r/gaystories

It was a normal day at work and had to use the bathroom. I Thought no one was in the there because both stalls were unlocked. I went in a stall and proceeding business as usual but noticed someones shoes in the stall next to me. I didnt think much of it other than they forgot to lock the door. As im using the toliet I here a sound that we all know well and cant mistake, he was jerking off. I heard muffled music as if he was blasting music in his headphones, so i know he couldnt hear when i came in. He was going in using long wet strokes that echoed throughout the room. Im rock hard at this point and I try the old cruising technique ( tap your foot and wait for a response). He tapped his foot back so i tried finishing up asap to go give him head in the next stall over. To my suprise he was just adjusting his positon because as soon as i flushed the toliet he gets startled and jumps up to leave the bathroom. I made sure to hurry up so i can see who it was and it was a temp worker that just got hired at the job. We made eye contact then i went back to work sporting a chub for the rest of my shift. I cant wait to go back to work tomorrow. Pt 2 coming soon fingers crossed!

Back in college, I was 21 and in my third year. Our campus had no shortage of insanely attractive guys, but almost all of them were aggressively straight. I used to fantasize about a few of them constantly, especially during hostel nights after smoking or drinking, but I never imagined anything would actually happen.

This story is about one guy from our rival group.
He was 22, dusky, muscular, and carried himself like he owned every room he entered. Even though our gangs hated each other half the time, he used to hang out with us often — smoking, drinking, playing cards, getting into fights. He had this naturally dominant personality that intimidated everyone. On birthdays he would “beat” people as a joke, but honestly I think he enjoyed giving pain a little too much.

And his bulge… impossible not to notice.
Every time he wore joggers, people stared. I tried not to, but I always did. In my head, I had already imagined what it would feel like to touch him.
One evening we were all playing cards in a hostel room when he walked in and said he wanted to join. There wasn’t enough space, so he casually pulled me onto his lap while everyone kept playing like it was nothing.

The second I felt him pressed against me, my brain stopped working.
I still remember how warm his body felt, how confidently he held my waist while talking normally to everyone else. I was trying so hard not to react. My heart was racing so badly that after a few minutes I made some excuse and left the game completely.

A few days later, he came to my room with some friends to smoke in the afternoon. Slowly everyone left for their own rooms to sleep, but since his room was far away, he stayed back.
We ended up sharing my tiny single bed. That part honestly felt normal at first.
But sometime later, while he was half asleep beside me, curiosity took over. I slowly moved my hand toward him and brushed against his bulge.
It was massive.

I got scared he would wake up, so I immediately turned around pretending to sleep. A few seconds later, I suddenly felt his body press against mine from behind.
Then his hand grabbed me.
My entire body froze.

His hand slipped inside my underwear and he squeezed me hard enough to make me gasp. Within seconds I was completely hard. Without saying much, he took my hand and placed it on him.
That’s when I realized he had already pulled his underwear down.

I started stroking him slowly while my heart pounded like crazy. He leaned closer, rough and impatient, trying to guide my face down toward him. I was terrified someone would knock on the door, but at the same time I couldn’t stop.

Everything felt unreal.

He was bigger than I had imagined, and honestly I panicked. Part of me wanted him badly, but another part of me was genuinely scared. He started touching me more aggressively, trying to relax me while I shook from nervousness.

We didn’t have anything except a small bottle of oil in the room, and the whole situation felt rushed, messy, dangerous… which somehow made it even more intense.

But when things started becoming too real, I lost my nerve. I told him I couldn’t do it. He tried to put it inside my hole thrice but it was not going as he was massive n my hole was very tight. Tears on my eyes.
For a few seconds he just stared at me silently. Then he pulled his underwear back on, got up, and walked out without saying a word.

The next day he acted completely normal, like none of it had happened.
But the truth is… even though I was scared, I couldn’t stop thinking about him after that.
And then one night around 3 AM, there was a knock on my hostel door.
I opened it.
It was him.
Drunk. High. And looking straight at me.
Part 2 was where things really changed.

I had a surreal experience today which I feel I need to take off my chest. I’m a bi man not publicly out, have had my fair share of male partners met via apps. Today after work I went to my gym and had a great workout, head back to the changing rooms for a shower as have plans to meet friends later. As I take off my gym gear I notice a good looking guy staring at me. I wonder if he might be into me but just finish what I’m going and head to the showers. As I return to change into my clothes he’s still there. Mind the gym was quite empty as most people were likely enjoying the rare moment of sun here in the UK. He’s still looking at me so I decide to sit down facing him, look at him and spread my legs, showing him my cock slowly getting bigger. He started touching himself slowly looking at me and he got real hard, invited me to touch his cock… in no time we were in the toilets jerking each other off. He sat down and started sucking on my balls and licked me. He came shortly after. We cleaned up, left and didn’t exchange a single word. Walking out into the evening air, I couldn’t help but smile to myself. No names, no numbers, just a fleeting, wordless connection with a stranger. Sometimes the best moments are the ones you never planned for.

This is the second part to my first story; “helping a friend.”

So this whole situation with my friend Fred, started because he was in a bit of a dry spell. So I helped him out a few nights back and gave him head on a beach. Then it happened again in his car. 😬😬

A few nights later, we went out for some beers. I told him I would help him out, and be his wingman.
We went to a local hotspot that had a pool table, and some ping pong in the back patio. I’ve hooked up with a few girls here myself, everyone here is looking for some.

We sat at the bar watching the Rangers game and staking out the crowd. He spotted a girl across the room playing pool with a small group of people. She was pretty hot. Black skirt, and deep V blue shirt that pushed her tits up and out. She bet over the pool table to hit the ball, and the lower part of her ass hung out a bit. We both locked in. I noticed a few guys with her, didn’t appreciate our looking.

“I think she’s taken by one of them. They don’t like the way we’re looking at her.” I said leaning close to him.

“No way man.” He said taking a swig of his beer. “She hasn’t leaned on either of them. She’s single as fuck, and they’re probably gay.”

“How do you know that?”

“Because they’re not checking her ass out as she bends over to hit a ball.” He said confidently.

I think he was just hoping. We ordered new drinks an walked over to them. I put a dollar on the pool table.

“We get winner?” I said

The girl looked at us. Then looked at the two guys she was with.

“Three on two doesn’t sound fair.” She said as she hit one of the balls in the corner pocket.

“Are you afraid you’re gonna loose?” Fred said.

“No, I just want to play the game with a challenge.” She said as another ball went in.

Her two friends looked at each other and chuckled.

“Well, what if my buddy here plays winner, and I’ll by a round for the ones not playing.” I negotiated.

She looked at me, then at Fred. Her two friends looked at each other and shared a glance with her.

“Fine.” She hit the eight ball in and demanded Fred to rack them.

I asked what drinks they wanted and went back to the bar hoping they would follow, and give Fred some space. They didn’t. They just stood close and watched. As I waited for the drinks, I noticed them looking at Fred, more like checking him out. I can’t believe he clocked that. Now I have to be a good wingman, and try to get with one of them.

I’ve never actually flirted with a guy to pick up. I’m still not convinced I’m fully gay, I was kind of hoping we both found girls, but looks like I gotta take one for the team.

I walked back and placed the beers on a table near the pool table, but far enough to give Fred space. They walked over to me and grabbed the beers.

“You guys from around here? I asked

“No. Few towns over.” One of them said.

“We’re just here supporting our friend through a brake up.” The other said.

“Oh damn. I’m sorry…those suck.”

They shared a look. “We’re not sorry. He was a fucking loser.” They both chuckled.

“You guys seem cool. I’m Dan, and that’s Fred.”I said

“I’m Kevin, and this is Gary, our girl over there is Claire.”

“Nice to meet you.” I held up my beer for a cheers. They both clinked my glass.

We talked for about twenty minutes. It seemed like Claire and Fred were hitting it off, so we kept talking. We made our way to the back patio for some air. After about twenty minutes, Kevin got a text from Claire.

Claire: “we’re going to his car to makeout.”

They both laughed.

“This wasn’t supposed to be a hook up night, but there she goes.” Gary said.

I took a sip of my beer. Kevin and Gary shared a look. The look that says; “I’ve got a wild idea…”

“Are you gay?” Kevin asked.

“What? I mean…not really?” I hadn’t really been asked that question before.

“That wasn’t a no.” Gary said smiling.

“I mean. I think I’m going through some things, but I still like women.” I said

“Gary and I are her BFFs. Sometimes we help her out when she’s down and single. We thought tonight was one of those nights, but your friend seemed to swoop in and get her first!” Kevin said.

“I’m sorry..I.”

“Don’t be sorry!” Kevin interrupted. “We were just wondering if you wanted to fool around a bit.

I sat there unsure what to say. Gary stood up. “I’m gonna pay the bill.”

Kevin stood up as well. “What do you say?”

He had such a trusting look in his eyes. What am I really getting myself into? I shrugged and stood up, then followed him out the back entrance of the patio.

We walked a few minutes in silence and approached a larger SUV. Kevin opened the back door and got in. I followed his lead. I shut the door behind me, and when I turned around his dick was already out.
It was a nice looking dick, I’d say average size, and cut. Without hesitation, I moved in and wrapped my hand around it and started jerking him off.

“Get it wet first.” He said moaning.

I leaned over and spit on the tip and moved my hand around, I spit some more and was able to slide it in my hand. He moaned some more. “That’s nice.” He said.

The door flung open, I let go of Kevin’s cock, startled. It was Gary. “What the hell? You get started without me?” He complained.

“Come on in.” Kevin said. “You can keep going.” He grabbed my hand and placed it back on his cock.

Gary started rubbing my leg and made his way up my thigh and grabbed my already hard cock through my pants. I felt him unbuttoning my jeans. I sat up and let him pull out my dick, has I kept stroking Kevin with my left hand. I felt off, but I was trying. Kevin seemed flustered for a moment.

“Hold on. I have an idea.” Kevin said.

Gary let go of my dick, slide my pants down. Kevin moved from the seat and laid me down on my back. He moved his leg over my chest, kneeling, with his cock inches from my face.

“This will be much better.” He said grabbing the back of my head, and skidding is warm cock in my mouth.

I couldn’t really move the way I was positioned, but he controlled my head movement. I then felt my cock getting wet and warm. Gary was sucking me. I couldn’t really concentrate on everything, but it was amazing. Kevin started to push his cock further into my mouth and face fuck me. I was so turns on. He started moaning and grunting. I started to feel myself about to cum. I tried to warn Gary, but I was just gagging on Kevin’s cock. Then it happened.

Kevin picked up the pace, and so did Gary. Kevin’s cock started to swell, as he shot his first string of cum into my throat, I burst in Gary’s mouth. He sucked harder as I came, and Kevin kept fucking face as he came. His hot cum dripping down my chin. He pulled his cock out and I licked the remaining cum.

“Wow. That was…wow.” Kevin said. He unstraddled my check, I sat up as Gary cleaned his mouth. Gary sat next to me and pulled out his cock. It was bigger than Kevin’s. Uncut. He moved his foreskin back revealing a nice mushroom tip.

“My turn.” He said grabbing the back of my head.

I leaned over and shoved him in my mouth as deep as he could go. I started bobbing my head slowly and stroking him. I felt Kevin grab my legs and pull me up to the seat in a kneeling position. I felt warm breath on my hole, then I could feel him kissing it.

“Is this okay?” He asked

“Mmhmm.” I answered with Gary’s cock filling my mouth.

I’ve never had my asshole licked, I’ve had a finger in it, but that’s it. I still can’t describe the feeling, but it made me hard again. He was slobbering and spitting, then I felt his finger start to breach. I let out moan, an pulled Gary’s cock out of my mouth.

“Oh my god.” I said taking deep breaths.

Gary shoved his cock back in my mouth. Kevin then slid another finger in. I let out another moan, a little high pitch.

“You’re so tight..” Kevin said.

I heard a snapping noise, like a bottle. The felt a cooling liquid drip down my crack. I pulls Gary’s cock out and looked back, Kevin’s waist was up to my ass.

“Wait…I’ve never…” before I could finish my sentence, Kevin was already sliding his cock into my ass. I went to let out a groan, then Gary shoved my head back onto his cock.

“Keep it in your mouth.” He demanded.

Kevin slowly pushed in, and slid out, getting my ass ready for a pounding. I kept sucking and stroking as best as I could. Gary didn’t seem pleased. He pulled out of my mouth and got on his knees, leaning back on the car door.

“You’re about to get fucked in both ends.” Gary said.

They both slowly got into sync, sliding in and out of my mouth and ass. It was amazing. I was doing nothing, just being used. One set of hands grasping my hips, pumping in and out so hard his balls clapped mine. The other set of hands holding my head, and thrusting his cock into my throat. I gagged, I moaned I wanted it all.

Gary started to tense up and groaned. His cock swelled up, his pace quickened. He pulled his cock out of my mouth and said, “I wanna paint your face!” He jerked off and the first string of cum shot across my face. I kept my mouth open wide, trying to catch as much as I could. I was moving all over the place because of Kevin’s thrusting.

“Oh yeah, take all his I’m while I fuck you!” He yelled.

Kevin picked up his pace. He announced he was about to cum. Gary sat back down, his cock getting soft.

Kevin shoved into me causing me to fall on my stomach, and face onto Garys wet lap. His soft cock in my face. I opened my mouth for it again.

“This guy is cock hungry!” Gary said laughing.

Kevin pumped harder and harder. My ass started to hurt from his thrusting. He let out a loud groan, and pushed his cock deep inside and held it. I could feel his warm liquid filling me up. My own cock began to explode between the seat and my stomach. He thrusted back and forth a few more times until he was empty.

When he pulled out, I could feel his cum dripping from my hole. It was a mess. I was filled with these guys cum.

The clean up was long, we exchanged numbers and I started walking. I got back to the bar, still filled with cum, and saw Fred sitting alone. I walked up to him.

“How was it?” I asked

“We made out, then she cried about her ex. Then left to walk home. Where have you been?

“I was just distracting her friend for you to make a move.” I smiled

“You fucker.” He smirked “at least one of us got laid.” He added.

We left. I got home and showered. Then was a good friend, and sucked him off.

It was a win, win, win….win.

All characters engaged in sexual activity are 18 or older.

“Dude, did you see the way Kristy was checking me out at the party last week?” Harry says, sprawled across one end of the couch. “I would kill to get with her. I bet she has the most gorgeous pair of tits.”

Pablo scoffs from the other end of the couch, kicking Harry’s leg. “She was not checking you out, man. She was checking me out. We were next to each other the entire time. I swear she winked at me once.”

Harry snorts. “Please. She was probably trying to get an eyelash out of her eye or something. Besides, she’ll want a real man, not someone who needs a magnifying glass to find his own dick.”

Pablo throws his head back and roars with laughter. I sink deeper into the beanbag chair and think, this is my life now. Hanging out with these idiots always turns into some kind of dick-measuring contest—figurative or otherwise.

Ravi sighs loudly from the armchair, not even bothering to look up from the Stephen King novel he's reading. Harry and Pablo keep duking it out on the couch while I stay nice and cozy where I am. Don’t get me wrong, I love these guys. We’ve been best friends since freshman year of high school, and now that we’re in college—and actually living together in the dorms—our bond feels tighter than ever. But the constant macho one-upmanship can get exhausting.

“So what do you think, Toby?” Harry asks, snapping me out of my thoughts.

“Huh? What? Sorry, I zoned out.”

Harry rolls his eyes—he’s never been patient—and leans forward. “I was saying, as our resident gay guy, whose penis do you think is bigger? Mine or Pablo’s?”

Now it’s my turn to roll my eyes. “Neither of you. Ravi’s is bigger.”

Ravi’s head snaps up, eyes wide behind his glasses. Pablo and Harry burst out laughing.

“Come on, be serious,” Pablo says through his laughter.

“Hey!” Ravi exclaims, cheeks already flushed. “I could be bigger than both of you.”

“I am being serious,” I say, fighting a grin. “Ravi’s is probably bigger… At least from what I’ve seen. I haven’t seen either of yours since tenth-grade PE. I see Ravi’s every other day.”

It’s not like we’re naked around each other constantly, but when you share a dorm room, morning wood and changing in front of each other is a daily occurrence. After four years of friendship, our group isn’t exactly shy.

Pablo looks indignant and gestures toward his crotch. “Well, I’m pretty sure there’s been some growth since we were fifteen, Toby.”

I shrug, teasing. “Maybe… But even so, Ravi’s still pretty big.”

Ravi sputters, making a string of incoherent sounds while his face turns a deeper shade of red.

Harry stands up suddenly. “Fine. We’ll just figure this out right now.” In one smooth motion, he shoves down his shorts and boxers. They pool at his ankles, leaving him naked from the waist down like some ridiculous version of Donald Duck.

Pablo cackles. “Bro, no one wants to see your pasty-white ass.”

Harry turns, his dick swinging with the motion. “You’re just jealous of my smooth, beautiful butt. Unlike you, I don’t have to shave back there every week.”

Pablo mutters something about at least being able to grow hair, then stands too. “Fine. Let’s compare then.” He pushes down his sweats and boxer briefs, steps out of them, and yanks his shirt off over his head. Now both of them are standing there, naked and fully committed to whatever the hell is going on.

My cock twitches hard in my sweatpants. I’m pretty sure my face is bright red.

I glance over at Ravi. His expression is a wild mix of horror and fascination as he stares at our friends’ exposed cocks. I’m still not entirely sure if he’s into guys since he never talks about crushes, but this wouldn’t be the first time I’ve caught him sneaking glances at cute guys.

“Come on, Ravi,” Pablo says, grinning. “Get in on this. We should see which one of us is actually bigger.”

Ravi shakes his head. “No way. I’m not about to get into a dick-measuring contest with you two. You’re insane.”

“Don’t be such a spoilsport,” Harry says. “Besides, if you win, we’ll never ask you for homework help again.”

That gets Ravi’s attention. He actually looks like he’s considering it.

Is he really going to do this?

Ravi takes a deep breath. “Two conditions. One, I never have to help with your homework again. Two, both of you owe me a favor I can call in whenever I want.”

Pablo and Harry share a quick look, then nod in unison. “Deal.”

I shake my head in disbelief. “Wait a minute… what do I get for judging you fools?”

Pablo’s eyes light up with that mischievous glint I know too well. “How about we do anything you want for an entire day? Each of us.”

"That’s… actually not a bad deal." I smirk. “Okay. Let’s do it.”

Harry pulls off his shirt, now completely naked. All eyes turn to Ravi, who’s still fully clothed. He sighs like we’re dragging him to his execution, then stands up. In quick, efficient movements, he strips—shirt, pants, boxers—until he’s standing there with the other two.

I can’t help but drink in the sight of my three best friends, completely naked in front of me. My heart hammers against my ribs.

“I can’t believe this is happening,” I mutter.

They all look at me expectantly.

“Okay… well, you should get started then,” I say.

They look at me with blank stares, like someone turned the light off upstairs.

I roll my eyes. “We can’t figure out who’s bigger if you’re all soft, duh.”

“Oh. Right.” Harry reaches down and wraps his hand around his cock, stroking it slowly. Pablo follows suit a second later. Ravi hesitates, so I give him a small, reassuring smile. He nods, then starts stroking himself too.

I lean back in the beanbag, pulse racing, and watch as my three best friends jerk themselves off right in front of me. The room fills with the soft, wet sounds of skin on skin. It’s filthy. It’s surreal. And it’s turning me on more than any fantasy I’ve ever had. My own cock swells, pushing obscenely against the front of my sweatpants.

Ravi lets out a quiet little whimper as he gets fully hard. His cock is long and thin, a deep brown that contrasts beautifully with his light brown skin. He’s completely smooth—not a single hair on his shaft or balls. Harry has a wild, curly bush the same dark red as the hair on his head, though his balls are smooth and pale. Pablo keeps his pubes neatly trimmed, with just a light dusting of hair on his balls. His cock is noticeably thicker than the others.

Within a couple of minutes, all three of them are rock hard, cocks standing proud.

“Do you guys have a ruler?” I ask.

Harry and Pablo look at each other, then grimace and shake their heads.

I sigh. “Fine. Old-fashioned way it is.” I stand up and motion for Harry and Pablo to face each other. They step in close. I place a hand on each of their lower backs and gently push until their hard cocks press together. Both of them gasp—Harry’s eyes squeeze shut, Pablo’s breath catches.

I kneel in front of them, heart pounding, and use both hands to press their cocks flat against each other, pointing upward. They’re burning hot, hard as steel but velvet-soft over the surface. I can’t believe I’m touching my best friends’ dicks right now.

Up close, it’s obvious. Pablo is thicker, but Harry has him beat by maybe half an inch in length.

“Harry’s a little longer,” I announce, “but Pablo’s clearly thicker. It’s pretty close.”

“Ha! I told you I’m bigger,” Harry crows.

“Only by a tiny bit,” I counter, smirking. “Thickness counts too.”

I turn to Ravi. “Now let’s see you against Harry.”

Ravi shuffles over awkwardly. I take his cock gently in my hand—hot and throbbing—and guide him forward until their shafts slide together. Ravi moans low in his throat. A thick bead of precum wells up at his tip and glistens there. I have to fight the sudden urge to lean in and taste it.

Ravi’s definitely longer.

I stand up, brushing my hands on my thighs. “Ravi’s the clear winner. Like I said from the beginning.”

Ravi blushes furiously. Harry and Pablo immediately start arguing over each other—“It’s not fair,” “We’re both thicker,” “I want a do-over.”

I raise my hands. “Guys, calm down. It’s not just about who’s longer or thicker. What matters is how you use it. If you actually want to impress someone, that’s what you should be worried about.”

I pause, letting a teasing edge slip into my voice. “Besides… none of you have any real practice in that department anyway.”

Pablo blurts out, his hard cock still twitching between his legs, “Well, what if we practice with you? So we can get better?”

All three of them turn to look at me at once. Their expressions are a chaotic mix of curiosity, nerves, and unmistakable hunger.

I swallow hard, suddenly very aware of how stiff I am in my pants.

Holy shit.

If you liked this, or it made you hard, leak, or even cum, check out my profile for more stories! I'd love your feedback, comments, DMs, etc. as well, it will help me improve my writing and let me know what you guys like.

Characters: Chris ("me") m18, Mike m19, Cody m19, James m18

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My day began like almost any day of the week. Waking up with Mike's dick in my ass or my balls in his mouth, enjoying some morning sex before classes. We came out to each other, as gay and bi respectively, pretty much as soon as we moved in together into our dorm room a few months ago and quickly got interested in each other. Mike is your average fit soccer player at 5'11ft with noticable abs, blond-ish hair and stunning eyes halfway between blue and green. I am a 6'1ft tall swimmer with a very lean body, red-ish brown hair and typical brown eyes. If you saw us in the hallways you'd never think that any of us would be interested in taking dicks up their ass, especially when a swarm of girls constantly surrounds us and our friends in hopes of having a chance. Well, I've definitely shared a bedroom with some of these girls before and some of them are great, but none of them can satisfy me quite as much as a hung twink railing me from behind. At least that's what Mike has taught me. He's been the first and so far only man I've ever been intimate with and I loved every second of it.

Anyways, our day went by as usual, sitting in classes, talking to friends, studying for upcoming tests. Lunch was ok, nothing spectacular. Me and Mike went for tacos, being joined by two of our friends. I've known Cody and James for a few years already and frequently hang out with them. On our way back to classes we were talking about our plans for the weekend.

<Cody> So what did you guys plan? I'm down for anything.

<Mike> Idk. Chris and I mostly wanted to relax a bit, maybe some board games.

<Me> Yea nothing crazy aside from that. Wanna join us though? We could hang out together, saturday afternoon.

<James> Sounds good to me.

<Cody> Sure, I'll get some drinks for us then.

<James> I'll bring the snacks!

<Me> Alrighty.

<Mike> Cool, see yall on Saturday then!

Little did we know yet how wild that afternoon will be and what actual snacks we'll enjoy...

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Part 1 of a story that I've been working on for a bit! If you enjoy it I might share more parts :3

He kept touching knees with me and putting his hand on his dick and looking down at my legs my shorts were really short and you could see my underwear. I took a pic bc he definetly had a boner

I have a gay friend that has been telling me for years that I should let him fuck me and would say that getting pegged can make you cum harder. I finally got tired of hearing about it and bought a 6 inch dildo and played with it a bit before I found a 8 inch thick dildo which after awhile of trying to fit it in and finally getting down to the base of it really got me excited. After I could comfortably use it I stuck it to anything it could and went to town on it.
That night I made up my mind and called him to see if he was down to fuck, he said yes and I drove over to his house that night 100 miles north and he fuck me fast and hard. At first it was just him in me, then it was him and a dildo at the same time. Mid fuck he told me to get on my knees, took the condom off and throat fucked me balls deep. After five minutes or so he finally shot his load covered my mouth and nose with his hand and said swallow. Ain’t going to lie was the most fun I had in a while.

So one day, I logged on to sniffies as usual. Granted, I do engage in verse sex, but on this particular day, I did not want to. I wanted to top.

As I was on the app, there was this man close to me on the map. We started chatting. He had a blank profile, but he was sending me pictures in our message thread. He was a beautiful Middle Eastern man, very hairy, with abs, kind of thick and built. He told me he was a top.

Obviously, I wanted to top, but we agreed that he would come over to my place and we would just masturbate together. That was the deal.

Keeping in mind, he did not know that I also engage in verse sex because I did not tell him, and my profile simply said “top.”

So he comes over. Beautiful Middle Eastern man, my guess is Arabic. We get naked and undress, then sit next to each other on my couch and start masturbating.

But he seemed impatient, even frustrated, which was fine. He kept getting up and standing in front of me while I was jacking off on the couch, with his dick in front of me while he continued jacking himself.
His dick was about 7 inches probably 8 even and thick. But SOLID AS ROCK

I did not really think anything of it.

But the last time he got up from sitting down and put his dick in front of my face, he put it in my mouth.

I go along with it.
Now, this felt really good, but keep in mind, he did not know that I liked that or that it was something I wanted to do. But it was hot. So hot. This all transpires within a 5 minute span. We weren’t even masturbating for long before he did this. This entire time he hasn’t spoken a word to me , it was a very quiet interaction.

He started fucking my mouth while I was still masturbating, and I was kind of caught off guard because that was not particularly what I wanted to do. But it felt so good and was incredibly hot.

While this was going on, I was sitting on the edge of the couch. He started reaching down and fingering me while I masturbated.

And while he’s fingering my hole he sort of looks up at me

The next thing I knew, he pushed me back onto the couch, grabbed my legs, pulled me closer to him, and penetrated me with no lube,

keep in mind his dick is THICK AND SOLID. And AT THE LEAST 7 inches
it was abrupt, but to my surprise it didn’t hurt that much. My hole gripped him while he was inside of me. then he started thrusting. He fucked me for maybe about 6-8 minutes no lube.

It was hot seeing his abs covered in hair and sweat. And by no means was this man ugly either. he was super handsome.

At a point in time i was obviously missionary but he closed my legs together and faced my lower body sideways and started fucking me deeper until he came inside me. And trust me he came in me a LOT

His dick felt good. It was thick. Very thick.

It was some of the best sex(???), that I had ever felt in my life. And maybe the surprise made it better.

After he came inside of me, he simply got dressed and left.

To this day im not even sure if he knew that i would be okay with it or cared

My best friend came over last night after a fight with his girlfriend. He was pissed, drunk, and honestly just wanted somewhere to stay for the night.

We ended up drinking together in my room, talking about random stuff until like 3am. At some point he stopped ranting and just got quiet.

Then he looked at me and said,
“you ever think it’s weird we’ve never hooked up?”

I laughed because I genuinely thought he was joking.
He didn’t laugh back.

The tension after that was insane.

We were sitting way too close already, shoulders touching, and neither of us moved. I could literally feel my heartbeat in my chest.

Then he leaned back on my bed and said he was too tired to go sleep on the couch. I told him I didn’t care, so he stayed.

Worst mistake of my life.

Because lying next to him that close completely messed with my head.

The room was dark, but I could still hear him breathing beside me. Every tiny movement felt loud. At one point his hand brushed against my waist and stayed there for a second too long.

I didn’t move away.
Neither did he.

After a while he quietly said,
“tell me to stop if this is weird.”

I should’ve stopped it right there.
Instead I turned toward him.

Now everything feels different between us and I honestly don’t know what happens next.

Everyone is over 18

Quick recap: It all started with a joke from my roommates, who laughed that Jack was so quiet because he probably had a small one, and then I saw that he was hung and had absolutely nothing to hide. Recently, I caught him with a stroker, but he quickly admitted he'd rather have my hand, so I gave him exactly what he wanted and brought him to climax.

The door to his room was ajar. He was waiting for me.

"Matt," I heard his voice. Calm, quiet, almost a whisper. "Can you come in for a minute?"

I walked in without a word. Jack was sitting on the bed, leaning against the wall, shirtless, wearing only boxers. The room was dimly lit, the only light came from the lamp by the bed. There was silence. But not an awkward kind. The kind that promised something.

I sat down across from him. I could feel the tension hanging between us.

Jack looked me straight in the eyes. And he said, without any pretense, without a smile:

"Sometimes I wonder... what it would be like if someone took it whole. Down their throat."

I didn't speak right away. My brain was analyzing the sentence, but my body already knew what it meant. It was already reacting.

"Who do you mean?" I asked half-jokingly, though my voice was slightly strained.

Jack didn't look away. There was something new in his eyes. Calm. Certainty. Need.

"You."

The silence thickened. But it wasn't awkward. It was electric.

I looked at him. At his face. At his chest. At his boxers, which were already bulging slightly in the front.

"Let's find out," I said calmly.

Jack didn't answer. He just stood up slightly, slipped his thumbs under the waistband of his boxers, and pulled them down. His cock sprang out, already partially hard. He was naked. Completely. Ready.

He sat back down comfortably, leaning his back against the wall, spreading his legs wider. He left his hands loosely at his sides. He didn't say anything else. He was just breathing a little heavier. And watching as I approached.

He gave me complete control. And he knew exactly what I was about to do.

I knelt between his spread legs. I could feel the warmth of his body even before I touched him. His cock was already hard, but not fully so. His skin was taut, his veins visible, the head glistening slightly with moisture. It looked impressive, raw, physical, real.

I took my time.

I leaned down and started at the very bottom. With my tongue. A long, slow stroke from the base all the way to the tip. I could feel his body tensing at my touch, his abdominal muscles twitching. Jack sucked in a breath through his teeth, loudly. He didn't say anything, but his breathing was already changing.

I started licking him thoroughly. I focused on the shaft, then returned to the base, gently grazing his balls with my tongue. They were heavy, taut, hot. I could smell warm skin, something natural and purely sexual. My tongue circled around, teasing, exploring.

When I reached the head again, I stopped there. I licked it with the tip of my tongue, slowly, in a spiral. Then I moved on to broad, wet strokes across the head itself. I could feel it pulsing slightly beneath my tongue. Saliva began to drip from my mouth, mixing with his precum. It ran down the shaft, all the way to his balls, wet, warm, slippery.

Jack shuddered. He let out a short, guttural moan. His hands clenched the sheets.

"Fuck..." he mumbled. "I really like this..."

I didn't answer. I just looked up at him from below. With my tongue on his head. I knew I hadn't even started yet. And he was already all tense.

He knew what was coming next. And he wanted it just as much as I did.

I took him into my mouth slowly. First just the head, heavy, throbbing, still wet. I swallowed to make room and began to suck him gently, rhythmically. Jack took a deep breath, his hips tensing beneath my hands. I held him by the thighs with both hands, steady, as if we were in control together.

I slid lower. I could feel him stretching my mouth. He was thick, long, and his cock slid deeper with every movement I made. My throat started to tighten, but I didn't pull back. I breathed through my nose, focusing only on how deep I could take him. How much I could feel him.

When I hit the back of my throat, I stopped. I let him stay there for a moment. Saliva started running down my chin, onto his balls. I could feel the entire lower half of my face getting wet, sticky, intense. And he just moaned. Deep, drawn-out moans.

"Fuck, Matt…" he rasped. "I didn't think it would be… this much…"

I didn't answer. I just moved back and down again. Deeper. I felt my throat open up. I pushed past that moment when everything in your body says pull back, and you answer, not yet.

I picked up the pace. The rhythm was mine, deliberate but not fast. My lips tightly encircled every inch, and my tongue worked constantly, teasing, massaging, sensing every pulse beneath the surface of his skin.

Jack wasn't sitting still anymore. His hips moved slightly in time with my rhythm. I could feel him rising and falling, his body wanting more, deeper, harder. He moaned louder and louder, his breath catching at times, his hands clenching the edge of the bed.

"Matt," he gasped. "I'm close. Don't stop."

I felt it first. A twitch of his muscles, the moment just before he came. But I didn't pull back. I took him deep into my throat until his cock filled me completely.

And then he shot.

The first stream of cum hit me deep. I felt the heat, the thickness, the taste. Then more, hot, intense, full. My throat clenched reflexively, but I swallowed. I didn't stop.

I kept him in my mouth until the end, until his hips stopped moving, until his whole body went limp. Only then did I let him out slowly, my tongue sliding along his shaft, until all that remained was quiet, satisfied breathing and pulsing silence.

Jack lay there, propped up, sweaty, spent.

I was still kneeling between his legs. My mouth was wet, saliva mixing with the remnants of his cum, and my own cock was hard as a rock. But I didn't reach for myself.

Not yet.

The silence between us was thick. The kind that needs no words. Jack was breathing deeply, staring somewhere at the ceiling, his chest still rising. His cock lay limp on his thigh, covered in traces of my saliva. I was still kneeling between his legs, my hands on his hips, my mouth wet. But the satisfaction moved through my whole body.

I looked at him. He looked at me. And then Jason's voice rang out from the hallway:

"Matt! Jack! Come on, dinner's ready!"

Damn.

I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. I stood up, walked over to the desk, grabbed a tissue, and fixed what I could. Jack picked up his boxers from the floor and slipped them onto his hips without a word. His T-shirt landed on his shoulders. I watched him, he was still a little shaken, but in control. Only his eyes said that something had changed.

"Ready?" I asked quietly, standing in front of him.

"Yes," he replied. But he didn't move yet.

I stepped closer and said in a low voice, with a slight smile:

"Maybe it's time to tell them the truth… or better yet, show it to them. Seriously, it'll be better that way."

Jack looked at me for a moment, as if analyzing every word.

Then he nodded slowly.

"You're right," he replied quietly.

And then I knew the secret wasn’t going to stay between us much longer.

That the jokes were over.

It was time for everyone to see that they were wrong about Jack.

The following weekend, the twins put their next plan into motion. Cousin Liam had always been the quiet, sporty one in the family — twenty-two, Mark’s nephew on their late mother’s side, with the same dark hair and green eyes as the twins but a slightly stockier, rugby-player build. He was home from uni for a few days and had no idea what he was walking into when Alex texted him: “Come crash at ours Saturday night. Dad and Uncle Ryan are here, plus our mate Ethan. Proper family get-together.”

Liam arrived mid-afternoon with a six-pack and a gym bag, wearing a fitted polo and shorts that hugged his thick thighs and the promising bulge between them. The moment he stepped inside, the atmosphere shifted. The others were already half-dressed, the air heavy with anticipation.

“Alright, cuz?” Jordan grinned, pulling Liam into a tight hug that lingered just a second too long, letting their bodies press together.

Liam chuckled, then froze when he saw the scene in the living room: Mark and Ryan shirtless on the sofa, Ethan lounging in just his boxers, and the twins already palming each other through their shorts.

“What the fuck is this?” Liam asked, eyes wide but his cock visibly twitching in his shorts.

Alex stepped behind him, hands sliding round his waist. “This is us finally getting what we’ve all wanted for years. You in, Liam? Or are you gonna pretend you haven’t been checking out the twins’ arses since we were teenagers?”
Liam swallowed hard, then let out a shaky laugh. “You lot are mental… but fuck it. I’m in.”

Clothes came off in a rush. Liam’s body was solid — broad chest, thick cock (uncut and heavy, already leaking) and a firm, rounded arse the twins had fantasised about for years. They dropped to their knees together, sharing their cousin’s dick while Mark, Ryan and Ethan watched, stroking themselves.

“Christ, you two are proper slags,” Liam groaned, threading his fingers through their identical hair as they licked and sucked him in tandem, tongues swirling around his shaft and foreskin.

They moved to the bedroom, the big bed now a proper playground for six. Mark bent Liam over the edge first, slicking his thick cock and pushing into his nephew’s tight hole in one slow, deep thrust. Liam moaned loudly, gripping the sheets.

“Uncle Mark… fuck, you’re big,” he gasped.
Ryan slid underneath Liam, feeding his cock into his nephew’s mouth while the twins took turns eating Liam’s arse alongside their dad’s thrusting shaft, tongues flicking over where they joined. Ethan knelt behind Alex, fucking him steadily as Alex licked and sucked his cousin’s balls.

The rotation was relentless and filthy. Jordan fucked Liam next, pounding him hard while Ethan took Liam’s mouth. Then Mark and Ryan double-penetrated their nephew, stretching his hole wide around both thick cocks until Liam was shaking and begging incoherently. The twins lay beneath, licking up every drop of sweat and precum, occasionally pushing their own cocks in alongside for a moment of overwhelming tightness.

Liam came first — hands-free, shooting thick ropes across the sheets while both uncles were buried inside him. The sight triggered a chain reaction. Mark and Ryan unloaded deep in his guts, flooding him until cum squirted out around their cocks with every thrust. Alex and Jordan followed, painting Liam’s chest and face. Ethan finished last, pulling out of Jordan and adding his load to the mess on Liam’s tongue.

They all collapsed in a sweaty, cum-covered pile, bodies tangled. Liam lay in the middle, panting, a dazed, satisfied grin on his face as cum leaked from his wrecked hole.
“Best family reunion ever,” he murmured, voice hoarse. He reached out to squeeze both twins’ cocks. “You two planning on keeping this going all summer?”

Alex kissed his cousin’s cum-smeared lips. “Every weekend you’re free, cuz.”

Jordan nuzzled into Liam’s neck. “And next time we’re thinking of inviting a couple more lads from the rugby club…”

Mark chuckled deeply, pulling everyone closer. “You boys are going to turn this house into a proper fuck den.”

Ryan just groaned in agreement, already hardening again against Liam’s thigh. “And none of us are complaining.”
Liam laughed breathlessly. “Count me in. Fuck… I’m never leaving.”  

My best friend came over last night after a fight with his girlfriend. He was pissed, drunk, and honestly just wanted somewhere to stay for the night.

We ended up drinking together in my room, talking about random stuff until like 3am. At some point he stopped ranting and just got quiet.

Then he looked at me and said,
“you ever think it’s weird we’ve never hooked up?”

I laughed because I genuinely thought he was joking.
He didn’t laugh back.

The tension after that was insane.

We were sitting way too close already, shoulders touching, and neither of us moved. I could literally feel my heartbeat in my chest.

Then he leaned back on my bed and said he was too tired to go sleep on the couch. I told him I didn’t care, so he stayed.

Worst mistake of my life.

Because lying next to him that close completely messed with my head.

The room was dark, but I could still hear him breathing beside me. Every tiny movement felt loud. At one point his hand brushed against my waist and stayed there for a second too long.

I didn’t move away.
Neither did he.

After a while he quietly said,
“tell me to stop if this is weird.”

I should’ve stopped it right there.
Instead I turned toward him.

Now everything feels different between us and I honestly don’t know what happens next.

Neighbor across the street bit older than me showed me his cock wanting me to suck it first time I seen another man’s cock . Scared me I ran away years later me and my cousin had been drinking and smoking started jacking off then touching each other he talks me into sucking his cock . Now wish I had sooner , haven’t in awhile now but it’s all I’m thinking about .

I had never told anybody that in college I actually started dating a man for a few months. I was a bottom and it was pretty amazing, but we graduated and went our separate ways. 15 years I’m 37. My wife had passed away two years ago from a car accident. By random luck I ran into that man at a grocery store. We exchange phone numbers we started talking about our told everything about my marriage to my wife and he was married to a man but divorced. we decided to get some lunch he brought up the fact that he used to love fucking my big ass and complimented on how it stayed big. one night he came over to my house and fucked me and we kept doing it more and more.

One of my closest friends from college moved back to the area. He had reached out to see if I could help him move back in. I was happy to help and it wasn't too far from where I lived.

We'll call him Steve. We lived on the same floor in college. He was multiracial and very thin in college. (And very charismatic). We had texted over the years, but I hadn't seen him, so when I showed up and he was jacked, I was surprised.

I'd be lying if I said I wasn't aroused. I can appreciate a muscular body, but I generally don't go for that type.

The two of us and another (female) friend helped move him in for most of the day. Samantha and I are close and she is one of the few friends in my inner circle who know I'm gay.

After moving him in, she suggested we go to dinner as a convenience. We went to a local pub and chatted for a bit. As we were all talking Samantha texted me "You are totally eye fucking him".

I wasn't, but she was fucking with me and it made me self conscious. No eye contact for the rest of the meal. We went back to his place and as Samantha left, he asked me to hang out and catch up.

He immediately asked me if everything was ok. He noticed I was acting strangely. I shrugged it off, but told him it was nothing. He wasn't sold, but he dropped it. He started to rub his shoulder and I asked if he was ok. He said he pulled something. I told him I could help and fibbed a little that I had done some massage therapy training. I went over and started to massage his shoulder and neck.

He was a little uncomfortable at first but relaxed and closed his eyes. He said "Are massages this sensual?".

It was not a queue, but I misread it and just blurted. "I'm gay".

He turned at me and said "What?". He didn't retreat, but he just looked at me.

I sat down and explained I was closeted but attracted to men. It was one of the most honest conversations about being homosexual I have ever had. He had a lot of questions.

He asked me what it's like to kiss another man. So I leaned in, with a slight pause as if asking consent. He didn't move back and I kissed him. He kissed me back. It was stiff, but then when I pulled back I said "like that".

I leaned in again, and this time he fell more into his alpha personality. He put his hands on my waist and kissed me, and pulled me in. I moaned a bit. I was throbbing.

He sat down and I did too. He looked at me a bit sideways. I felt embarrassed and said "I'm sorry. I hope this doesn't change things".

It didn't progress beyond that, but it was a massive step towards coming out. Steve would later meet a coworker who was also gay and very much my type. That would be my first out relationship

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This is a true story, everything I have posted so far has been. I may take a bit of artistic licence , but I feel that's fair enough, these stories are from my long lost youth.

These are stories that I've never told another soul.

Please feel free to check out my other posts on my profile, I've enjoyed reminiscing about the follies of my youth. This post would be the first chronologically so far. 

This would of happened in the late 1970's. 

At this stage of my life I had blonde hair past my shoulders , stood about 5'10 and have blue eyes. I was playing rugby league on the weekends , rugby union on Wednesdays with a couple of training sessions for both in winter and surfing during the off season. While I've put on muscle as I've grown older , I've probably never been physically fitter in my life than then .

We were in the habit of going back to the pub that sponsored our Under 19's rugby league team after training on Tuesday and Thursday nights.The owner was pretty cool about allowing us to get large bottles of soft drink from the bottle shop and drinking them in the bar, so we'd hang out there for an hour or so.

I had left the pub , crossed the road  to the train station, checked the timetable and saw I had 30 minutes to the next train.

So I downed the stairs and wandered along the platform to get a seat near where I could get a carriage that would let me off near the exit at my destination.

2 litres of soft drink + cold night air = a need to piss.

I head to the toilets at the end of the platform, passing a handful of people scattered along the  seats at the station. Empty my bladder with one of those long, strong streams that are so easy to produce as a youth.

Heading back to my spot on  the platform , I notice sitting on a bench a powerfully built , middle aged Polynesian man watching my approach.

When I was 10 feet or so away from him , he gave me one of those eyebrows up head nods that Polynesians do and said "Hey "

Me: Hi..

Then he said, " I'll give you $10 if you go back to the toilet and let me suck you off"

Shocked , I could feel the heat rushing to my face  despite the cold , I hurried back to where I'd been sitting ,  20 or 30 metres away , reclaimed my seat and struggled to process what had just happened.

Now at this point , you  should know that I was no blushing virgin .

I'd been fooling around with one of my union teammates for a long time.

By fooling around I mean , we'd been blowing each other and that  he loved the way I fucked his arse.

Regularly.

We had a  thing going every Wednesday afternoon , when we knew I  had my home to myself, plus he lived close enough by , that he could be at my place in 5 minutes if the opportunity for some privacy arose.

By this point ,in my life,  I'd must of blown my load inside or on him hundreds of times and swallowed my fair share of his loads .

Sitting on the bench , my mind swirled...

Why did he ask me that?

Why me?

Was there something about me that he could tell?

Had he thought about about propositioning me when I first walked down the stairs or when I walked past him?

Wasn't he frightened of if I  had reacted badly? If course he wasn't scared of me, he was half a foot taller than me , 20 kgs heavier , older and black, some skinny white teenager wasn't a threat to him..

Why did he offer me money to suck me off? Surely people don't do that, pay money to suck someone's else's dick.I must of misheard him , he must want to pay me to suck him off. Replayed what he said in my head , " I will give YOU $10 to suck YOU off" I'm sure he said that.

And $10 wasn't an insignificant amount of money at that time. The average weekly wage was about $150 before tax.I'd take $10 to the pub on a Friday night, have half dozen beers with mates , get a pack of  cigarettes and go get a Chinese meal with mates across the road and still have $2 or $3 dollars left. 

Surely no one would be thinking sucking my cock could be worth almost half a days wages.

All these thoughts flashed thru my mind as I say there and then I done something I still can't explain.

I got up and walked back down the platform towards the toilets. As I started past  the handful of commuters I could see the Polynesian dude watching me.

I kept my eyes down until I was around 10 feet away from him, then I looked up, caught his eye without breaking stride and made a motion with my head towards the end of the platform. 

I didn't look back to see if he was following, but my ears were straining to catch any sound of footsteps besides my own , without any success. 

Maybe he was having second thoughts and gotten cold feet.

I hesitated as I turned into the toilet to glance down the platform , just in time to see him rise up of the bench and start walking towards me as I continued into the restroom .🚺 

It was what you would expect from a train station restroom. Not much in the way of romantic decor, just a handbasin, a urinal trough along a wall and three cubicles. The only thing that made it different from any of the thousands of train station restrooms across the world was me, a young , dumb , full of cum  blonde kid nervously waiting for a larger black man who had successfully lured him  there for sex.

I was standing with my back towards the cubicles facing the door when he entered ,his bulk first filling the doorway., then blocking any chance of me making my exit as he moved in and finally stopping about ten feet from me .

There was a long moment while we just  stood motionless looking at each other, that was broken when he put his hand in his pocket, withdrew his wallet , opened it  and started to pull out some notes.

" No, no need for money" I said " Maybe we can just do each other? "

Putting his wallet away  , he  directed me to go into the middle cubicle , squeezed in behind me and closed the door. His bulk made the area feel , very ,very small 

He told me to stand on top of  the toilet bowl and to look out for anyone entering. He helped me up to   stand  on the toilet seat  and I steadied myself with a hand on top of  each of the walls either side of me.

He rubbed the front of my shorts for a moment, the rather quickly pulled down my pants with both hands, leaving me in my undies. Almost as quickly he put one hand down the front of my undies cupping my cock and balls and with the other began pulling them down to my thighs.

Did I mention that I'm a grower not a shower and it was very cold and I was nervous? 

My soft dick looked tiny in his large , cold  , calloused hand .  

Holding it between his thumb and forefinger he sort of studied it before he began to give it little encouraging jerks, backwards and forwards.

I kept looking nervously over the top of the stall at the entrance and then back down quickly to watch him looking at and  playing with my dick.

On one of my furtive looks down , he had switched his glaze to my face. Locking eyes with me , he tighten his hold on my still shy dick and pulled me a little bit forward while he moved his head towards it .

Oh my lord  , the warmth when he wrapped his big lips around it was exquisite.

His tongue began to masterfully play with my cock , encircling it , twirling around it , flicking the tip of it , sometimes slipping out to lick my balls.

My cock had begun to lose its shyness under his treatment and began to harden hastily to its full length of 6 & 1/2 inches.

My  feet perched precariously on the toilet seat ,  with my hands grasping the top of the stall my movements were limited as his tongue tormented me. His mouth was soft , wet and gentle on my cock , different to the blow jobs I been used to from my teammate , who used to suck on my cock much more  desperately, hungry to taste my cum or have me fuck him.

This delicate blow job was fantastically frustrating.

I begun to thrust a little bit into his mouth trying to hasten things up, while still watching the door , but he just kept tormenting me with his tongue.

My foot slipped on the porcelain and my when I stumbled a little  , my cock slipping out of his mouth. , he placed his hand on my arse to steady me as I dropped a hand to his shoulder to steady myself. 

His hand was that large it felt like it was covering my whole arse .

My cock out of his mouth , he began to nuzzle my  balls and run his tongue up and around my shaft to kiss the tip of my cock repeatedly , he  seemingly having no intention of taking my cock back into his warm mouth anytime soon.

My body  was twitching on its own volition by this stage , unaware of how out of control of the situation it was in , perched precariously in a stall with a much larger man who was treating me like his personal lollypop.

I've heard that a stiff prick has no conscience and if that's true  then , I guess it's also true also that a rock hard teenage cock has no fear , because I had almost given up looking at the door for anyone entering and was just either closing my eyes in bliss or looking down wonderfully at the contrast of my pale white cock against the darkness of his face and lips.

I don't know whether it was wanting the warmth of his mouth or whether to stop his tongue teasing me more , but when he worked his way to the tip and began to kiss it , I slipped my hand off his shoulder to the back of his head and with a moan pushed my cock into his mouth.

My fingers buried in his curly stuff hair , I buried my cock into his hot mouth all the way to the hilt and holding his head tight began rubbing my balls on his chin while trying to rub my pricks head against the back of his throat.

This seemed to flick a switch in him  , he went from lightly teasing me to engulfing me ,  his lips clamping around my shaft he went  from savouring me to devouring me .

Between his hand on my arse and my hand on the back of his head a lot was happening,  his tongue busy in his mouth on my cock as I thrust it in to him , trying to keep it deep in his throat as he slid his lips up to my cocks  head .

 Eyes closed , biting my lip , all thoughts of watching the door were  gone as I worked my way to dumping my load. Someone could of come in , sat back with popcorn and watched the show of me being consumed by this older , black man and I wouldn't of been oblivious.

When I came , I came hard . If he hadn't been holding me up ,  I think  my knees buckling would of had me falling off the my precarious foothold , but he held me tight and swallowed every drop of my cum.

His tongue seemed to be trying to milk every drop from my prick even as I pulled back from him. 

Seperating from him and looking down , my hand now on his shoulder ,I saw for the first time that he had his own cock  out  in his hand and was working it  while looking up at me.

It was bigger than mine.

It was much bigger than the teammates I fooled around with on Wednesdays.

I guess it was about 8 inches.

Maybe more.

IMesmerized  ,  I wanted it.

I asked.

" Would you like me to suck it ?"

Looking up at me , that seemed to send him over the edge , this young blonde kid asking to suck his dick  . He shook his head locking eyes with me and in a couple of more  strokes he came.

I can still see in  my mind's eye, him looking up at me and his cum oozing out of cock , thick and white against the dark meat  of his cocks head.

I left before him and my train arrived moments after me re-entering the platform. I kept looking for him every time after training, but never saw him again ..

I didn't tell my Wednesday afternoon fuck buddy about it.

I've never told anyone about it.

Not a single soul.

Until now.

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Summary: Fresh out of his master's degree, athletic and openly gay Marc Fischer starts a demanding job at a Munich consultancy firm. His boss, the grumpy, snobbish, and closeted alpha Frank Klink, immediately intrigues him. When Marc joins Frank's "running group," it turns out to be just the two of them. What starts as charged runs, lingering locker-room tension, and slow-burn attraction gradually cracks Frank's armored exterior.

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Tuesday hit the division like a freight train of deadlines. The pitch for Thursday’s big meeting with the premium car manufacturer loomed large, slides needed final tweaks, financial models required one last stress test, and stakeholder questions had to be anticipated down to the smallest detail. Yet something in the air had shifted. The new team spirit that had bloomed over the past weeks turned the usual pressure cooker into a focused, almost joyful machine. Chris and Frank huddled over the fantasy series for five minutes before diving back into the numbers, trading quick laughs about plot twists while refining the risk analysis. Emily moved between desks with her usual disciplined energy, but now she paused to high-five Marc when he caught a subtle error in the supply chain forecast. Josh kept the mood light with perfectly timed jokes, yet his contributions to the narrative slides were sharper than ever.

To Frank’s quiet surprise, they wrapped the core work by four thirty. The slides were polished, the dry-run script ready, and every file synced to the shared drive with room to spare. He stood at the front of the open workspace, looking around at the five of them with something close to wonder in his hazel eyes.

“Team,” he said, voice carrying genuine warmth, “I cannot believe we are actually ahead of schedule. This new vibe we have going, the way you all stepped up and supported each other, it made today ridiculously productive. High quality too. I am confident this is one of the best pitches we have ever put together. Thank you. Really.”

Emily smiled. Chris nodded, looking almost bashful at the praise. Josh grinned and gave a mock salute.

Frank continued, “Tomorrow is polishing day. Dry run in the morning, then we leave early. Come in late if you want. Rest up. We are going to crush Thursday.”

The team dispersed with lighter steps than usual. As the others packed up, Frank caught Marc’s eye across the room and lowered his voice just for him. “My place around seven. I need to prepare more than just dinner tonight.”

Marc’s pulse kicked up. He nodded once, a small, heated smile tugging at his lips. “I will be there.”

At exactly seven Marc stood outside Frank’s door, dressed sharper than the casual runs ever allowed. Fine dark chinos hugged his lean athletic legs, a fitted light-blue button-down showed off the clean lines of his shoulders, and his blond hair was freshly cut and styled. He looked every bit the confident young professional who had just won a bet.

Frank opened the door in soft gray sweatpants that rode low on his hips and a loose black tank top that revealed the trimmed dark hair across his broad chest. The contrast made him pause. His neat beard was freshly trimmed, but the relaxed outfit screamed comfort. His hazel eyes widened for a second, then crinkled with laughter.

“Damn, Fischer. You show up looking like you are taking me to a Michelin restaurant, and I am standing here in pajamas ready to get wrecked. Now I feel underdressed for my own deflowering.”

Marc stepped inside, closed the door behind him, and pulled Frank into a deep kiss before either of them could say another word. Their mouths moved slow and hungry, tongues sliding together as Marc’s hands settled on Frank’s waist. When they finally broke apart, Marc rested their foreheads together.

“You look perfect,” Marc murmured. “Exactly how I want you tonight. Relaxed. Mine.”

Frank’s breath caught. “Dinner can wait a little longer if you want.”

Marc shook his head, smiling. “We eat first. Then I take my time with you. No rush.”

They sat down to a simple but thoughtful meal Frank had prepared, grilled chicken with herbs, roasted vegetables, and a good bottle of red wine. Conversation flowed easy, laced with teasing anticipation. Frank kept stealing glances at Marc’s fitted shirt, the way the fabric stretched across his chest. Marc’s foot brushed Frank’s under the table, a deliberate promise.

When the plates were cleared, Marc took Frank’s hand and led him to the bedroom. The lights stayed low, warm and intimate. Marc undressed Frank slowly, peeling the tank top over his head, then sliding the sweatpants down strong, hairy thighs until the older man stood naked and already half hard. Marc kept his own clothes on for now, the contrast making Frank look beautifully vulnerable.

“Lie on your stomach,” Marc said gently, voice steady. “Let me take care of you.”

Frank obeyed, stretching out on the bed. Marc climbed over him, fully clothed, and started with soft kisses down the back of Frank’s neck, across his broad shoulders, then lower along the spine. When he reached the firm curve of Frank’s ass, Marc spread the cheeks with careful hands and pressed his mouth there.

Frank gasped at the first wet lick. “Marc… fuck.”

Marc hummed against the tight ring, tongue circling slow and thorough. “You taste so good. Just relax for me. Tell me if anything feels too much.”

He rimmed Frank with patient devotion, tongue pushing inside, licking deep and wet while one hand stroked the back of Frank’s thigh. Frank’s breathing grew ragged, hips pushing back instinctively.

“Feels incredible,” Frank groaned. “Do not stop. I… I never let anyone do this before. Not like this.”

Marc smiled against his skin. “Good. I want you to feel every second. You are safe with me. Let go of that control you always carry.”

He added a slick finger, sliding it in alongside his tongue, gentle but insistent. Frank moaned louder, the sound raw and surprised. Marc worked him open with one finger, then two, scissoring carefully, curling to brush the prostate until Frank’s cock leaked steadily onto the sheets.

“Marc… please. I need more. I need you inside me.”

Marc kissed the small of his back. “I am right here. Tell me how it feels when I add another.”

He pushed in a third finger, slow and slick, watching Frank’s body open for him. Frank’s hands fisted the sheets, but his voice stayed honest, trembling with pleasure.

“So full. Burns a little but… god, it is good. Keep going. I trust you.”

Marc took his time, fingering him deep and steady, whispering praise the whole time. “You are doing so well. Look at you, taking my fingers like this. So beautiful when you let go. I am going to fuck you now, okay? Slow at first. You say stop and I stop.”

Frank nodded into the pillow, voice thick. “Yes. Fuck me, Marc. I want it. I want to feel you.”

Marc finally stripped, his cock hard and flushed. He slicked himself generously, then positioned himself between Frank’s spread thighs. The first push was careful, just the head breaching the tight ring. Frank exhaled sharply.

“Breathe for me,” Marc murmured, one hand stroking Frank’s back. “You are so tight. So perfect. Let me in, baby.”

Inch by inch Marc sank forward until he was buried completely, hips flush against Frank’s ass. He stayed there, letting Frank adjust, kissing his shoulders and whispering.

“How does it feel? Talk to me.”

Frank’s voice cracked with raw honesty. “Full. So fucking full. I have never… never given this up before. But with you it feels right. Move slowly, Marc. Please.”

Marc started slow, deep rolls of his hips that dragged his cock over Frank’s prostate with every thrust. The pace built gradually, still controlled, still careful. Frank’s moans grew louder, uninhibited, the grumpy alpha finally surrendering completely.

“More,” Frank gasped. “I can take it. God, you feel so good inside me. Fuck me like you mean it.”

Marc gave him what he asked for, thrusts turning deeper, more passionate, skin slapping wetly. He reached around to stroke Frank’s large cock in time, whispering filthy encouragement.

“You are taking me so well. My strong, beautiful boss letting me fuck him open. You love this, don’t you? Love giving up control to me.”

“Yes,” Frank groaned, pushing back to meet every stroke. “I love it. Do not stop. I am yours tonight.”

They moved together, bodies slick with sweat, the bed creaking under them. Marc fucked him with long, powerful strokes, one hand gripping Frank’s hip, the other still working his cock. Frank’s voice stayed constant, raw and verbal, telling Marc exactly how deep he felt, how perfect it was, how much he needed to come.

When the edge finally hit, Marc buried himself deep and stroked Frank faster. “Come for me. I want to feel you squeeze around my cock when you lose it.”

Frank came hard with a broken shout, cum spilling over Marc’s fist and the sheets. His hole clenched rhythmically, pulling Marc over the edge right behind him. Marc groaned Frank’s name as he pulsed deep inside, filling him with hot spurts.

They collapsed together, breathing hard. Marc stayed inside for a long moment, kissing the back of Frank’s neck, before pulling out gently. He rolled Frank over and kissed him slow and deep, tasting the surrender on his tongue.

Afterward they moved to the shower. Hot water cascaded over them as they stood wrapped in each other’s arms. Marc washed Frank with tender hands, soaping the broad chest and hairy stomach, then lower between his legs. Frank returned every touch, palms gliding over Marc’s lean frame, pulling him close under the spray.

“I never thought I would enjoy that the way I did,” Frank said quietly, forehead resting against Marc’s. “Giving up control. Letting someone else lead. I spent years thinking it would make me weak. But with you… it felt like freedom. Like I could finally breathe.”

Marc smiled, tracing a finger along Frank’s jaw. “You were incredible. So open, so honest. I loved every second of taking care of you. And I love the man you are becoming. Not the grumpy boss anymore. Just you. Real. Mine.”

Frank kissed him softly, water streaming between their lips. “This pitch on Thursday, the team, us… it all feels possible now. Because of you. You crawled under my skin and made me want to be better. I am not going back.”

They lingered in the shower until the water cooled, trading slow kisses and quiet promises. The slow burn that had started on those first runs in the Englischer Garten had finally settled into something steady and bright. A real relationship. A stronger team. A future neither of them had seen coming.

When they finally dried off and climbed back into bed, Frank pulled Marc against his chest and held him close. The city lights glowed beyond the windows, but inside the apartment everything felt warm and certain.

... To be continued

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If you’re curious, there’s more waiting on my Reddit profile.

My best friend came over last night after a fight with his girlfriend. He was pissed, drunk, and honestly just wanted somewhere to stay for the night.

We ended up drinking together in my room, talking about random stuff until like 3am. At some point he stopped ranting and just got quiet.

Then he looked at me and said,
“you ever think it’s weird we’ve never hooked up?”

I laughed because I genuinely thought he was joking.
He didn’t laugh back.

The tension after that was insane.

We were sitting way too close already, shoulders touching, and neither of us moved. I could literally feel my heartbeat in my chest.

Then he leaned back on my bed and said he was too tired to go sleep on the couch. I told him I didn’t care, so he stayed.

Worst mistake of my life.

Because lying next to him that close completely messed with my head.

The room was dark, but I could still hear him breathing beside me. Every tiny movement felt loud. At one point his hand brushed against my waist and stayed there for a second too long.

I didn’t move away.
Neither did he.

After a while he quietly said,
“tell me to stop if this is weird.”

I should’ve stopped it right there.
Instead I turned toward him.

Now everything feels different between us and I honestly don’t know what happens next.