Brody gave a tired, breathless laugh. He got up from the bed and walked over to the chair where he had tossed his clothes. He grabbed some tissues and wiped his cock clean, then dabbed at the sweat glistening on his chest, face, and thick arms. His muscular body still looked powerful even in the afterglow, chest rising and falling heavily.

Brody’s chest rose and fell heavily as he stood there, still catching his breath. He tossed the used tissue onto the desk. “Man… I have never ejaculated that quickly,” he said, voice still rough. “Something about your hole…”

I smiled, lying naked on the bed, legs still slightly spread. “Yeah, I’ve been told my hole loves milking cocks.”

Brody let out a deep, genuine laugh. He leaned one hand on the desk, his tricep flexing hard under the warm light from the ceiling. The glow highlighted every ridge of muscle across his broad chest and shoulders. He looked godly standing there like that — tall, thick, sweat still glistening on his skin, cock hanging heavy between his powerful thighs.

He tilted his head slightly, eyes moving over my naked body. “You wanna go again?”

I sat up on the bed, resting on my elbows, and glanced down at his softening cock. “You sure? Your dick is not exhausted yet?”

Brody walked slowly toward the bed, his heavy steps making the floor creak softly. He climbed onto the mattress, the frame dipping under his weight, and crawled toward me on all fours. His muscular body moved with quiet confidence, shoulders rolling, thick arms flexing as he approached.

“Not tonight,” he murmured, voice low and hungry. “I want to breed you multiple times tonight.”

I smiled up at him, heat flooding my body at his words. My hand reached out and wrapped around his softening cock, stroking it slowly from base to head. The thick shaft felt warm and heavy in my palm. I gave it a gentle squeeze, feeling it twitch and start to thicken again under my touch.

“Lemme get you hard then,” I said softly, my thumb brushing over the sensitive head.

Brody let out a low groan, his eyes half-lidded as he looked down at me. His hips moved slightly, pushing his cock into my hand. The muscle in his jaw tightened as blood rushed back into his shaft, making it swell and harden again in my grip. I stroked him with slow, deliberate movements, feeling every vein pulse under my fingers.

His breathing grew deeper. One of his big hands came down to rest on my thigh, thumb stroking the skin there. “Fuck… you really do know how to please a man.”

I kept stroking, twisting my wrist gently at the head, watching his cock grow fully hard again. It stood thick and proud, the head flushed dark and already leaking a fresh bead of precum. Brody’s chest rose and fell faster now, his broad pecs flexing with each breath.

I leaned up and pressed a soft kiss to the underside of his shaft, then looked up at him with a teasing smile. “Ready to fill me again?”

Brody’s eyes darkened with fresh hunger. He crawled closer, his muscular body hovering over mine, the heat of him surrounding me. His thick cock brushed against my stomach, leaving a wet trail of precum on my skin.

“Yeah,” he breathed, voice rough and low. “I am going to breed you until you are dripping with me.”

The promise in his words sent a shiver through me. I could already feel my body responding, aching for him again. Brody was no longer the hesitant straight guy from yesterday. He was hungry now, determined, and clearly planning to take his time with me tonight.

And I was more than ready to let him.

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

Dylan had always been the kind of man who commanded every space he entered without even trying. Six foot five and two hundred and eighty pounds of pure powerlifting muscle, he moved through the gym like a force of nature. His shoulders were impossibly wide, his chest thick and heavy enough to stretch every tank top to its limit, and his legs looked carved from granite after years of squatting weights most men could only dream of lifting. A thick gold wedding ring sat on his left hand, catching the light whenever he gripped a barbell. Everyone knew he was married. Everyone knew he was straight. He made sure of it with the way he talked about his wife in the locker room, the way he bragged about how he fucked her rough and long, never once losing control.

I had seen him around the gym for months. I kept to myself, lifting in the corner, stealing glances when he stripped down after his sessions. His body was ridiculous. Broad back tapering to a tight waist, thick arms veined and pumped, and between his powerful thighs swung a heavy cock that even soft demanded attention. He never noticed me watching. To him I was just another guy in the gym, quiet and unremarkable.

Until that Thursday night.

The gym had emptied out early because of the late hour. I finished my workout and headed to the sauna to unwind, towel wrapped low around my waist. The heat hit me the second I stepped inside, thick and humid, wrapping around my skin like a second layer. I sat on the top bench and leaned back, letting the steam soak into my sore muscles.

A minute later, the door opened again. Dylan walked in, towering over everything, still glistening with sweat from his final set of deadlifts. He wore nothing but a small white towel that barely covered his massive thighs. The thick wedding ring on his finger caught the dim light as he sat down heavily on the bench across from me, legs spread wide without shame. Steam rose around his carved body, making the ridges of his abs and the deep cuts in his chest shine.

He let out a long sigh and rubbed a big hand over his face.

"Man, what a fucking session," he rumbled, voice deep and gravelly. "Leg day always wrecks me but it feels good. Wife is out of town again though. Third time this month. Leaves me with all this pent up energy and no outlet."

I nodded quietly, keeping my eyes on his face at first. "That sucks."

He laughed once, low and bitter. "You have no idea. She used to be all over me when we first got married. Now it is quick vanilla shit once a week if I am lucky. Never goes down on me anymore. Says it is too much work. Can you believe that? I am walking around with this constant ache in my balls and she acts like sucking cock is some big chore."

His eyes flicked to me for the first time, really looking. The heat in the sauna made everything feel closer, more intimate.

"I bet you know how to suck dick properly," he said suddenly, the words hanging heavy in the steamy air. "Being gay and all. No offense. Just saying. Girls these days don’t commit. They lick the tip a little then tap out. Never really worship it the way it deserves."

My pulse kicked up hard. I kept my voice steady. "Yeah. Some of us know what we are doing."

Dylan shifted on the wooden bench, his thick thighs spreading even wider. The small towel tented noticeably between his legs, the heavy outline of his cock starting to thicken from the conversation alone.

"I am not gay or anything," he added quickly, defensive edge creeping into his tone. "Just horny as hell and tired of jerking off in the shower like some teenager. Wife is gone for the night. One time would not hurt right? Just a quick release between bros. No homo. You down?"

The sauna felt ten degrees hotter. I looked at the massive married powerlifter sitting there with his wedding ring glinting and his cock already starting to strain against the thin towel.

I stood up slowly "Spread your legs wider then."

Dylan's eyes widened for half a second, surprise flashing across his rugged face. Then that cocky smirk returned. He leaned back against the wooden wall and hooked his hands behind his knees, pulling his powerful legs apart and up slightly. The towel fell open completely. His cock sprang free, thick and heavy, already more than halfway hard. The shaft was veined and long, the head fat and flushed dark red. A shiny bead of precum sat at the wide slit. His heavy balls hung low and full beneath it, drawn tight from the heat and the weeks of frustration.

"See?" he said, voice rough. "Just need to blow a load. Don’t make it weird man. I am still straight. This is just stress relief."

I dropped to my knees in front of him positioning myself between his spread legs. The wooden slats pressed warm against my skin. Dylan leaned forward slightly, gripped the back of my head with his left hand, and guided his thickening cock toward my lips.

The moment my mouth opened he pushed inside. He did not ease in gently. He fed the thick head past my lips and kept going, sliding deep until the fat crown bumped the entrance of my throat. I relaxed and took him, letting the full length stretch my mouth wide.

"Fuck," he breathed, voice rough with approval. "You didn’t even flinch."

He held my head steady and began to thrust. Slow at first, testing depth, then building steadily. Each forward push drove his cock deeper, filling my mouth completely. I kept my throat open and let him set the pace, breathing through my nose when he pulled back enough to allow it.

Dylan groaned low in his chest as he found a rhythm he liked. His hips rocked with more power, fucking my face with long, deliberate strokes. The wet sounds of my mouth working around him filled the small wooden room, mixing with the hiss of steam.

Spit began to gather quickly. Every time he pulled back a thick string connected my lips to his shaft. When he drove forward again the saliva coated him completely and started to drip. Bubbles formed at the corners of my stretched mouth, small and frothy, growing larger with each thrust before they burst and ran down my chin in messy trails.

He noticed immediately. His grip tightened on my head and a low appreciative sound escaped him.

"Damn. Look at all that mess you are making. Most mouths tighten up and try to stay neat. You just let it bubble and drip everywhere. I like that. Keep it sloppy. Let me see how wet you can get my cock."

His words sent heat through me. I relaxed even more and allowed the saliva to flow freely. The more he fucked my face the louder and wetter it became. Thick bubbles of spit formed around my lips with every withdrawal, then popped and reformed when he pushed back in. Rivers of saliva ran down his heavy shaft, soaking his balls and dripping onto the bench in steady drops.

Dylan’s breathing grew heavier. He leaned back against the hot wood and used both hands to hold my head now, guiding me exactly where he wanted. His powerful thighs flexed on either side of me as he drove deeper, chasing the tight heat of my throat.

"You are not backing off at all," he muttered between thrusts. "No matter how messy it gets. That is rare. Feels fucking good."

He picked up speed, hips snapping forward with controlled force. His cock slid in and out of my mouth with wet, disgusting sounds. Spit coated everything now, my chin, my neck, his balls, the bench beneath us. Bubbles continued to form and break at the seal of my lips, turning the entire act into a slick, glistening mess.

After several long minutes of steady face fucking Dylan’s rhythm faltered. His thighs tensed hard and his cock swelled thicker between my lips.

"Here it comes," he growled.

He buried himself deep and held. His cock pulsed strongly and then erupted. Thick heavy ropes of cum flooded my mouth and throat in powerful spurts. I swallowed what I could but he kept pumping, filling me until my mouth overflowed. When the final pulses slowed I pulled off slowly, lips swollen and shiny.

A thick mixture of his load and spit coated my tongue. I kept it there, letting it bubble slightly between my parted lips as I caught my breath.

Dylan looked down at me, chest rising and falling heavily, eyes dark with lingering hunger. His cock still stood half hard and glistening, twitching in the steamy air.

"Go again," he said, voice rough and low. "I have got a bit more left in me."

With his cum still resting in my mouth I leaned forward and took his cock back inside without hesitation. The salty taste mixed with fresh spit as I sealed my lips around his shaft again. I started sucking immediately, tongue swirling around the sensitive head while the messy combination of load and saliva made everything even slicker.

Dylan groaned deeply, one hand returning to the back of my head.

"Fuck yes. Still so wet. All that cum dripping around my cock while you suck. You really don’t care how filthy it gets."

I bobbed with steady rhythm, letting the mixture drip freely. Fresh bubbles formed at the corners of my mouth, frothy and white from the cum, then burst and ran down his shaft in thick creamy trails. The sounds grew louder and wetter, a constant slick gurgle as I worked him over.

He leaned back further and let me take control for a moment, watching intently as I sucked him messy and deep. His free hand rested on his thick thigh, fingers flexing each time I took him particularly deep.

"Most people would swallow and clean up," he murmured. "You just keep it all in your mouth and make it sloppier. I could get used to this after hard training days."

I hollowed my cheeks and sucked harder, tongue pressing firmly along the underside while the bubbling mixture coated every inch of him. Spit and cum ran down my chin in steady streams, dripping onto my chest and pooling on the wooden bench. The heat of the sauna made everything feel more intense, sweat mixing with the mess on my skin.

Dylan’s cock hardened fully again in my mouth. He started thrusting once more, fucking my face with renewed energy. Each push forced more bubbles to form and break, sending fresh rivulets of the creamy mixture down my neck.

"Keep going just like that," he panted. "Let it get everywhere. I want to see how messy you can make it before I finish again."

I did exactly that. I sucked with hungry, wet strokes, allowing the saliva and remaining cum to froth and drip without restraint. The entire lower half of his cock glistened with layers of spit and load. My chin and chest were soaked. Small puddles formed on the bench beneath my knees.

His breathing turned ragged. His powerful legs began to tremble slightly. The wedding ring on his left hand pressed firmly against my scalp as he held me in place for deeper thrusts.

"Shit... getting close again," he warned, voice strained.

I kept sucking through it, tongue working relentlessly while the messy sounds filled the sauna. Dylan’s hips jerked forward one final time and he groaned long and deep. A second, slightly smaller load pulsed into my mouth, mixing with everything already there. I held him inside until the last spurts faded, then pulled off slowly.

Thick strings of cum and spit connected my lips to his cock for a moment before breaking. I sat back on my heels, breathing hard, mouth and chin completely covered in the evidence of what we had done.

Dylan stared down at me for a long moment, chest still heaving, eyes heavy with satisfaction and something deeper. His cock hung heavy and spent between his legs, shiny and dripping.

"Damn. That was exactly what I needed after today’s workout." His voice stayed rough with satisfaction. His thick wedding ring caught the light as he wiped a bead of sweat from his brow. For a long moment he just stared down at me. His eyes moved over my swollen lips and my chin and chest streaked with his cum and spit.

Then he let out a low tired chuckle. "You really did not hold back at all. You took every inch. You let it get as filthy as it wanted. And you still came back for more with my load already in your mouth. Fuck."

He stood up slowly. His powerful legs were still a little unsteady. He wrapped the small white towel back around his waist. Dark wet spots bloomed across the fabric right away. Before he stepped out into the cooler air he glanced back one last time. His eyes lingered on the messy evidence all over me. "Wife gets back tomorrow. But shit. If she keeps leaving me like this I might have to find you in here again."

The unbreakable married powerlifter pushed the door open and disappeared. He left me alone in the steaming sauna with the thick taste of him still coating my tongue and the memory of his hunger burned into my skin.

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

Dylan had always been the kind of man who commanded every space he entered without even trying. Six foot five and two hundred and eighty pounds of pure power-lifting muscle, he moved through the gym like a force of nature. His shoulders were impossibly wide, his chest thick and heavy enough to stretch every tank top to its limit, and his legs looked carved from granite after years of squatting weights most men could only dream of lifting. A thick gold wedding ring sat on his left hand, catching the light whenever he gripped a barbell. Everyone knew he was married. Everyone knew he was straight. He made sure of it with the way he talked about his wife in the locker room, the way he bragged about how he fucked her rough and long, never once losing control.

I had seen him around the gym for months. I kept to myself, lifting in the corner, stealing glances when he stripped down after his sessions. His body was ridiculous. Broad back tapering to a tight waist, thick arms veined and pumped, and between his powerful thighs swung a heavy cock that even soft demanded attention. He never noticed me watching. To him I was just another guy in the gym, quiet and unremarkable.

Until that Thursday night.

The gym had emptied out early because of the late hour. I finished my workout and headed to the sauna to unwind, towel wrapped low around my waist. The heat hit me the second I stepped inside, thick and humid, wrapping around my skin like a second layer. I sat on the top bench and leaned back, letting the steam soak into my sore muscles.

A minute later, the door opened again. Dylan walked in, towering over everything, still glistening with sweat from his final set of deadlifts. He wore nothing but a small white towel that barely covered his massive thighs. The thick wedding ring on his finger caught the dim light as he sat down heavily on the bench across from me, legs spread wide without shame. Steam rose around his carved body, making the ridges of his abs and the deep cuts in his chest shine.

He let out a long sigh and rubbed a big hand over his face.

"Man, what a fucking session," he rumbled, voice deep and gravelly. "Leg day always wrecks me but it feels good. Wife is out of town again though. Third time this month. Leaves me with all this pent up energy and no outlet."

I nodded quietly, keeping my eyes on his face at first. "That sucks."

He laughed once, low and bitter. "You have no idea. She used to be all over me when we first got married. Now it is quick vanilla shit once a week if I am lucky. Never goes down on me anymore. Says it is too much work. Can you believe that? I am walking around with this constant ache in my balls and she acts like sucking cock is some big chore."

His eyes flicked to me for the first time, really looking. The heat in the sauna made everything feel closer, more intimate.

"I bet you know how to suck dick properly," he said suddenly, the words hanging heavy in the steamy air. "Being gay and all. No offense. Just saying. Girls these days don’t commit. They lick the tip a little then tap out. Never really worship it the way it deserves."

My pulse kicked up hard. I kept my voice steady. "Yeah. Some of us know what we are doing."

Dylan shifted on the wooden bench, his thick thighs spreading even wider. The small towel tented noticeably between his legs, the heavy outline of his cock starting to thicken from the conversation alone.

"I am not gay or anything," he added quickly, defensive edge creeping into his tone. "Just horny as hell and tired of jerking off in the shower like some teenager. Wife is gone for the night. One time would not hurt right? Just a quick release between bros. No homo. You down?"

The sauna felt ten degrees hotter. I looked at the massive married powerlifter sitting there with his wedding ring glinting and his cock already starting to strain against the thin towel.

I stood up slowly "Spread your legs wider then."

Dylan's eyes widened for half a second, surprise flashing across his rugged face. Then that cocky smirk returned. He leaned back against the wooden wall and hooked his hands behind his knees, pulling his powerful legs apart and up slightly. The towel fell open completely. His cock sprang free, thick and heavy, already more than halfway hard. The shaft was veined and long, the head fat and flushed dark red. A shiny bead of precum sat at the wide slit. His heavy balls hung low and full beneath it, drawn tight from the heat and the weeks of frustration.

"See?" he said, voice rough. "Just need to blow a load. Don’t make it weird man. I am still straight. This is just stress relief."

I dropped to my knees in front of him positioning myself between his spread legs. The wooden slats pressed warm against my skin. Dylan leaned forward slightly, gripped the back of my head with his left hand, and guided his thickening cock toward my lips.

The moment my mouth opened he pushed inside. He did not ease in gently. He fed the thick head past my lips and kept going, sliding deep until the fat crown bumped the entrance of my throat. I relaxed and took him, letting the full length stretch my mouth wide.

"Fuck," he breathed, voice rough with approval. "You didn’t even flinch."

He held my head steady and began to thrust. Slow at first, testing depth, then building steadily. Each forward push drove his cock deeper, filling my mouth completely. I kept my throat open and let him set the pace, breathing through my nose when he pulled back enough to allow it.

Dylan groaned low in his chest as he found a rhythm he liked. His hips rocked with more power, fucking my face with long, deliberate strokes. The wet sounds of my mouth working around him filled the small wooden room, mixing with the hiss of steam.

Spit began to gather quickly. Every time he pulled back a thick string connected my lips to his shaft. When he drove forward again the saliva coated him completely and started to drip. Bubbles formed at the corners of my stretched mouth, small and frothy, growing larger with each thrust before they burst and ran down my chin in messy trails.

He noticed immediately. His grip tightened on my head and a low appreciative sound escaped him.

"Damn. Look at all that mess you are making. Most mouths tighten up and try to stay neat. You just let it bubble and drip everywhere. I like that. Keep it sloppy. Let me see how wet you can get my cock."

His words sent heat through me. I relaxed even more and allowed the saliva to flow freely. The more he fucked my face the louder and wetter it became. Thick bubbles of spit formed around my lips with every withdrawal, then popped and reformed when he pushed back in. Rivers of saliva ran down his heavy shaft, soaking his balls and dripping onto the bench in steady drops.

Dylan’s breathing grew heavier. He leaned back against the hot wood and used both hands to hold my head now, guiding me exactly where he wanted. His powerful thighs flexed on either side of me as he drove deeper, chasing the tight heat of my throat.

"You are not backing off at all," he muttered between thrusts. "No matter how messy it gets. That is rare. Feels fucking good."

He picked up speed, hips snapping forward with controlled force. His cock slid in and out of my mouth with wet, disgusting sounds. Spit coated everything now, my chin, my neck, his balls, the bench beneath us. Bubbles continued to form and break at the seal of my lips, turning the entire act into a slick, glistening mess.

After several long minutes of steady face fucking Dylan’s rhythm faltered. His thighs tensed hard and his cock swelled thicker between my lips.

"Here it comes," he growled.

He buried himself deep and held. His cock pulsed strongly and then erupted. Thick heavy ropes of cum flooded my mouth and throat in powerful spurts. I swallowed what I could but he kept pumping, filling me until my mouth overflowed. When the final pulses slowed I pulled off slowly, lips swollen and shiny.

A thick mixture of his load and spit coated my tongue. I kept it there, letting it bubble slightly between my parted lips as I caught my breath.

Dylan looked down at me, chest rising and falling heavily, eyes dark with lingering hunger. His cock still stood half hard and glistening, twitching in the steamy air.

"Go again," he said, voice rough and low. "I have got a bit more left in me."

With his cum still resting in my mouth I leaned forward and took his cock back inside without hesitation. The salty taste mixed with fresh spit as I sealed my lips around his shaft again. I started sucking immediately, tongue swirling around the sensitive head while the messy combination of load and saliva made everything even slicker.

Dylan groaned deeply, one hand returning to the back of my head.

"Fuck yes. Still so wet. All that cum dripping around my cock while you suck. You really don’t care how filthy it gets."

I bobbed with steady rhythm, letting the mixture drip freely. Fresh bubbles formed at the corners of my mouth, frothy and white from the cum, then burst and ran down his shaft in thick creamy trails. The sounds grew louder and wetter, a constant slick gurgle as I worked him over.

He leaned back further and let me take control for a moment, watching intently as I sucked him messy and deep. His free hand rested on his thick thigh, fingers flexing each time I took him particularly deep.

"Most people would swallow and clean up," he murmured. "You just keep it all in your mouth and make it sloppier. I could get used to this after hard training days."

I hollowed my cheeks and sucked harder, tongue pressing firmly along the underside while the bubbling mixture coated every inch of him. Spit and cum ran down my chin in steady streams, dripping onto my chest and pooling on the wooden bench. The heat of the sauna made everything feel more intense, sweat mixing with the mess on my skin.

Dylan’s cock hardened fully again in my mouth. He started thrusting once more, fucking my face with renewed energy. Each push forced more bubbles to form and break, sending fresh rivulets of the creamy mixture down my neck.

"Keep going just like that," he panted. "Let it get everywhere. I want to see how messy you can make it before I finish again."

I did exactly that. I sucked with hungry, wet strokes, allowing the saliva and remaining cum to froth and drip without restraint. The entire lower half of his cock glistened with layers of spit and load. My chin and chest were soaked. Small puddles formed on the bench beneath my knees.

His breathing turned ragged. His powerful legs began to tremble slightly. The wedding ring on his left hand pressed firmly against my scalp as he held me in place for deeper thrusts.

"Shit... getting close again," he warned, voice strained.

I kept sucking through it, tongue working relentlessly while the messy sounds filled the sauna. Dylan’s hips jerked forward one final time and he groaned long and deep. A second, slightly smaller load pulsed into my mouth, mixing with everything already there. I held him inside until the last spurts faded, then pulled off slowly.

Thick strings of cum and spit connected my lips to his cock for a moment before breaking. I sat back on my heels, breathing hard, mouth and chin completely covered in the evidence of what we had done.

Dylan stared down at me for a long moment, chest still heaving, eyes heavy with satisfaction and something deeper. His cock hung heavy and spent between his legs, shiny and dripping.

"Damn. That was exactly what I needed after today’s workout." His voice stayed rough with satisfaction. His thick wedding ring caught the light as he wiped a bead of sweat from his brow. For a long moment he just stared down at me. His eyes moved over my swollen lips and my chin and chest streaked with his cum and spit.

Then he let out a low tired chuckle. "You really did not hold back at all. You took every inch. You let it get as filthy as it wanted. And you still came back for more with my load already in your mouth. Fuck."

He stood up slowly. His powerful legs were still a little unsteady. He wrapped the small white towel back around his waist. Dark wet spots bloomed across the fabric right away. Before he stepped out into the cooler air he glanced back one last time. His eyes lingered on the messy evidence all over me. "Wife gets back tomorrow. But shit. If she keeps leaving me like this I might have to find you in here again."

The unbreakable married powerlifter pushed the door open and disappeared. He left me alone in the steaming sauna with the thick taste of him still coating my tongue and the memory of his hunger burned into my skin.

Everyone is 18+ and the situations are fully consensual.

Trent, the delivery guy, showed up right on schedule most afternoons now. Sometimes with a package. Sometimes he just rolled up anyway after a long shift and knocked like we had already started some kind of routine.

Today, he dropped a small box on the porch then gave me that easy grin through the screen door.

“Mind if I sit for five minutes?" he asked. “These legs are toast after twenty miles in this heat.”

I told him of course and stepped aside to let him in.

He walked straight to the couch and dropped down heavy. His thick thighs spread wide the second he sat. Those black cycling shorts rode up high again showing off every inch of tanned muscle. The fabric stretched so tight across his quads it looked like it might rip if he flexed too hard.

He stretched his legs out long and groaned. “Man these things are killing me today,” he said , slapping one quad so the sound cracked loud in the room. I laughed and sat across from him trying to keep it casual.

“You always ride that far?" I asked.

Trent nodded and wiped sweat from his forehead with the bottom of his shirt.

“Every damn day,” he said. “But I love it. Love training legs. The burn feels good. Heat can be a pain in the ass though.” He laughed low and deep like it was the funniest thing.

The conversation stayed light and bantery. I told him about staring at my screen all morning trying to finish some code and he shook his head. “No way I could sit still that long," he said. “I would lose my mind. You got the easy job.”

I joked back that at least I did not have to dodge crazy drivers and he grinned wider. We talked about his route and some hill that nearly smoked him earlier. All the while my eyes kept drifting down to those massive quads. They looked even thicker today. Veins popped under the skin from the ride. Sweat made the muscle shine under the thin fabric.

Then he casually offered me a feel as if he knew that I had been staring at his legs all this time.

“Here check this out” he said “After twenty miles these get solid as rock.” He flexed his right quad right there on the couch. The muscle jumped and hardened pushing the shorts even tighter. I reached over slow trying to act like it was no big deal between dudes. My fingers pressed into the warm hard muscle through the thin fabric.

“Fuck man these are insane” I said before I could stop myself. The quad felt like warm stone under my palm. Dense and powerful. Trent flexed again when I squeezed and the muscle bulged bigger swelling against my hand.

“See what I mean,” he laughed. “Rock hard right.”

I kept my voice steady and gave it another appreciative squeeze. “Yeah these are no joke," I told him. “You really put in the work.”

The scent of sweat and effort filled the room. Clean masculine heat from hours on the bike mixed with something deeper that made my pulse race. I could feel the heat of his skin coming right through the shorts. My own body felt small next to all that power but the sight of those thighs up close was doing things to me I could not ignore.

Trent laughed it off easy. “I love training legs," he said again. “Love cycling. The heat sucks sometimes but the results speak for themselves.” He let me keep my hand there a few seconds longer while we kept talking about nothing important. Then he finally stood up and stretched those quads one last time. “Gotta finish the deliveries” he told me. “But I will swing by again if that’s cool.”

I nodded and gave him a fist bump on the way out. The door closed behind him and I sat there for a long minute replaying the feel of that warm quad under my hand. The way it flexed. The way it strained against the fabric. The scent that still lingered in the air. I knew these stops were going to happen more often now and the thought made my cock twitch before I could even stand up.

A few days later, Trent knocked like usual but this time he looked beat. He dropped onto the couch heavier than normal and let out a low whimper.

“Aah aah fuck. These things are wrecked,” he groaned, stretching his legs out long. The black cycling shorts pulled tight across his massive quads and I could see every deep cut of muscle straining against the fabric.

I felt the spark hit me hard and the words were out before I could stop myself. “I can work on them if you want," I said, trying to sound casual.

Trent looked at me and his face lit up. “Fuck man you serious? Thanks bro. You are a fucking savior” he said.

He leaned back and spread those thick thighs wider. The fabric strained hard around the meat of his legs. I dropped to my knees in front of the couch so I was eye level with the muscle. My hands went straight to his right quad first. The skin was warm and damp with leftover sweat from the ride. I pressed my thumbs and fingers deep into the thick meat working out the knots with slow firm strokes.

Trent let out a subtle moan right away. “Shit fuck bro right there,” he said when I hit a tight spot.

“Press harder.”

I dug in deeper and the quad jumped under my touch. The muscle was so dense it felt like it could crush stone. I watched his face as I worked him. His eyes half closed his mouth parted just a little exactly like the expression guys get when their dick is getting sucked good and slow. I worked both hands up and down the full length feeling every ridge and swell.

Trent moaned again low and deep. “Yeah just like that, dude” he breathed. “Harder.”

The conversation stayed light and bro-like between us. He joked about how dudes help each other out all the time.

“Thanks man,” he said. “I owe you one.”

I joked back that I did not mind at all and I looked up at him with a little mischief in my eyes while my hands kept working higher on his thigh.

My hands roamed higher each time. The fabric strain became impossible to ignore. The shorts were stretched to the absolute limit now. Every press made the muscle twitch and bulge bigger under my palms. Trent shifted on the couch and I noticed the bulge in front starting to thicken fast. His cock was getting hard from the touch. The outline pushed against the thin material thick and obvious.

I felt the first real rush of filthy temptation flood through me. My own cock was rock hard in my shorts. The words slipped out before I could think twice.

“Want me to help you with that?”

The question hung in the air between us.

Trent moaned again when I hit another knot but then he blinked hard like he had just snapped back to reality.

“Uh it’s cool man," he said, his voice a little rougher now.

He sat up abruptly and fast.

“I’ve gotta finish the rest of the deliveries,” he said but the words came out quickly like he was trying to convince himself more than me.

I pulled my hands back slowly. “Sorry about that," I said.

“Nah bro” he replied. “I really do have to finish the deliveries.”

I got up and looked at him. “You sure I did not uh say too much?”

Trent smiled that easy grin again. “I am sure,” he said.

The bulge in his shorts was still there straining hard. He adjusted quickly and headed for the door.

Then he stopped in the doorway and turned back.

“How about I swing by after I finish my deliveries?" he asked. “Maybe like after seven?”

I grinned wide. “Oh for sure,” I told him.

“I’ll be free. Just drop by when you are done.”

Trent nodded, smiled and walked out to his bike. I stood at the window and watched him swing one thick leg over the frame. Those massive quads flexed hard as he pushed off and started pedaling down the street. My mind was already spinning with filthy thoughts for the evening.

Everyone is 18+ and the situations are fully consensual.

A few days had passed since that first heavy delivery. I kept ordering random stuff online like always. Not because I needed it but because the afternoon deliveries had suddenly become the best part of my day. Trent showed up right on schedule most afternoons now. Sometimes with a package. Sometimes he just rolled up anyway after a long shift and knocked like we had already started some kind of routine.

Today, he dropped a small box on the porch then gave me that easy grin through the screen door.

“Mind if I sit for five minutes?" he asked. “These legs are toast after twenty miles in this heat.”

I told him of course and stepped aside to let him in.

He walked straight to the couch and dropped down heavy. His thick thighs spread wide the second he sat. Those black cycling shorts rode up high again showing off every inch of tanned muscle. The fabric stretched so tight across his quads it looked like it might rip if he flexed too hard.

He stretched his legs out long and groaned. “Man these things are killing me today,” he said , slapping one quad so the sound cracked loud in the room. I laughed and sat across from him trying to keep it casual.

“You always ride that far?" I asked.

Trent nodded and wiped sweat from his forehead with the bottom of his shirt.

“Every damn day,” he said. “But I love it. Love training legs. The burn feels good. Heat can be a pain in the ass though.” He laughed low and deep like it was the funniest thing.

The conversation stayed light and bantery. I told him about staring at my screen all morning trying to finish some code and he shook his head. “No way I could sit still that long," he said. “I would lose my mind. You got the easy job.”

I joked back that at least I did not have to dodge crazy drivers and he grinned wider. We talked about his route and some hill that nearly smoked him earlier. All the while my eyes kept drifting down to those massive quads. They looked even thicker today. Veins popped under the skin from the ride. Sweat made the muscle shine under the thin fabric.

Then he casually offered me a feel as if he knew that I had been staring at his legs all this time.

“Here check this out” he said “After twenty miles these get solid as rock.” He flexed his right quad right there on the couch. The muscle jumped and hardened pushing the shorts even tighter. I reached over slow trying to act like it was no big deal between dudes. My fingers pressed into the warm hard muscle through the thin fabric.

“Fuck man these are insane” I said before I could stop myself. The quad felt like warm stone under my palm. Dense and powerful. Trent flexed again when I squeezed and the muscle bulged bigger swelling against my hand.

“See what I mean,” he laughed. “Rock hard right.”

I kept my voice steady and gave it another appreciative squeeze. “Yeah these are no joke," I told him. “You really put in the work.”

The scent of sweat and effort filled the room. Clean masculine heat from hours on the bike mixed with something deeper that made my pulse race. I could feel the heat of his skin coming right through the shorts. My own body felt small next to all that power but the sight of those thighs up close was doing things to me I could not ignore.

Trent laughed it off easy. “I love training legs," he said again. “Love cycling. The heat sucks sometimes but the results speak for themselves.” He let me keep my hand there a few seconds longer while we kept talking about nothing important. Then he finally stood up and stretched those quads one last time. “Gotta finish the deliveries” he told me. “But I will swing by again if that’s cool.”

I nodded and gave him a fist bump on the way out. The door closed behind him and I sat there for a long minute replaying the feel of that warm quad under my hand. The way it flexed. The way it strained against the fabric. The scent that still lingered in the air. I knew these stops were going to happen more often now and the thought made my cock twitch before I could even stand up.

A few days later, Trent knocked like usual but this time he looked beat. He dropped onto the couch heavier than normal and let out a low whimper.

“Aah aah fuck. These things are wrecked,” he groaned, stretching his legs out long. The black cycling shorts pulled tight across his massive quads and I could see every deep cut of muscle straining against the fabric.

I felt the spark hit me hard and the words were out before I could stop myself. “I can work on them if you want," I said, trying to sound casual.

Trent looked at me and his face lit up. “Fuck man you serious? Thanks bro. You are a fucking savior” he said.

He leaned back and spread those thick thighs wider. The fabric strained hard around the meat of his legs. I dropped to my knees in front of the couch so I was eye level with the muscle. My hands went straight to his right quad first. The skin was warm and damp with leftover sweat from the ride. I pressed my thumbs and fingers deep into the thick meat working out the knots with slow firm strokes.

Trent let out a subtle moan right away. “Shit fuck bro right there,” he said when I hit a tight spot.

“Press harder.”

I dug in deeper and the quad jumped under my touch. The muscle was so dense it felt like it could crush stone. I watched his face as I worked him. His eyes half closed his mouth parted just a little exactly like the expression guys get when their dick is getting sucked good and slow. I worked both hands up and down the full length feeling every ridge and swell.

Trent moaned again low and deep. “Yeah just like that, dude” he breathed. “Harder.”

The conversation stayed light and bro-like between us. He joked about how dudes help each other out all the time.

“Thanks man,” he said. “I owe you one.”

I joked back that I did not mind at all and I looked up at him with a little mischief in my eyes while my hands kept working higher on his thigh.

My hands roamed higher each time. The fabric strain became impossible to ignore. The shorts were stretched to the absolute limit now. Every press made the muscle twitch and bulge bigger under my palms. Trent shifted on the couch and I noticed the bulge in front starting to thicken fast. His cock was getting hard from the touch. The outline pushed against the thin material thick and obvious.

I felt the first real rush of filthy temptation flood through me. My own cock was rock hard in my shorts. The words slipped out before I could think twice.

“Want me to help you with that?”

The question hung in the air between us.

Trent moaned again when I hit another knot but then he blinked hard like he had just snapped back to reality.

“Uh it’s cool man," he said, his voice a little rougher now.

He sat up abruptly and fast.

“I’ve gotta finish the rest of the deliveries,” he said but the words came out quickly like he was trying to convince himself more than me.

I pulled my hands back slowly. “Sorry about that," I said.

“Nah bro” he replied. “I really do have to finish the deliveries.”

I got up and looked at him. “You sure I did not uh say too much?”

Trent smiled that easy grin again. “I am sure,” he said.

The bulge in his shorts was still there straining hard. He adjusted quickly and headed for the door.

Then he stopped in the doorway and turned back.

“How about I swing by after I finish my deliveries?" he asked. “Maybe like after seven?”

I grinned wide. “Oh for sure,” I told him.

“I’ll be free. Just drop by when you are done.”

Trent nodded, smiled and walked out to his bike. I stood at the window and watched him swing one thick leg over the frame. Those massive quads flexed hard as he pushed off and started pedaling down the street. My mind was already spinning with filthy thoughts for the evening.

Everyone is 18+ and all situations are fully consensual.

My straight divorced neighbor Brody showed me his secret bucket list after his wife left him. One of the first things he wanted was a proper no hands blowjob while I looked up at him. So the very next night I got on my knees between his thick thighs and took his heavy cock into my mouth. He was fucking huge and every time he slipped out I instinctively used my hands to guide him back between my lips.

Brody’s words still hung in the air between us.

“I saw something in a porn video once… What do you think about tying up your hands?”

I was pleasantly surprised by how quickly he was opening up. Only one night after showing me his list, Brody was already suggesting something more intense. The shy, nervous straight guy from yesterday was starting to show a different side, and I liked it.

I smiled up at him from my knees. “You mean handcuffs?”

Brody nodded, his cheeks still flushed but his eyes darker now.

I stood up slowly. “Let me see what I have.”

I walked to my bedroom and came back a moment later holding a pair of soft pink fabric handcuffs. They were simple, comfortable, and strong enough for what we needed.

When I returned to the living room, Brody was standing by the couch, completely naked. His thick eight-inch cock stood out at a proud ninety-degree angle, hard and heavy.

I held the handcuffs out to him with a playful smile. “Tie me up, boss.”

Brody let out a short, nervous laugh as he took the cuffs from my hands. His broad shoulders squared as he stepped closer. I put both my hands together in front of me and gave him a soft, submissive look.

He carefully wrapped the soft pink fabric around my wrists and clicked the cuffs shut. The material was gentle against my skin, but the restraint was real. I tested them lightly. My hands were now locked together.

Brody stepped back and sat down on the couch again, legs spread wide. His hard cock pointed straight up, thick and glistening from my earlier work.

“This will keep those hands away,” he said, voice low and rough.

I carefully lowered myself back down to my knees, wrists bound in front of me. It took a little maneuvering, but I managed to shuffle closer to his crotch. I leaned in, tilted my head, and slowly took his cock back into my mouth. The angle was tricky with my hands cuffed, and I let out a small laugh around his thickness.

“Fuck…just put it in me already”

Brody smiled, looking more relaxed and open than before. He watched me intently as I started sucking him again, lips sliding up and down his thick shaft.

I took my time, moving slowly, letting my tongue swirl around the head and along the veined underside. Every bob of my head made wet, sloppy sounds echo in the quiet room.

After a few minutes, Brody suddenly pulled his cock out of my mouth with a wet pop. He stood up, towering over me. Naked, muscular, and confident. From my position on the floor I had a perfect view upward — his heavy pecs, the defined ridges of his abs, the powerful V-lines leading down to his thick, hard cock that pointed straight at my face.

He looked down at me, eyes intense.

“Let me fuck your face,” he said, voice deeper than I had ever heard it.

I was pleasantly surprised again. A slow grin spread across my face.

“Brodyyy… I like this side of you.”

He gave a small, almost shy smile, but there was clear heat behind it. “Yeah,” he said, stepping closer. “I always had this dominant side inside me.”

Both of his big hands came up to the back of my head, fingers sliding into my hair. He gently but firmly gripped my hair and pointed the head of his cock toward my mouth.

“But my wife was barely interested in having sex,” he continued, voice rough as he held me in place. “So I could never try these things out with her.”

I looked up at him, eyes locked on his, and said softly, “Well, you’ve got me now. You can try whatever you want.”

Then I slid my mouth over his thick cock, taking him in as deep as I could from this new standing angle. The position made it easier for his cock to slide straight down my throat.

I tried to take him further, but I could only get about three quarters of the way before my throat resisted. Still, it was closer than I had managed on my knees. I looked up at Brody’s face while I held him there. His eyes were closed, head tilted back, lips slightly parted. He looked like he was having the best moment of his life.

His left hand moved from the back to the top of my head. His fingers slid into my hair and gripped firmly.

“Stay right there,” he said, voice low and rough. “And open your mouth wide.”

I did exactly what he told me. I liked following his instructions. I relaxed my jaw and opened as wide as I could, eyes still locked on his face.

Brody started moving his hips. Slowly at first. He pushed forward, and this time his thick cock slid past the point where I had always stopped on my own. My nose brushed against the short hair at the base of his cock. The feeling of being so full, so completely taken, sent a shiver through me.

He began to fuck my face with steady, controlled thrusts. Each push sent his heavy cock gliding over my tongue and deep into my throat. The sensation was intense. The thick head stretched my throat open, the veined shaft sliding against the tight walls. Every time he pulled back I could breathe for half a second before he pushed in again, filling me completely.

Brody’s grunting grew heavier. Low, deep sounds escaped his chest with every thrust. His breathing was loud and ragged. His hips started moving faster, the pace building. The wet, rhythmic sound of his cock sliding in and out of my mouth filled the room.

He suddenly pulled his cock all the way out, leaving me gasping for air. Thick strings of spit connected my lips to his glistening shaft. He gave me only a few seconds to breathe before he pushed back in, deeper this time.

“Look up at me while you suck that big cock,” he ordered, voice thick with lust.

I tilted my head back slightly and looked straight up at him. A grin had formed on his face, raw and satisfied. He started fucking my face again, harder now. His hips snapped forward with more force. Gluck. Gluck. The disgusting wet sounds grew louder as spit pooled in my mouth and spilled down my chin.

His cock was buried deep with every thrust, stretching my throat wide. I could feel every vein, every pulse of his thick shaft as he used my mouth.

He looked down at me again, eyes dark and hungry.

“Can I cum inside your throat?” he asked, voice strained.

With his cock still buried halfway in my mouth, I looked up at his handsome face and nodded slowly, up and down.

Brody let out a low laugh, almost disbelieving. “Okay…I am close”

He gripped my hair tighter and started fucking my face harder. His abs contracted visibly with every powerful thrust. His heavy thighs flexed. His hips drove forward with purpose. I could feel him getting closer, his cock swelling even thicker in my throat.

Then he groaned loudly, the sound deep and raw. His entire body tensed. His cock pulsed hard as the first thick rope of cum shot straight down my throat. He kept thrusting through it, grunting with every spurt, feeding me load after load. I held him deep, throat working around him as I swallowed everything he gave me.

When the last pulse finally faded, Brody slowly pulled his cock out of my mouth. It slid free, shiny with my spit and streaked with thin white lines of his cum. I leaned forward and gave the head one slow, gentle suck, cleaning the last drops.

Brody collapsed back onto the couch, his powerful body sinking deep into the cushions. His chest heaved, thick thighs spread wide, and a dazed, satisfied expression covered his face.

“Fuck… that was…” he breathed, unable to finish the sentence.

I slowly got up from my knees, wrists still cuffed in front of me. “Best head you’ve ever gotten?”

Brody let out a heavy, manly laugh that rumbled from deep in his chest. “Obviously… Dude, thanks man.”

I held both my cuffed hands out toward him. “You want to help me take these off? Or is your plan to go for another round?”

He laughed again, the sound warm and tired. His big hands reached forward and carefully uncuffed me. The rough, manly touch of his fingers against my wrists sent a strong jolt straight to my cock.

“As much as I would like that,” he said, voice still rough, “my cock needs to rest after that.”

I took the cuffs from him and smiled.

Brody leaned back for a moment, catching his breath. “Thanks man… Really. Like you have no fucking clue how that felt.”

“Trust me, I know,” I replied, smirking. “But I am glad I could help out.”

Brody slowly stood up. He pulled his boxers and shorts back up his thick thighs, adjusting himself with a satisfied sigh. “Yeah man…”

I watched him for a second, then added, “Now you don’t have to hesitate to try the other items off your horny list.”

Brody laughed softly as he walked toward the door. “Honestly? After tonight… I am definitely going to have you check off number two off my bucket list.”

I smiled. “Goodnight, Brody.”

“Night, Finn.”

The door clicked shut behind him.

I turned back into the quiet apartment, still tasting his cum down my throat. I wiped the corner of my lip with my thumb, feeling the wetness there. My own cock was hard as fuck, throbbing inside my underwear.

Fuck. Watching that straight, thick-bodied man slowly lose control and take what he wanted had me more turned on than I had been in a long time. One item down. Three more to go. And after tonight, I had a strong feeling Brody was going to want them all… and then some.

Everyone is 18+ and all situations are fully consensual.

My straight divorced neighbor Brody showed me his secret bucket list after his wife left him. One of the first things he wanted was a proper no hands blowjob while I looked up at him. So the very next night I got on my knees between his thick thighs and took his heavy cock into my mouth. He was fucking huge and every time he slipped out I instinctively used my hands to guide him back between my lips.

Brody’s words still hung in the air between us.

“I saw something in a porn video once… What do you think about tying up your hands?”

I was pleasantly surprised by how quickly he was opening up. Only one night after showing me his list, Brody was already suggesting something more intense. The shy, nervous straight guy from yesterday was starting to show a different side, and I liked it.

I smiled up at him from my knees. “You mean handcuffs?”

Brody nodded, his cheeks still flushed but his eyes darker now.

I stood up slowly. “Let me see what I have.”

I walked to my bedroom and came back a moment later holding a pair of soft pink fabric handcuffs. They were simple, comfortable, and strong enough for what we needed.

When I returned to the living room, Brody was standing by the couch, completely naked. His thick eight-inch cock stood out at a proud ninety-degree angle, hard and heavy.

I held the handcuffs out to him with a playful smile. “Tie me up, boss.”

Brody let out a short, nervous laugh as he took the cuffs from my hands. His broad shoulders squared as he stepped closer. I put both my hands together in front of me and gave him a soft, submissive look.

He carefully wrapped the soft pink fabric around my wrists and clicked the cuffs shut. The material was gentle against my skin, but the restraint was real. I tested them lightly. My hands were now locked together.

Brody stepped back and sat down on the couch again, legs spread wide. His hard cock pointed straight up, thick and glistening from my earlier work.

“This will keep those hands away,” he said, voice low and rough.

I carefully lowered myself back down to my knees, wrists bound in front of me. It took a little maneuvering, but I managed to shuffle closer to his crotch. I leaned in, tilted my head, and slowly took his cock back into my mouth. The angle was tricky with my hands cuffed, and I let out a small laugh around his thickness.

“Fuck…just put it in me already”

Brody smiled, looking more relaxed and open than before. He watched me intently as I started sucking him again, lips sliding up and down his thick shaft.

I took my time, moving slowly, letting my tongue swirl around the head and along the veined underside. Every bob of my head made wet, sloppy sounds echo in the quiet room.

After a few minutes, Brody suddenly pulled his cock out of my mouth with a wet pop. He stood up, towering over me. Naked, muscular, and confident. From my position on the floor I had a perfect view upward — his heavy pecs, the defined ridges of his abs, the powerful V-lines leading down to his thick, hard cock that pointed straight at my face.

He looked down at me, eyes intense.

“Let me fuck your face,” he said, voice deeper than I had ever heard it.

I was pleasantly surprised again. A slow grin spread across my face.

“Brodyyy… I like this side of you.”

He gave a small, almost shy smile, but there was clear heat behind it. “Yeah,” he said, stepping closer. “I always had this dominant side inside me.”

Both of his big hands came up to the back of my head, fingers sliding into my hair. He gently but firmly gripped my hair and pointed the head of his cock toward my mouth.

“But my wife was barely interested in having sex,” he continued, voice rough as he held me in place. “So I could never try these things out with her.”

I looked up at him, eyes locked on his, and said softly, “Well, you’ve got me now. You can try whatever you want.”

Then I slid my mouth over his thick cock, taking him in as deep as I could from this new standing angle. The position made it easier for his cock to slide straight down my throat.

I tried to take him further, but I could only get about three quarters of the way before my throat resisted. Still, it was closer than I had managed on my knees. I looked up at Brody’s face while I held him there. His eyes were closed, head tilted back, lips slightly parted. He looked like he was having the best moment of his life.

His left hand moved from the back to the top of my head. His fingers slid into my hair and gripped firmly.

“Stay right there,” he said, voice low and rough. “And open your mouth wide.”

I did exactly what he told me. I liked following his instructions. I relaxed my jaw and opened as wide as I could, eyes still locked on his face.

Brody started moving his hips. Slowly at first. He pushed forward, and this time his thick cock slid past the point where I had always stopped on my own. My nose brushed against the short hair at the base of his cock. The feeling of being so full, so completely taken, sent a shiver through me.

He began to fuck my face with steady, controlled thrusts. Each push sent his heavy cock gliding over my tongue and deep into my throat. The sensation was intense. The thick head stretched my throat open, the veined shaft sliding against the tight walls. Every time he pulled back I could breathe for half a second before he pushed in again, filling me completely.

Brody’s grunting grew heavier. Low, deep sounds escaped his chest with every thrust. His breathing was loud and ragged. His hips started moving faster, the pace building. The wet, rhythmic sound of his cock sliding in and out of my mouth filled the room.

He suddenly pulled his cock all the way out, leaving me gasping for air. Thick strings of spit connected my lips to his glistening shaft. He gave me only a few seconds to breathe before he pushed back in, deeper this time.

“Look up at me while you suck that big cock,” he ordered, voice thick with lust.

I tilted my head back slightly and looked straight up at him. A grin had formed on his face, raw and satisfied. He started fucking my face again, harder now. His hips snapped forward with more force. Gluck. Gluck. The disgusting wet sounds grew louder as spit pooled in my mouth and spilled down my chin.

His cock was buried deep with every thrust, stretching my throat wide. I could feel every vein, every pulse of his thick shaft as he used my mouth.

He looked down at me again, eyes dark and hungry.

“Can I cum inside your throat?” he asked, voice strained.

With his cock still buried halfway in my mouth, I looked up at his handsome face and nodded slowly, up and down.

Brody let out a low laugh, almost disbelieving. “Okay…I am close”

He gripped my hair tighter and started fucking my face harder. His abs contracted visibly with every powerful thrust. His heavy thighs flexed. His hips drove forward with purpose. I could feel him getting closer, his cock swelling even thicker in my throat.

Then he groaned loudly, the sound deep and raw. His entire body tensed. His cock pulsed hard as the first thick rope of cum shot straight down my throat. He kept thrusting through it, grunting with every spurt, feeding me load after load. I held him deep, throat working around him as I swallowed everything he gave me.

When the last pulse finally faded, Brody slowly pulled his cock out of my mouth. It slid free, shiny with my spit and streaked with thin white lines of his cum. I leaned forward and gave the head one slow, gentle suck, cleaning the last drops.

Brody collapsed back onto the couch, his powerful body sinking deep into the cushions. His chest heaved, thick thighs spread wide, and a dazed, satisfied expression covered his face.

“Fuck… that was…” he breathed, unable to finish the sentence.

I slowly got up from my knees, wrists still cuffed in front of me. “Best head you’ve ever gotten?”

Brody let out a heavy, manly laugh that rumbled from deep in his chest. “Obviously… Dude, thanks man.”

I held both my cuffed hands out toward him. “You want to help me take these off? Or is your plan to go for another round?”

He laughed again, the sound warm and tired. His big hands reached forward and carefully uncuffed me. The rough, manly touch of his fingers against my wrists sent a strong jolt straight to my cock.

“As much as I would like that,” he said, voice still rough, “my cock needs to rest after that.”

I took the cuffs from him and smiled.

Brody leaned back for a moment, catching his breath. “Thanks man… Really. Like you have no fucking clue how that felt.”

“Trust me, I know,” I replied, smirking. “But I am glad I could help out.”

Brody slowly stood up. He pulled his boxers and shorts back up his thick thighs, adjusting himself with a satisfied sigh. “Yeah man…”

I watched him for a second, then added, “Now you don’t have to hesitate to try the other items off your horny list.”

Brody laughed softly as he walked toward the door. “Honestly? After tonight… I am definitely going to have you check off number two off my bucket list.”

I smiled. “Goodnight, Brody.”

“Night, Finn.”

The door clicked shut behind him.

I turned back into the quiet apartment, still tasting his cum down my throat. I wiped the corner of my lip with my thumb, feeling the wetness there. My own cock was hard as fuck, throbbing inside my underwear.

Fuck. Watching that straight, thick-bodied man slowly lose control and take what he wanted had me more turned on than I had been in a long time. One item down. Three more to go. And after tonight, I had a strong feeling Brody was going to want them all… and then some.

Everyone is 18+ and all situations are fully consensual.

Brody’s words still hung in the air between us.

“I saw something in a porn video once… What do you think about tying up your hands?”

I was pleasantly surprised by how quickly he was opening up. Only one night after showing me his list, Brody was already suggesting something more intense. The shy, nervous straight neighbor from yesterday was starting to show a different side, and I liked it.

I smiled up at him from my knees. “You mean handcuffs?”

Brody nodded, his cheeks still flushed but his eyes darker now.

I stood up slowly. “Let me see what I have.”

I walked to my bedroom and came back a moment later holding a pair of soft pink fabric handcuffs. They were simple, comfortable, and strong enough for what we needed.

When I returned to the living room, Brody was standing by the couch, completely naked. His thick eight-inch cock stood out at a proud ninety-degree angle, hard and heavy.

I held the handcuffs out to him with a playful smile. “Tie me up, boss.”

Brody let out a short, nervous laugh as he took the cuffs from my hands. His broad shoulders squared as he stepped closer. I put both my hands together in front of me and gave him a soft, submissive look.

He carefully wrapped the soft pink fabric around my wrists and clicked the cuffs shut. The material was gentle against my skin, but the restraint was real. I tested them lightly. My hands were now locked together.

Brody stepped back and sat down on the couch again, legs spread wide. His hard cock pointed straight up, thick and glistening from my earlier work.

“This will keep those hands away,” he said, voice low and rough.

I carefully lowered myself back down to my knees, wrists bound in front of me. It took a little maneuvering, but I managed to shuffle closer to his crotch. I leaned in, tilted my head, and slowly took his cock back into my mouth. The angle was tricky with my hands cuffed, and I let out a small laugh around his thickness.

“Fuck…just put it in me already”

Brody smiled, looking more relaxed and open than before. He watched me intently as I started sucking him again, lips sliding up and down his thick shaft.

I took my time, moving slowly, letting my tongue swirl around the head and along the veined underside. Every bob of my head made wet, sloppy sounds echo in the quiet room.

After a few minutes, Brody suddenly pulled his cock out of my mouth with a wet pop. He stood up, towering over me. Naked, muscular, and confident. From my position on the floor I had a perfect view upward — his heavy pecs, the defined ridges of his abs, the powerful V-lines leading down to his thick, hard cock that pointed straight at my face.

He looked down at me, eyes intense.

“Let me fuck your face,” he said, voice deeper than I had ever heard it.

I was pleasantly surprised again. A slow grin spread across my face.

“Brodyyy… I like this side of you.”

He gave a small, almost shy smile, but there was clear heat behind it. “Yeah,” he said, stepping closer. “I always had this dominant side inside me.”

Both of his big hands came up to the back of my head, fingers sliding into my hair. He gently but firmly gripped my hair and pointed the head of his cock toward my mouth.

“But my wife was barely interested in having sex,” he continued, voice rough as he held me in place. “So I could never try these things out with her.”

I looked up at him, eyes locked on his, and said softly, “Well, you’ve got me now. You can try whatever you want.”

Then I slid my mouth over his thick cock, taking him in as deep as I could from this new standing angle. The position made it easier for his cock to slide straight down my throat.

I tried to take him further, but I could only get about three quarters of the way before my throat resisted. Still, it was closer than I had managed on my knees. I looked up at Brody’s face while I held him there. His eyes were closed, head tilted back, lips slightly parted. He looked like he was having the best moment of his life.

His left hand moved from the back to the top of my head. His fingers slid into my hair and gripped firmly.

“Stay right there,” he said, voice low and rough. “And open your mouth wide.”

I did exactly what he told me. I liked following his instructions. I relaxed my jaw and opened as wide as I could, eyes still locked on his face.

Brody started moving his hips. Slowly at first. He pushed forward, and this time his thick cock slid past the point where I had always stopped on my own. My nose brushed against the short hair at the base of his cock. The feeling of being so full, so completely taken, sent a shiver through me.

He began to fuck my face with steady, controlled thrusts. Each push sent his heavy cock gliding over my tongue and deep into my throat. The sensation was intense. The thick head stretched my throat open, the veined shaft sliding against the tight walls. Every time he pulled back I could breathe for half a second before he pushed in again, filling me completely.

Brody’s grunting grew heavier. Low, deep sounds escaped his chest with every thrust. His breathing was loud and ragged. His hips started moving faster, the pace building. The wet, rhythmic sound of his cock sliding in and out of my mouth filled the room.

He suddenly pulled his cock all the way out, leaving me gasping for air. Thick strings of spit connected my lips to his glistening shaft. He gave me only a few seconds to breathe before he pushed back in, deeper this time.

“Look up at me while you suck that big cock,” he ordered, voice thick with lust.

I tilted my head back slightly and looked straight up at him. A grin had formed on his face, raw and satisfied. He started fucking my face again, harder now. His hips snapped forward with more force. Gluck. Gluck. The disgusting wet sounds grew louder as spit pooled in my mouth and spilled down my chin.

His cock was buried deep with every thrust, stretching my throat wide. I could feel every vein, every pulse of his thick shaft as he used my mouth.

He looked down at me again, eyes dark and hungry.

“Can I cum inside your throat?” he asked, voice strained.

With his cock still buried halfway in my mouth, I looked up at his handsome face and nodded slowly, up and down.

Brody let out a low laugh, almost disbelieving. “Okay…I am close”

He gripped my hair tighter and started fucking my face harder. His abs contracted visibly with every powerful thrust. His heavy thighs flexed. His hips drove forward with purpose. I could feel him getting closer, his cock swelling even thicker in my throat.

Then he groaned loudly, the sound deep and raw. His entire body tensed. His cock pulsed hard as the first thick rope of cum shot straight down my throat. He kept thrusting through it, grunting with every spurt, feeding me load after load. I held him deep, throat working around him as I swallowed everything he gave me.

When the last pulse finally faded, Brody slowly pulled his cock out of my mouth. It slid free, shiny with my spit and streaked with thin white lines of his cum. I leaned forward and gave the head one slow, gentle suck, cleaning the last drops.

Brody collapsed back onto the couch, his powerful body sinking deep into the cushions. His chest heaved, thick thighs spread wide, and a dazed, satisfied expression covered his face.

“Fuck… that was…” he breathed, unable to finish the sentence.

I slowly got up from my knees, wrists still cuffed in front of me. “Best head you’ve ever gotten?”

Brody let out a heavy, manly laugh that rumbled from deep in his chest. “Obviously… Dude, thanks man.”

I held both my cuffed hands out toward him. “You want to help me take these off? Or is your plan to go for another round?”

He laughed again, the sound warm and tired. His big hands reached forward and carefully uncuffed me. The rough, manly touch of his fingers against my wrists sent a strong jolt straight to my cock.

“As much as I would like that,” he said, voice still rough, “my cock needs to rest after that.”

I took the cuffs from him and smiled.

Brody leaned back for a moment, catching his breath. “Thanks man… Really. Like you have no fucking clue how that felt.”

“Trust me, I know,” I replied, smirking. “But I am glad I could help out.”

Brody slowly stood up. He pulled his boxers and shorts back up his thick thighs, adjusting himself with a satisfied sigh. “Yeah man…”

I watched him for a second, then added, “Now you don’t have to hesitate to try the other items off your horny list.”

Brody laughed softly as he walked toward the door. “Honestly? After tonight… I am definitely going to have you check off number two off my bucket list.”

I smiled. “Goodnight, Brody.”

“Night, Finn.”

The door clicked shut behind him.

I turned back into the quiet apartment, still tasting his cum down my throat. I wiped the corner of my lip with my thumb, feeling the wetness there. My own cock was hard as fuck, throbbing inside my underwear.

Fuck. Watching that straight, thick-bodied man slowly lose control and take what he wanted had me more turned on than I had been in a long time. One item down. Three more to go. And after tonight, I had a strong feeling Brody was going to want them all… and then some.

A few nights ago, my gay best friend Percy sucked my dick for the very first time.

I've been straight my entire life. Never even thought about another guy that way. Never looked at another dude’s cock and felt anything except maybe a quick comparison in the locker room. But that night, everything changed.

We haven't really talked about it since then.

I woke up one morning in full panic mode before I even opened my eyes. My heart was already racing, chest tight, stomach twisted into knots. The memories from that night slammed into me like a freight train. Percy on his knees. His soft, warm lips wrapped around the head of my cock. The way his tongue had swirled around me, licking up every drop of precum like he was starving for it. The heat of his throat as he took me all the way down, swallowing around me until his nose pressed against my pubes. The way he had looked up at me with those dark, slutty eyes while I fucked his face and came down his throat.

I groaned quietly and rolled over, trying to push the images away. My cock was already half-hard under the sheets, twitching at the mere thought of Percy’s mouth. How the fuck was I supposed to act normal after that? I had let my gay best friend suck me off. I had grabbed his hair and used his throat like it was a pussy. And the worst part? It had felt better than any blowjob I had ever gotten from a girl.

I cracked one eye open. Percy was already up, moving around the room like nothing had happened. He was in nothing but those tight black compression shorts from last night, the ones that hugged his bubble butt and left almost nothing to the imagination. He bent over to pick up his water bottle from the floor, ass pushing out toward me, cheeks stretching the fabric. The sight sent another jolt straight to my dick.

He straightened up, turned around, and caught me staring. That slow, knowing smile spread across his face immediately.

“Morning, Huntz. Still straight?”

His voice was casual, light, like he had not spent half of last night with my cock down his throat. It made everything feel even more surreal. How the fuck was he so unbothered? I sat up slowly, trying to keep my face neutral even though my cock was now fully hard and tenting the blanket.

“Yeah.”

Percy walked over to his bed, stretching his arms overhead. The movement made his chest and shoulders flex, and his compression shorts rode even lower on his hips. He bent forward again to grab his phone from the nightstand, giving me another perfect view of his round ass. My mouth went dry. I remembered exactly how those cheeks had felt under my hands during the massage. How they had spread when he arched his back. How warm and firm they were.

Percy glanced over his shoulder at me, still smiling.

“C’mon Huntz. It’s been 3 days. Stop acting like I took your virginity away or something. I just sucked your cock. You are allowed to relax.”

Heat exploded across my face. I tried to laugh it off, but it came out forced.

“Nah man. It just felt weird. Let’s not do that again.”

Percy rolled his shoulders casually, still smiling.

“Yeah. Whatever, jock boy.”

He said it so easily, like it was no big deal. Like sucking his straight best friend’s cock was just another Tuesday. Like he knew that I wanted to do it again and I was lying. It made my stomach twist in a way I did not want to examine too closely.

I needed to reset. Get things back to normal. I swung my legs out of bed and stood up, trying to ignore the obvious tent in my boxers.

“You wanna hit the gym with me? I don’t want things to be weird between us.”

Percy raised an eyebrow, then nodded.

“Sure. Give me five minutes.”

We got ready in silence that felt heavier than usual. I threw on a fresh black tank top and another pair of gray sweatpants. Percy stayed in his compression shorts for the walk over, throwing a hoodie on at the last second. The entire walk to the gym I kept stealing glances at him. Every time he moved, the shorts hugged his ass. Every time he laughed at something on his phone, I remembered the sound he had made with my cock in his mouth.

The gym was decently crowded. We claimed a bench in the corner. I loaded the bar heavy and lay down. Percy stood behind me to spot.

First set felt good. I pushed through eight reps, chest burning. On the second set Percy’s hands came down to steady the bar. His fingers brushed my chest, lingering a second longer than necessary as he helped guide the weight back to the rack.

“Damn, jock boy. Those are some nice titties,” he said with a grin, giving my left pec a quick squeeze through the tank top.

My cock jumped hard in my sweatpants. I sat up fast, adjusting my position so the bulge would not be obvious.

“Spot me properly, dude. Stop fucking around,” I muttered.

Percy just laughed softly.

“Whatever you say.”

We moved to shoulder presses. I stood with dumbbells in each hand, pressing them overhead. Percy stepped in close behind me, hands resting lightly on my shoulders as I lowered the weights.

“Yeah, that’s it. Nice and slow, Huntz,” he murmured, fingers digging into the muscle. “Feel that burn?”

His breath was warm against the back of my neck. His body was close enough that I could feel the heat coming off him. My cock thickened rapidly, pushing against the front of my gray sweatpants. I tried to focus on the lift, but every time his fingers squeezed my shoulders, my dick throbbed harder.

I finished the set and racked the weights, turning away from him quickly so he would not see the tent.

We kept going for another forty minutes. Every exercise felt like torture. Percy spotting me on exercises. Him standing behind me during pull-ups, commenting on how wide my back looked. Every casual touch, every teasing comment made my cock leak steadily into my sweatpants. By the end of the session, I was rock hard and desperate to hide it.

Back in the dorm, the door had barely clicked shut before Percy turned to me with that smirk again.

“You’ve been rock hard the entire time at the gym, haven’t you?”

I froze in the middle of the room, gym bag still in my hand.

“Bullshit. It’s the pre-workout rushing down to my cock.”

Percy raised an eyebrow, stepping closer.

“It’s been a while since you took it. The effect must have worn off by now. But you are still hard, aren't you?”

I tried to hide the obvious bulge by turning slightly, but it was pointless.

“Nah, fuck you man.”

Percy’s smile widened. He stepped right up to me, close enough that our chests almost touched.

“Prove it. Take your pants off.”

My heart hammered. I told myself to tell him to fuck off. Instead my hands moved on their own. I hooked my thumbs into the waistband and shoved the sweatpants and boxers down in one motion. My cock sprang free, rock hard, thick, and leaking, standing straight out from my body.

Percy’s eyes dropped to it, dark with hunger.

“Stop hiding from me, man.”

His hand came up and wrapped around my cock. His grip was warm, firm, perfect. I sucked in a sharp breath but did not pull away. I just stood there, staring at him, cock pulsing in his fist.

“You came a lot that night for someone who is straight,” he said softly, starting to stroke me slowly.

I denied it, my voice strained. “It was nothing. Just… stress relief.”

Percy kept stroking, thumb brushing over the pre-cum coated head on every upstroke.

“It’s okay, man. I’ll help you out. Bros help each other, right?”

I nodded before I could stop myself. My cock was pulsating in his hand, leaking steadily over his fingers.

“Lemme do you too,” I muttered.

Percy nodded. He pushed his shorts down with his free hand. His cock popped out, hard and flushed, five and a half inches, nice and thick with a slight curve. I reached out slowly and wrapped my big hand around it. Percy let out a soft moan, hips twitching forward into my grip.

We moved to his bed, sitting side by side. My hand worked his cock in slow, firm strokes while his fist pumped mine. The room filled with the wet sounds of skin on skin and our heavy breathing.

“Fuck, Huntz… your hand feels good,“ Percy groaned, thumb circling my head.

I kept stroking him, eyes fixed on his cock in my fist. It felt strange but right at the same time. Warm. Hard. Leaking just like mine.

“You are really hard,” I said, voice low.

“Because of you,” he replied, stroking me faster. “Because my straight jock roommate finally took the next step.”

I groaned, hips bucking into his fist. The pleasure built fast and heavy. My balls tightened. I stared at Percy’s cock, at the way it throbbed in my hand, at the precum dripping over my fingers.

I came first, groaning loudly as thick ropes shot across my stomach and chest. Percy kept stroking me through it, milking every drop while I shook.

When I finally came down, I looked at his still-hard cock in my hand. It was dripping with precum, flushed dark, twitching with need.

Percy noticed where my eyes were.

“Wanna taste it?”

I pulled my hand away fast and stood up, heart racing.

“Uhm…sorry man.. no.”

Percy laughed, not offended at all. He wrapped his own hand around his cock and started stroking himself while looking at me, eyes half-lidded.

“See? It’s not that bad, Huntz.”

He came a few seconds later, moaning softly as cum splattered across his stomach. I stood there watching, cock softening, brain a complete mess.

I muttered something like “meh” and turned away, but inside I knew the truth.

I wanted more.

Percy wiped himself off with his discarded shirt and flopped back onto his bed like nothing had happened.

“We can keep pretending if you want,” he said casually. “But we both know you are going to come back for more.”

I collapsed onto my own bed, staring at the ceiling, heart still hammering.

He was right.

And that terrified me more than anything.

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

A few nights ago, my gay best friend Percy sucked my dick for the very first time.

I've been straight my entire life. Never even thought about another guy that way. Never looked at another dude’s cock and felt anything except maybe a quick comparison in the locker room. But that night, everything changed.

We haven't really talked about it since then.

I woke up one morning in full panic mode before I even opened my eyes. My heart was already racing, chest tight, stomach twisted into knots. The memories from that night slammed into me like a freight train. Percy on his knees. His soft, warm lips wrapped around the head of my cock. The way his tongue had swirled around me, licking up every drop of precum like he was starving for it. The heat of his throat as he took me all the way down, swallowing around me until his nose pressed against my pubes. The way he had looked up at me with those dark, slutty eyes while I fucked his face and came down his throat.

I groaned quietly and rolled over, trying to push the images away. My cock was already half-hard under the sheets, twitching at the mere thought of Percy’s mouth. How the fuck was I supposed to act normal after that? I had let my gay best friend suck me off. I had grabbed his hair and used his throat like it was a pussy. And the worst part? It had felt better than any blowjob I had ever gotten from a girl.

I cracked one eye open. Percy was already up, moving around the room like nothing had happened. He was in nothing but those tight black compression shorts from last night, the ones that hugged his bubble butt and left almost nothing to the imagination. He bent over to pick up his water bottle from the floor, ass pushing out toward me, cheeks stretching the fabric. The sight sent another jolt straight to my dick.

He straightened up, turned around, and caught me staring. That slow, knowing smile spread across his face immediately.

“Morning, Huntz. Still straight?”

His voice was casual, light, like he had not spent half of last night with my cock down his throat. It made everything feel even more surreal. How the fuck was he so unbothered? I sat up slowly, trying to keep my face neutral even though my cock was now fully hard and tenting the blanket.

“Yeah.”

Percy walked over to his bed, stretching his arms overhead. The movement made his chest and shoulders flex, and his compression shorts rode even lower on his hips. He bent forward again to grab his phone from the nightstand, giving me another perfect view of his round ass. My mouth went dry. I remembered exactly how those cheeks had felt under my hands during the massage. How they had spread when he arched his back. How warm and firm they were.

Percy glanced over his shoulder at me, still smiling.

“C’mon Huntz. It’s been 3 days. Stop acting like I took your virginity away or something. I just sucked your cock. You are allowed to relax.”

Heat exploded across my face. I tried to laugh it off, but it came out forced.

“Nah man. It just felt weird. Let’s not do that again.”

Percy rolled his shoulders casually, still smiling.

“Yeah. Whatever, jock boy.”

He said it so easily, like it was no big deal. Like sucking his straight best friend’s cock was just another Tuesday. Like he knew that I wanted to do it again and I was lying. It made my stomach twist in a way I did not want to examine too closely.

I needed to reset. Get things back to normal. I swung my legs out of bed and stood up, trying to ignore the obvious tent in my boxers.

“You wanna hit the gym with me? I don’t want things to be weird between us.”

Percy raised an eyebrow, then nodded.

“Sure. Give me five minutes.”

We got ready in silence that felt heavier than usual. I threw on a fresh black tank top and another pair of gray sweatpants. Percy stayed in his compression shorts for the walk over, throwing a hoodie on at the last second. The entire walk to the gym I kept stealing glances at him. Every time he moved, the shorts hugged his ass. Every time he laughed at something on his phone, I remembered the sound he had made with my cock in his mouth.

The gym was decently crowded. We claimed a bench in the corner. I loaded the bar heavy and lay down. Percy stood behind me to spot.

First set felt good. I pushed through eight reps, chest burning. On the second set Percy’s hands came down to steady the bar. His fingers brushed my chest, lingering a second longer than necessary as he helped guide the weight back to the rack.

“Damn, jock boy. Those are some nice titties,” he said with a grin, giving my left pec a quick squeeze through the tank top.

My cock jumped hard in my sweatpants. I sat up fast, adjusting my position so the bulge would not be obvious.

“Spot me properly, dude. Stop fucking around,” I muttered.

Percy just laughed softly.

“Whatever you say.”

We moved to shoulder presses. I stood with dumbbells in each hand, pressing them overhead. Percy stepped in close behind me, hands resting lightly on my shoulders as I lowered the weights.

“Yeah, that’s it. Nice and slow, Huntz,” he murmured, fingers digging into the muscle. “Feel that burn?”

His breath was warm against the back of my neck. His body was close enough that I could feel the heat coming off him. My cock thickened rapidly, pushing against the front of my gray sweatpants. I tried to focus on the lift, but every time his fingers squeezed my shoulders, my dick throbbed harder.

I finished the set and racked the weights, turning away from him quickly so he would not see the tent.

We kept going for another forty minutes. Every exercise felt like torture. Percy spotting me on exercises. Him standing behind me during pull-ups, commenting on how wide my back looked. Every casual touch, every teasing comment made my cock leak steadily into my sweatpants. By the end of the session, I was rock hard and desperate to hide it.

Back in the dorm, the door had barely clicked shut before Percy turned to me with that smirk again.

“You’ve been rock hard the entire time at the gym, haven’t you?”

I froze in the middle of the room, gym bag still in my hand.

“Bullshit. It’s the pre-workout rushing down to my cock.”

Percy raised an eyebrow, stepping closer.

“It’s been a while since you took it. The effect must have worn off by now. But you are still hard, aren't you?”

I tried to hide the obvious bulge by turning slightly, but it was pointless.

“Nah, fuck you man.”

Percy’s smile widened. He stepped right up to me, close enough that our chests almost touched.

“Prove it. Take your pants off.”

My heart hammered. I told myself to tell him to fuck off. Instead my hands moved on their own. I hooked my thumbs into the waistband and shoved the sweatpants and boxers down in one motion. My cock sprang free, rock hard, thick, and leaking, standing straight out from my body.

Percy’s eyes dropped to it, dark with hunger.

“Stop hiding from me, man.”

His hand came up and wrapped around my cock. His grip was warm, firm, perfect. I sucked in a sharp breath but did not pull away. I just stood there, staring at him, cock pulsing in his fist.

“You came a lot that night for someone who is straight,” he said softly, starting to stroke me slowly.

I denied it, my voice strained. “It was nothing. Just… stress relief.”

Percy kept stroking, thumb brushing over the pre-cum coated head on every upstroke.

“It’s okay, man. I’ll help you out. Bros help each other, right?”

I nodded before I could stop myself. My cock was pulsating in his hand, leaking steadily over his fingers.

“Lemme do you too,” I muttered.

Percy nodded. He pushed his shorts down with his free hand. His cock popped out, hard and flushed, five and a half inches, nice and thick with a slight curve. I reached out slowly and wrapped my big hand around it. Percy let out a soft moan, hips twitching forward into my grip.

We moved to his bed, sitting side by side. My hand worked his cock in slow, firm strokes while his fist pumped mine. The room filled with the wet sounds of skin on skin and our heavy breathing.

“Fuck, Huntz… your hand feels good,“ Percy groaned, thumb circling my head.

I kept stroking him, eyes fixed on his cock in my fist. It felt strange but right at the same time. Warm. Hard. Leaking just like mine.

“You are really hard,” I said, voice low.

“Because of you,” he replied, stroking me faster. “Because my straight jock roommate finally took the next step.”

I groaned, hips bucking into his fist. The pleasure built fast and heavy. My balls tightened. I stared at Percy’s cock, at the way it throbbed in my hand, at the precum dripping over my fingers.

I came first, groaning loudly as thick ropes shot across my stomach and chest. Percy kept stroking me through it, milking every drop while I shook.

When I finally came down, I looked at his still-hard cock in my hand. It was dripping with precum, flushed dark, twitching with need.

Percy noticed where my eyes were.

“Wanna taste it?”

I pulled my hand away fast and stood up, heart racing.

“Uhm…sorry man.. no.”

Percy laughed, not offended at all. He wrapped his own hand around his cock and started stroking himself while looking at me, eyes half-lidded.

“See? It’s not that bad, Huntz.”

He came a few seconds later, moaning softly as cum splattered across his stomach. I stood there watching, cock softening, brain a complete mess.

I muttered something like “meh” and turned away, but inside I knew the truth.

I wanted more.

Percy wiped himself off with his discarded shirt and flopped back onto his bed like nothing had happened.

“We can keep pretending if you want,” he said casually. “But we both know you are going to come back for more.”

I collapsed onto my own bed, staring at the ceiling, heart still hammering.

He was right.

And that terrified me more than anything.