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One night I was out drinking with my friends, we stumbled out the club at 3am then all split up to head home in different directions.

Normally I would walk in about 20 mins but I was hammered and it was feeling more like it would be 40, the taxi queue was also massive so i stood in a shop doorway for a few minutes thinking about my next move.

There was another guy nearby, older than me, I was about 27 at this time and he was 10-15 years older I would guess. He struck up a conversation, how’s your night been? where were you? Etc just chit chatting

Then he said hey, want to see something? I was like sure, he whipped out his phone and started playing a porn video, this is before everyone had an iPhone and fast internet, so this was unusual at the time.

Anyway I was enjoying watching this, big titty milf getting fucked and could feel my cock straining in my jeans.. and this was his plan all along as his other hand not holding the phone slipped into my pocket and started playing feeling my cock and stroking I through the fabric.

Part of me thought wtf, while the other part was drunk and was enjoying how good it felt. Then he said want to go somewhere more quiet.. and I agreed.

We went off walking and soon found an alleyway he led me down by the hand. He unbuckled me and let me cock out and started stroking me and I returned the favour.

This was crazy, I’d never done anything with a man before and now I’m being stroked and stroking a stranger I just met 10 mins ago!

Then I felt his hand on my shoulder and I knew exactly what he wanted. I sunk onto my knees and he brought his hard cock to my lips and I wrapped them around it.

I had no idea what I was doing and just tried to do all the things I liked my gf doing to me. Swirling my tongue all around his head, moaning. By the moans he was making back I think I was doing something right.

He was definitely enjoying it and started to thrust his hips a little, pushing it deeper on my mouth, and I tried to take as much as I could. The pace got faster and faster as he guided me down on it and was basically fucking my mouth.

The moans got louder and more frequent until it happened.. he erupted sending rope after rope of cum down my throat

This stranger had seduced me, taken me off used me and fed me his load. This was the hottest moment of my life and I think about it all the time

I had always thought of myself as straight. I was thirty-two, married, settled into a career, and living the kind of life that looked stable from the outside. I taught high school math, which I genuinely enjoyed most days. There was something satisfying about taking a room full of students who swore they “just weren’t math people” and watching the moment when something finally clicked. Still, as much as I cared about teaching, the classroom was not where I felt most alive. That happened after the final bell, when the smell of chlorine hit me and the sharp echo of whistles, splashes, and shouted encouragement filled the pool deck.

Coaching the boys swim team had become the part of my life I looked forward to most. This year, we had won the state championship, and I still had trouble believing it had actually happened. We had worked for it all season—early mornings, brutal sets, taper weeks, nervous bus rides, and meets that came down to tenths of a second. I was proud of the whole team, but especially of Jeff and Alan, two seniors who had carried themselves like leaders all year. They were talented, sure, but what impressed me most was their discipline. They pushed the younger swimmers, kept the team focused, and showed up every day like the championship was something they were willing to earn, not something they expected to be handed.

At home, things were quieter. My wife and I had been together for about six years, and on paper, there was nothing especially wrong. We didn’t scream at each other. We paid the bills. We made dinner, watched shows, talked about work, and moved through the routines couples build when they’ve been together long enough to know each other’s habits by heart. But our marriage had become largely sexless, and neither of us really knew how to talk about it anymore. It sat between us like a piece of furniture we had both learned to walk around. I still thought of myself as straight. I always had. I had dated women, married a woman, built a life with a woman. So when I started feeling restless in ways I couldn’t quite explain, I told myself it was just stress, or age, or the strange emptiness that sometimes follows getting exactly what you worked for.

Physically, I still looked more or less like the swimmer I used to be, even if those days were long behind me. I was about six feet tall, broad through the shoulders, and still in good shape from years of habit more than vanity. I lifted a few days a week, ran when my knees allowed it, and swam laps whenever the pool was empty enough that I could pretend no one was timing me. My hair was starting to show the first hints of gray at the temples, which I tried not to care about and mostly failed. I had the kind of face people described as friendly before they described it as handsome, though I had learned to carry myself with the quiet confidence that came from knowing what my body could do, even if it couldn’t do it quite as fast as it used to.

A few weeks after graduation, the state championship already felt like something from another lifetime. The banners were ordered, the year-end banquet was over, and the seniors had officially become former students. I had slipped into my summer routine: sleeping in a little later, catching up on house projects I had ignored since November, and getting to the gym in the middle of the day when it was usually quiet. Teaching gave my summers a strange kind of freedom, but without practices and meets filling my afternoons, I sometimes felt like I had too much room inside my own head.

That afternoon, I was halfway through my workout when I saw two familiar faces across the gym. Jeff and Alan were near the free weights, laughing about something as they unloaded plates from a bar. For a second, I almost turned the other way out of habit. During the school year, I had been Coach first and everything else second. But they had graduated. They were adults now, headed into the next part of their lives, and seeing them there felt less like running into students and more like running into young men I had helped guide for a season.

I walked over and lifted a hand. “Well, look who it is. State champs still showing up to work.”

Jeff grinned first. “Coach! You know we can’t lose everything over the summer.”

Alan laughed and wiped his hands on a towel. “Besides, college swimming starts soon. We’re trying not to embarrass ourselves the first week.”

We talked for a few minutes about their summer plans. Jeff was working part-time with his uncle and leaving for school in August. Alan was lifeguarding, training, and taking a short trip with his family before heading off. They both seemed lighter somehow, like graduation had loosened something in them. They still called me Coach, but there was an ease in the conversation that felt different from pool-deck talk. No lineups. No splits. No reminders about grades or attendance. Just three guys standing around in a gym, talking about summer.

At one point, while Jeff was telling a story about a disastrous open-water swim he had attempted with some friends, I noticed Alan looking at me. Not in any obvious way. Not enough that I could have called it anything for sure. But his eyes lingered a little longer than expected, drifting briefly over my shoulders and chest before he looked back up. I felt a quick, embarrassing jolt of energy run through me. Maybe I imagined it. Maybe he was just noticing that I was still in decent shape. Still, for a moment, I felt seen in a way I had not felt in a long time.

I tried to shake it off and nodded toward the weights. “You two better not be skipping legs.”

Jeff groaned. “That’s rich coming from a swimmer.”

“Former swimmer,” Alan said, smiling. “But Coach still has good form. I saw those rows earlier.”

Jeff looked me over with exaggerated seriousness. “Honestly? Not bad for your age.”

I laughed despite myself. “Careful. Thirty-two is not ancient.”

Alan held up both hands, still grinning. “No, no. Respectfully, you’re doing great.”

“Respectfully,” Jeff repeated, barely hiding his smirk.

I rolled my eyes, but I could feel myself smiling. It was harmless teasing, the kind athletes gave each other when they were comfortable. Still, the compliment stayed with me longer than it should have. I told them to enjoy the rest of their workout, and they headed back toward the racks while I returned to my own routine. But as I set up for my next set, I caught my reflection in the mirror and stood a little taller than I had before.

After my workout, I headed into the locker room with my towel over my shoulder and my gym bag in one hand. Normally, I would have driven home and showered there, but our house had been having plumbing issues all week. The shower pressure had turned into a weak trickle, and the downstairs bathroom was half-taken apart with tools spread across the floor. So, for once, I decided to just shower at the gym and be done with it.

It was the middle of the day, so the locker room was quiet. No after-work crowd, no teenagers from summer leagues, no old guys taking forever at the sinks. Just the hum of the lights, the faint smell of chlorine and disinfectant, and the echo of my own movements as I set my bag down on the bench. I had gotten as far as pulling off my shirt and changing down to my compression shorts when the door opened behind me.

“Coach?” Jeff’s voice rang out, surprised and amused. “You really are everywhere.”

I turned and saw him walk in with Alan right behind him. They were both still flushed from their workout, towels slung over their shoulders, hair damp with sweat. For half a second, I felt oddly caught, even though I wasn’t doing anything strange. I laughed it off and said, “Could say the same for you two. I thought state champs were supposed to take a break.”

Alan smirked. “That’s how you get slow.”

Jeff nudged him. “And he refuses to get slow.”

They tossed their bags onto the bench a few feet down from mine. As they moved around, I thought I caught them whispering to each other. It was quick, barely anything—just a few low words and a glance in my direction. When I looked up, Jeff had that familiar crooked grin on his face, and Alan was trying not to smile. I ignored it, or tried to. They were always joking about something. That had been true all season. Still, the little exchange made me suddenly aware of how empty the locker room was.

We chatted for another minute, mostly about summer workouts and college training plans. Jeff said he was trying to keep his endurance up. Alan said he was lifting more now because college competition was going to be brutal. I nodded along, slipping back into coach mode because that was the version of myself I trusted most. Ask about training. Give advice. Keep it normal.

Then, without much ceremony, they started getting ready to shower too.

That should not have bothered me. I had spent years around swimmers. I had seen them in racing suits hundreds of times at practices and meets. On deck, it was just part of the sport, no different than a basketball player in a uniform or a football player in pads. But this felt different, and I hated that it felt different. They were not my students anymore. They had graduated. They were young men now, confident in their bodies in the easy way elite athletes often are. Lean, strong, built by years of early mornings, dryland workouts, and endless laps.

I tried not to look. I really did. I busied myself with my bag, with my soap, with folding a shirt that did not need folding. But my eyes betrayed me for a second, just long enough to notice what I already knew in a general sense: both of them were in ridiculous shape. Jeff had put on muscle since the season ended, broader through the chest and shoulders. Alan looked even more defined, all sharp lines and swimmer strength, carrying himself with a confidence that made it hard not to notice him.

A memory flashed through my mind from the season—some of the other boys joking about Alan’s “rudder,” laughing that he had to swim extra hard to make up for the drag. At the time, I had shut it down the way coaches shut down locker-room nonsense, barely giving it a second thought. Now, standing there in the quiet gym locker room, the memory returned with uncomfortable clarity. I understood the joke in a way I wished I didn’t. There is no other way to put it. His cock was huge. It was soft, but it was long and thick already. It was easily six inches in length. 

I felt my face get warm. Then I felt something worse: the first unmistakable sign that my body was reacting before my mind had given it permission.

I turned sharply back toward my locker, pretending to search for something. My pulse had picked up, and I hated how exposed I felt. I was thirty-two years old. Married. A teacher. Their former coach. A man who had always thought of himself as straight because that had always seemed like the simplest, truest answer. Yet there I was, standing in a nearly empty locker room, shaken by a glance, a smirk, and a reaction I could not explain away quickly enough.

The worst part was that I still had to shower. I could not exactly grab my bag and bolt without making it obvious something was wrong. I took a slow breath, reached for my towel, and told myself to act normal. Just shower. Get clean. Go home.

But as I waited another moment, giving them time to head in first, I knew something had shifted. Not with them, maybe. Maybe they were just teasing. Maybe Alan’s looks meant nothing. Maybe I was inventing all of it because my marriage had gone quiet and some neglected part of me was desperate to feel wanted.

Still, as I stood there in my compression shorts, staring into my locker like it held an answer, I could not deny the truth pressing at the edge of my thoughts.

For the first time in a long time, I felt desired.

And for the first time ever, I was not completely sure by whom I wanted that desire to come from.

I waited until they had gone into the showers before I stood up and removed my compression shorts. I wasn’t as big as Alan, but I wasn’t small either, so there would be no hiding how worked up I was if I wasn’t careful. I stood there for a second, staring down at myself with a mix of embarrassment and disbelief, like my body belonged to someone else and had decided to betray me at the worst possible time.

The shower was communal, which suddenly felt like the worst design choice in the history of public gyms. Still, I figured if I kept my back to them, stayed on the opposite end of the room, and moved quickly, they wouldn’t notice anything. Or if they did, they would have the decency to pretend they hadn’t.

At least, that was what I told myself.

I grabbed my towel and wrapped it around my waist, securing it tighter than necessary before taking a breath and heading toward the shower room. Steam rolled out as soon as I stepped inside. The air was warmer there, thick with the smell of soap, shampoo, and clean tile. The water echoed off the walls, making the room feel larger and emptier than it actually was.

Jeff and Alan were thankfully on the far side of the room, which meant I wouldn’t have to walk directly past them. They had chosen showerheads near each other and were talking casually, like this was the most normal thing in the world. For them, maybe it was. They seemed completely comfortable, laughing about something I couldn’t quite hear over the sound of the water.

I crossed to the opposite side and hung my towel on the hook. I told myself I wouldn’t look.

But I couldn’t help myself.

Turning my head slightly over my shoulder, I looked back and saw the two of them still talking. Each was soaping himself up, completely at ease, and holy shit. Their perfectly sculpted bodies nearly glistened from the suds and water. Lean muscle, broad shoulders, narrow waists—the kind of bodies that came from years of training and the unfair confidence of being young, athletic, and aware of it.

I knew I should turn away immediately.

Instead, I lingered half a second too long.

That was all it took. My pulse jumped, and I felt myself react again. My cock was now fully erect. Seven hard thick inches were standing out from me pointing straight at the wall. Panic shot through me, sharp and hot. I turned quickly toward the wall, facing the spray like I could rinse the thought out of my head if the water was hot enough. I placed both hands against the tile and lowered my head, trying to breathe normally.

This is ridiculous, I told myself.

I was an adult. I had been in locker rooms before. I had seen men change before. None of this should have mattered. But it did matter, because my mind was racing and my body was not listening to reason. I kept my eyes fixed on the wall, focusing on the water running over my shoulders, on the steady rhythm of the shower, on anything except the two men behind me.

Then I heard Jeff call out to me.

“Hey, Coach!”

The nickname hit me harder than it should have. My whole body went tense.

I swallowed and kept my back to them. “Yeah?”

“You always this serious when you shower?” he asked, amusement clear in his voice.

Alan laughed softly. “Man looks like he’s preparing for war.”

I forced out a laugh, though it came out rougher than I wanted. “Just tired. You two wore me out just watching your workout.”

“Sure,” Jeff said, dragging the word out like he didn’t believe me.

I could practically hear the smirk in his voice. I stayed facing the wall, reaching for the soap and trying to make my movements look natural. The last thing I wanted was to turn around too quickly or draw attention to myself. I could feel my face burning, and I was grateful for the steam because maybe it gave me an excuse.

Alan’s voice came next, lighter but closer than before.

“You good over there?”

My grip tightened around the soap bottle. “Yeah. Why wouldn’t I be?” My cock somehow got harder. What was happening to me?

There was a pause. Not long, but long enough that my stomach twisted.

“No reason,” Alan said. “You just got quiet.”

I closed my eyes for a second, letting the water hit the back of my neck. “Long day.”

“It’s summer,” Jeff said. “What long day?”

I finally glanced back just enough to see them both looking in my direction, still grinning like they were in on a joke I hadn’t agreed to be part of. I turned away again quickly, pretending to rinse soap from my arms.

“Some of us still have responsibilities,” I said.

Alan laughed. “Yeah, yeah. Responsible adult. We get it.”

The words were teasing, but something about the way he said them made my chest tighten. I could not tell if they knew I was flustered or if I was just imagining it because I felt guilty. Maybe they were only joking around. Maybe this was all in my head. But then Jeff said my name—not Coach this time, my actual name—and the shift made the room feel smaller.

“Seriously,” he said, “you looked good out there today.”

I froze for half a beat.

“Your form, I mean,” he added, though his voice still carried that teasing edge. “For an old guy.”

I exhaled, relieved and somehow not relieved at all. “Thirty-two is not old.”

Alan chuckled. “No, but it is fun watching you react every time we say it.”

I shook my head and tried to laugh. “You two are impossible.”

“Maybe,” Alan said. “But you smiled.”

I didn’t answer right away. Because he was right. Despite everything—despite the awkwardness, the embarrassment, the fact that I was standing there desperately trying to act normal—I had smiled.

And that scared me almost as much as the rest of it.

They were quiet then for a second. I wanted to feel relieved by that, but instead I got curious. Why weren’t they making any noise?

“You boys still there?” I called out, trying to sound casual.

There was a pause, then a quick reply.

“Oh yeah,” Jeff said. “Sorry. A little busy.”

He sounded out of breath.

I frowned toward the wall, water running over my shoulders. What were they doing? I told myself not to turn around. I told myself that whatever strange energy I thought I felt in the room was probably just my imagination, the result of embarrassment and steam and a mind already racing too fast.

But I couldn’t help myself.

I turned around.

For one stunned second, I just froze. Jeff and Alan were closer together than before, caught in a moment that was unmistakably private, even in a space that was anything but. Jeff was on his knees in front of Alan, his hands soapy, and wrapped around Alan’s long thick cock. He was slowly and methodically stroking him. The sight hit me so suddenly that I forgot how to move. My thoughts scattered. I was startled, confused, and, against every reasonable instinct I had, unable to look away.

“What are you two doing?” I asked, almost too loudly, then caught myself and lowered my voice. I didn’t want anyone outside the locker room to hear. I didn’t even know what I would say if someone walked in. The whole thing felt impossible, reckless, and yet there it was, happening right in front of me.

Jeff didn’t answer right away. His right hand was still slowly twisting and stroking, but his left hand was now massaging Alan’s admittedly large balls. Alan, though, looked directly at me. Not embarrassed. Not panicked. If anything, he seemed calmer than I was, his expression steady and unreadable beneath the running water.

The eye contact made my stomach drop.

Finally, Alan spoke.

“You don’t seem to dislike it.”

His gaze flicked downward, just briefly enough to make my face burn.

I looked away too late.

There was no hiding my erection. No clever explanation. No way to pretend I was only shocked, only offended, only confused. Whatever I might have said, my body had already answered for me, and the evidence was impossible to deny.

“Fuck,” I muttered under my breath.

My mind raced for something responsible, something normal, something that would put the world back into the shape it had been five minutes earlier. But I couldn’t find it. I stood there under the hot water, pulse pounding, trapped between embarrassment and curiosity, knowing only one thing for certain:

I was far more intrigued than I wanted to admit. It didn’t matter what I could say to them. My cock was rock harder, harder than it had been in years, and they could clearly see. 

Jeff finally spoke, “It is ok to enjoy it. We won’t tell anyone”. And with that he took Alan into his mouth, well, as much as he could. He started sucking his cock and stroking him. Alan just ran his fingers through Jeff’s hair and let out a moan that was both masculine and full of pleasure. Fuck. 

I didn’t know what to do. I was just stunned, but I was feeling something strong, something powerful. I could feel my own cock twitch while watching Jeff worship the biggest cock I had ever seen. I couldn’t have taken my eyes off it even if I wanted to, and I wasn’t sure that I did. Without even thinking, my soapy hand took hold and gave myself a slight squeeze. It sent a shockwave through my body. I started to mimic Jeff’s movements on myself. 

It wasn’t enough and they could tell. 

Jeff smiled at me. “Why don’t you bring that over here”, he said. I could tell he was trying to keep his voice steady but Alan was putting in the work. 

Without even thinking I walked towards them. It was like a magnet was carrying me over to their side of the shower. Alan let Jeff’s cock slide out of his mouth and stood up. Immediately their hands were all over me. Lathering every inch of me with soap (except my cock, unfortunately), their lips found my neck. I was in ecstasy. I couldn’t remember a time in my life when I had felt this much pleasure just from being touched. 

Both of their hands found my cock. Alan cupped my balls while Jeff slowly stroked me. I groaned and I could feel them smile on my neck. 

“You like that, Coach?” Alan purred into my neck. 

“Yeah, Coach, do you like our hands on your big thick cock? Fuck, I’ve been wanting to do this for years” Jeff said almost tauntingly into my ear. They knew what kind of power they had over me at that moment, but I didn’t care. My body was on fire. 

I could hardly handle it. I needed something to distract me. Thankfully there were two throbbing distractions rubbing against my legs. I reached down and grabbed their own glistening thick cocks with each hand. There we were, the three of us in the gym shower, giving each other the handjob of a lfietime. If anyone were to walk in I wasn’t sure how we would explain it, but I didn’t care. 

I had never held another man’s penis in my hand before, but judging from their reactions, I had a natural touch. Jeff was the first of us to cum, no doubt given a headstart by Alan’s amazing looking blowjob. He came a lot and hard. His cock erupted as he fucked my hand sending ropes of cum nearly across the shower area. He held on to me for dear life while his hips bucked. 

Jeff then dropped to his knees and took my cock into his mouth. I nearly came right then and there but managed to compose myself. I needed to focus on Alan. I could tell he was close, but god damn Jeff knew what he was doing. With two hands he twisted and stroked my cock while licking and sucking on the head. I knew I wouldn’t last much longer. 

Before I could think of that, though, Alan shuddered, “oh fuck” was all he managed to get out before ejaculated a thick torrent of cum onto both my cock and Alan’s face. Alan wasn’t deterred. He used it as lubricant to stroke me faster and suck me harder. 

And suddenly I was cumming. Deep into Jeff's throat I unleashed myself, pumping every last drop into his eager mouth. My brain was practically exploding. I could hardly believe what I was feeling. 

Afterward, we cleaned each other up. We were very thorough. We got dressed and made some plans to work out together sometime in the future…

So for the longest time I thought I couldn’t get hard or aroused by women because I had a serve porn addiction.

Like most people I started out with straight porn and over the years slowly moved towards trans porn and then full on gay porn. This turned to me getting in chat rooms to jerk with guys and browsing Grindr daily to have some sexy chats. But to me that’s all it was it was, just chatting with guys and porn I never really wanted to meet up with anyone.

So I told myself I wasn’t gay it was just a bad porn addiction that went too far. So I’ve tried to quit porn and every time I did I felt dead inside or what they call flatlining. I read so many stories that people get into this “taboo” porn because they are desensitized to normal hetero porn. So I told myself that’s me, I’m not gay just a porn addict.

So after a while of no porn I wanted to try to hook up with a girl and when that happened I couldn’t get hard at all, like completely dead.

That was embarrassing and it made me seclude myself from everyone and women especially. I feel back into my porn usage after that. It was such a mental choke hold watching gay porn and still trying to convince myself I was straight

I tried to hook up with another girl a few months later and again couldn’t get it up. After another month or 2 of trying to quit porn I finally caved in and met up with a boy.

I was so nervous I could barely talk. But we got to talking and touching each other. I felt so awkward and uncomfortable and again I was not hard or aroused at all.

But then he pulled out his big cock…

I don’t think my cock has ever gotten so hard so quickly. I got on my knees like I’ve done it 1000 times and placed his cock in my mouth. That is was when I knew it was over for me. This felt like home for me, like I belonged on my knees sucking cock.

I did not go into that night thinking I’d have sex with a MAN ! but after a few minutes of sucking his cock, all I could think about was having that cock in my ass. So I let him fuck me…3 times that night and each time I was hard as rock.

I feel relived, excited, ashamed, and stupid that it took me 29 years to figure out but oh well. Just wanted to share my experience ! And to encourage you to try it if you’re curious.

P.S. know one knows I’m gay and but I still meet up with this guy (sometimes a 3rd) a few times a week and we have some amazing gay sex and that’s really all I’ve been thinking about since it happened. Crazy how it fast it happened. Oops

So glad you guys enjoyed my first story! If you missed Part 1, here it is!
Everyone in this story is above 18.

Oh fuck”, I say. “I think I’m cu-“ before I finish my sentence, I hear the lock on the door beep and Dylan stops thrusting as the door handle turns and Hayden walks inside.

Hayden flicks on the harsh bright light in the center of the room and his blue eyes bulge out of his eyes as he quickly slams the door behind him. “What the fuck…”, Hayden says in awe of the sight in front of him.

Dylan pulls out of my hole with a pop, and I suddenly feel so empty. “Oh. uh… wha- what are you doing back here,” Dylan stammers, clearly embarrassed.

“Our uh… Our tournament got cancelled because of… some… storm…”, Hayden says, evidently very distracted as he pushes his ginger hair off of his forehead. I didn’t even realize I was still propped up on the couch with my back arched until I saw Hayden staring at my ass. I get a little self-conscious and quickly turning around and sit on the floor in a ball with my back up against the futon.

“Is that MY lube??” Hayden says, as I see a tent forming in his lacrosse shorts.

“Yeah I uh, hope you don’t mind”, Dylan chuckles as his still rock hard dick bounces up and down. “Listen, I just really needed to get a good nut out. I haven’t even been able to sleep because i’m so fucking horny. And well uh…” Dylan looks over at me, “Max wanted to help out.”

The room lulled. No one said or moved an inch for what felt like an eternity. Hayden still paralyzed by the door, Dylan standing in the middle of the room, and me tucked in a little ball. Dylan jumps back in, “I mean dude you should try this thing”, talking about me like i’m just a toy for them to abuse, “I’ve never felt anything like it. You probably need it too. Don’t act like you’re not beating it every night in your bed. You haven’t been very slick about it recently.”

Hayden’s cheeks turn bright red. There’s now also a very evident wet spot on his orange game day shorts. I can see the contemplation in his eyes, “I don’t know man…”

“Well can he just finish me off at least?” Dylan pleads.

“Fine. Okay, just uh… make it quick.” Hayden turns the big light back off and drops his lacrosse bag. He sits at his desk, opens up his computer and puts on his headphones to finish some homework and try to ignore what was happening on the other side of the room.

Dylan guides me back to my initial position and immediately slams his entire length back into me, causing me to moan like a little bitch. He starts to re-establish a slow rhythm, thrusting in and out. Out of the corner of my eye, I keep seeing Hayden glance over at the sight of us, and his knee bouncing like an anxious spaz. I don’t know if it was the weed, my horniness, or just the overall situation, but I was feeling unusually bold. I reach my hand back and place it on Dylan’s torso to let him know to stop. He pulls out, and I begin to crawl over to Hayden’s desk.

I put my hand on his thigh, rotating him so he’s facing me. I pull at the bottom of his shorts, and he lifts up his ass to get them off easier, and that was all the assurance I needed. The computer screen illuminated his crotch, and I could see the wet spot on his boxer briefs that soaked through into his shorts. He starts to breathe more heavily as I place my hand on his bulge. He takes his headphones off of his head as I hook my fingers into the waistband of his underwear and slide that off too.

I didn’t even know gingers could be this hairy until I met Hayden. If it weren’t for us having to shave every morning for school, he could’ve easily grown a beard in a week. His legs were coated in thick ginger hair, and removing his underwear revealed the most luscious bush I had ever seen. Hayden was truly a beauty of a man. He had thighs the size of tree trunks from his time playing soccer, and huge forearms with a river of veins from lacrosse. His circumcised dick was just as beautiful as the rest of him. It was nowhere near as long as Dylan, but it was just as thick, if not thicker, with a beautiful bright pink head that glimmered in the computer screen light.

I hold his cock by the base, and take the head into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it like a lollipop.

“Mmmmmm.” He lets out a low hum with his lips sealed tight and his eyes closed.

I work the jaw breaker into my mouth and down my throat. Dylan walks over, stroking his dick at the sight of his friend sucking his roommates dick.

Hayden suddenly stands up with his dick still in my mouth inadvertently causing me to deepthroat him. I pull of off him, and he walks and sits on the futon throwing off his shirt on the way, revealing his beautiful plump chest covered in red hair, and a thick happy trail that let down to his treasure chest of a bush.

I follow him and go right back to town. I cup his furry balls in my hand and give them a little tug, and I can feel his dick jump in my mouth. I back off his shaft a little bit, paying more attention to his beautiful pink helmet, swirling my tongue all around.

He lets out a groan that turns into a laugh, “Holyyyyy shitttt what the fuck dude,” I glance up at him and see the smile on his face. He looks at Dylan and says, “you weren’t joking. He-,” Hayden shudders, “He really is something else.”

He puts his hand on the back of my hand taking a fistful of hair and forcing me up and down on his shaft. He starts to lift his hips up too, getting more and more comfortable using me like a fleshlight.

Dylan seems to be getting a little fomo as he moves back behind me and shoves his tongue back in my ass. I moan around Hayden’s dick. “Fuckkk dude that’s hot,” Hayden says in between breaths.

after a couple of minutes I feel a little breeze on my hole, but not for long as Dylan shoves his cock back inside me. He grips my hips and starts to go to town on my hole. The room fills with slaps, claps, and slobbering sounds as we are all entranced in the moment. I start to feel drops of sweat land on my back, dripping off Dylan. I get the feeling I have to pee again, and I pull of of Hayden’s dick in front of me, resting my head on his hairy thigh.

“OHH MY FUCKING GOD”, I moan as I feel my hole pulsate as hot cum erupts from my dick.

Dylan starts busting out laughing, “Shit buddy!! did you just cum without even touching yourself?”

I’m to enthralled to even form a response as heave trying to catch my breath. It was unlike anything I had ever felt. And the best part? I was still horny, if not even more.

Dylan stops his powerful thrusts, “Dude your hole is literally squeezing cock right now.

“Can I try that?” Hayden asks very excitedly.

“Of course bro. It’s unreal!!” Dylan replies.

Dylan pulls out of me with a plop, and my asshole queefs and they both start laughing. They switch positions, and Dylan sits back in front of me. I go to put his dick back in my mouth, but he pushes me off, “Not yet, I’m way too close. I’ll just watch for now.” He man spreads and rest his arms on the top of the futon, revealing his sweaty pits.

I feel Hayden’s hand running up and down my ass crack, then he shoves two fingers in causing me to moan. he swirls them around in my hole before pulling them out. I hear the bottle of lube click, and the slick sound of him lubing up his cock. I feel his fat pink helmet pressing against my hole. I let out a high pitch moan, half pleasure half pain as it feels like he’s splitting me in half. Hayden definitely had the thicker cock. He slowly sinks into my hole until I feel his hairy balls against my taint. He stays there for a second allowing me to adjust.

“Fuck he’s so fucking tight,” Hayden says.

“Tell me about it!” Dylan replies.

Hayden starts to establish a rhythm, going in and out. In and out. I feel a hand on my hand as Hayden grabs my hair again forcing me to arch even more, and he picks up the pace going faster and faster and slapping my ass.

“This shit is insane” Hayden says. “I didn’t realize guys could have such fat asses.”

“I know right!” Dylan says, “It’s inhuman.”

Hayden lets go of my hair, and plants his hands on my hips. Dylans hand replaces his as he guides my head back onto his cock. I try my best to get as much of his cock down my throat as I can, but I’m so distracted by Hayden’s huge cockhead rubbing up against my prostate.

“Fuck yeah bro!” Dylan says as he leans forward and daps up Hayden. I was truly in heaven.

Hayden pauses for a second, planting one foot on the ground in a lunge position to get more leverage. He begins going to town again on my boy pussy. I’m not even sucking Dylans dick at this point, just holding it in my mouth as I moan.

I pull my dick out of his mouth as a familiar feeling floods my body, “ohhh fuckkkkkkk” I whine as I cum again, drenching the carpet in my boy seed.

“Fuck you’re gonna make me cum” Hayden pants as he slams into me. I feel his dick pulse as my floods my guts with his hot cum. he collapses on top of me and I feel his sweat soaked furry chest tickle my back.

After a couple of minutes, Hayden finally pulled his softening cock out of my hole.

“My turn!”, Dylan yells as he jumps up from the futon.

I come onto my knees as he grabs my hair and leads my mouth back onto his rock solid cock. I go up and down on his shaft, tracing his veins with my tongue. I start stroking my rigid cock while filling my mouth with Dylan’s monster. He puts his hands behind his head, and I feel Hayden’s hand on the back of my head shoving me down Dylan’s dick.

“Okay okay okay,” Dylan pants, “I’m gonna cum. like right now.”

A spurt shoots down my throat with insane force as he slides his dick out of my mouth and drenches my face and chest in hot cum. I lost count of how many spurts, but he had to be cumming for at least 45 seconds straight. That sends me over the edge as I orgasm and shoot blanks.

“Holy Shit! WOOHOO!!”, Dylan yells and laughs.

“Dude. You got cum on my foot,” Hayden says with disgust in his voice. His post-nut clarity must be kicking in.

“I’ve never cum like that bro,” Dylan pants, “that was incredible.” Dylan pats my cheek like he’s petting a dog getting his own cum on his hand.

“Glad I could help,” I say timidly.

Dylan grabs a tshirt from off of the floor and tosses it to me.

“I need a shower,” Hayden says.

We all need a shower,” Dylan laughs.

I hope you enjoyed! Let me know if you’re interested in this being a longer series.

Through college I lived off-campus with a buddy that had been my best friend since freshman year of high school. An odd pair in those early days; I was a meek nerd, and he always had a smooth, yet commanding personality. He had a slim athletic build, and he was annoyingly talented at a surprising number things from athletics to art.

We met making short films in high school as part of our school’s visual and performing arts program. We were immediately in creative sync, and a decade-long friendship was born. The years went on and we’d increasingly get up to trouble together: drinking, smoking, parties, the usual young dude stuff… I grew to admire the confident precision with which he could have just about any girl eating out of the palm of his hand (sometimes literally). I took note, I learned; yet, in those days I could never compete.

I’ve kept most of my nerdy insterests, but I had an ever-increasing apetite for pussy. Being more active with my new bro, my doughy geek physique started to fill with muscle. I was always taller than Nathan; but he had that build you’d expect on a competitive swimmer, slim enough to let each individual muscle pop. My mass started to build beefier quaterback muscle.

We were an unstoppable pair going into college. We got a shitty apartment off-campus that was setup more to entertain guests or shoot and edit videos than it was to live in or relax. It was well-suited to how we used it. Freshman and Sophomore year, it was rare to have an evening where eight to twelve people weren’t hanging out, drinking, being creative, being stupid, having fun… Many of those nights ended with one or both of us retiring to our rooms with a girl who had lingered after everyone else drifted off into the night.

It wouldn’t suprise me if lots of our friends back then thought we had a bunch of threesomes, because we were very close friends and we had both developed a reputation for our success with women. But all-in-all, we only ever had three shared sexual encounters.

The first: a kind of bookish brunette with a tight little body and seductive, teasing lips, spent the whole evening flirting with each of us - but refused to close the deal until she had us both alone with her. I assure you, the way her pussy squeezed by cock while she gagged on Nathan was pure pleasure at the time, but not the point of this story. It was new for both of us. Nathan kept his eyes locked on her the whole time. I mostly did the same but remember being briefly jealous of how hot his v-cut looked with her head bobbing infront of it. I started thrusting into her to see how it looked to see her suck his dick at different speeds and intensities. It was the first time that I had seen someone submit to a man (in real life), and I had to pull out and start licking her pussy to stop from busting. I quickly got lost in her sweet wetness, my tongue enjoying her clitoris - my beard hair tickling the rest just enough to get wet down to my chin.

The second time is what this story is about. The third time is for another story. What you are about to read is when I was 21 years old. It started a life-long passion for getting straight-identifying men to submit to my cock. I’m 38, and I have a lot of stories to tell.

Nate and I used to write our shorts at this real hippy local coffee shop. By junior year, everyone there knew us. We’d come in, sit out on the back deck and oscillate between silently and dilligently hammering away at our laptops and boisterously acting out scenes to one another.

There were a couple baristas at the time, one with big curly red hair and healthy squeezable curves, the other with dark hair and copper skin and small enough to throw around - We’d been trying to get them to come back to our place any time we were having people over, but they’d always coyly divert. 

One evening I was working on a paper at the coffee shop. It was an off night. Nate was at work, no plans to have anyone over. Vanessa, the redhead, sat next to me and started teasing me about being alone tonight. She was leaning into my shoulder, cleavage pushing up and into me, causing me to smile and look away - I just knew it was all bluster. She was just teasing me. If she wanted it, she had a lot of instances of me practically begging. Then Gina sat down across from me, and she joined in the fun. They had lots of questions, lots of brushes of the hand, “No one else will be there?” breasts brushing up against my bicep, “We can just hang out until Nathan gets home.”

The coffee shop closed at 8:00, we were sitting on my couch with drinks by 8:20. I had texted Nate that I had Vanessa and Gina waiting for him to get home, but I could not prepare him for where we’d all be when he walked through the door.

Nate didn’t get off work until 10:00, which they seemed to think meant he would walk through the door propmptly at the time. Commute time ladies. I can’t complain, because we were on our third drink. The girls put on some music, and the way they danced with each other suggested a very different kind of wild night.

I had been on the couch getting the kind of faded where a whiskey turns into a whiskey and joint, and that turns into sharing sips, and tokes and lips. Vanessa is kneeling on the sofa beside me, taking my whiskey from my hand and kissing her sip of it back into my mouth. It burns so soft and wet. I’m lost in her fiery hair and pillowy lips…

I felt my belt undone and my pants pulled down. I don’t even know how she did it. I can only see red. If I lifted my ass to allow Gina to pull down my jeans then I do not remenber. Vanessa’s tongue was searching for mine when Gina slid her mouth down my cock. I pulled Vanessa’s shirt off and I tasted the first titty my mouth could reach. I traced my tongue around her nipple as Gina traced her tongue around grooves in the head of my cock.

CLINK - CRANK - After the deadbpolt was released, the front door creaked open.

“Holy shit, yeah,” He moved in to us, his voice shifting from surprise to “lets go.” Gina stood up and took her shirt off. As Nate approached, he did the same. Vanessa released my face from her torrent of flames and her hand gripped by penis.

I looked up to see my buddy with a sexy swarthy little vixen pulling his dick out of his pants. He and I made eye contact. We nodded at each other, smiling, agreeing that this was fucking sick.

His eyes dropped briefly, seemingly just to redicrect - but I saw the stutter and lock-on of his gaze. I instictively looked at where he was looking:

Vanessa’s hand is sliding up and down my erect cock, still wet from Gina salivating over it.

This caused me to instictively look down at his dick.

I always thought I was average. The only dicks I had ever seen were in porn. Most of those dicks seemed the same size as me. Some were bigger. Some were smaller. Average, right? Well, apparently 8 inches is fairly average for porn, but not so much for real-life.

At the time, I thought he had a small dick, but I think it was actually average, maybe 5 to 6 inches. I took a minute then to take him in. He was chiseled. The lines of his slim, muscular torso accentuating his manhood, with the delicate garnish of feminine hands.

Gina follows his eyeline down do my offering. She kisses him, kneels, pulling him down with her. Her mouth starts taking care of me again, and she takes Nate’s hand and slides his fingers inside her.

Vanessa leans over and kisses him. My vision is filled with this crimson-haried hottie kissing the masculine stud, my best friend.

Vanessa unlocks her lips from Nathan at the same time that Gina raises off my cock. Vanessa pushes Nathan’s head down. He goes down - pulls back with a realization of what he’s about to do - I do not know if he gave in or she pushed, but his mouth wrapped around my cock and slid down.

It happened so fast that I hardly had time to react. What the fuck? Oh fuck yes. His mouth felt as good as any. He wasn’t exactly giving expert technique. At first, it felt like he was just doing it, because he felt like he was supposed to perform for the girls. Then he tried to get deep.

He got about halfway down my cock, gagged - his throat gripping me as he did. He pulled back and dived in deeper, gagging more and trying again. It was like he was challenging himself to take it all, a singular focus. It wasn’t seductive, just determined. For him, he needed to prove he could take my whole cock. For me, this man that I admired for his player status, his masculinity, a man that I saw as more man than me was eagerly choking on my cock, submitting to me as the superior man. I didn’t even know it was a possibility to want this.

I was lost in a mess of Vanessa’s hair closing in on Gina, making out with each other. Nate descends one last time, finally getting his lips all the way down to my pelvis.

Suddenly I felt nothing and everyhing. The world was quiet. The base of my cock pulsed in his mouth as my head pumped cum deep into his throat. He had started to pull back, but he seemed to realize that I was cumming and pushed his head back down until I was finished filling him.

He stood quickly, pulling Gina up with him. He pulled her close before dragging her to his room. She seemed excited to see whatever he was determined to prove to her. The sounds from his room shortly thereafter suggest that she got what she wanted all along.

I need to stop for now and take care of some tension that built up from pulling this out of my past. I’m on a reckoning tour. After I shoot this load, I look forward to telling you about how me and Nate left things; and how I chased and exceeded that high in the future.

I was really insecure about my body back when I was 18, so I’ve been cutting weight ever since. Up until today, I’ve lost almost 20kg over about two years. But as you guys know, that "belly pouch" is the hardest thing to get rid of. I’ve been struggling with it and feeling so stressed out.

​I did some research on how to get rid of it, but I wasn't comfortable approaching any personal trainers—especially since we have the internet and AI to help us these days. That was until one day, an Arab guy reached out to me on Snapchat. I’ve always loved Arab guys. I don’t know why, but maybe it’s their natural beauty. I mean, a masculine, hairy guy with natural eyelashes? 💅 (Gosh! If you’re Arab and reading this... hey there! 🙈)

​We talked about a lot of things as we got to know each other. After some time, he mentioned that he was struggling to find subscribers for his training program because he was new to the platform. I took my chance and told him that I was also struggling to find a coach to help build my physique—even though, in reality, I was just scared and too insecure to do one-on-one coaching.

​At first, he didn't seem to care much. I was waiting for him to offer to help or something. But when I mentioned that I had already lost almost 20kg and wanted abs, that triggered his interest. He started asking about my routine, what I eat, and if I hit the gym. I confessed that I used to be insecure about my body, so I went on extreme diets, over-exercised, did Intermittent Fasting (IF), One Meal A Day (OMAD), and basically anything I could. I was honestly terrified of eating.

​He felt really sorry for me and explained the dangers of doing things that way. I told him I’m doing much better now compared to the past, but that I really wanted to get abs, even just mini ones lol. And guess what he said! He offered to be my personal trainer because he wanted me to be his success story/testimony student.

​He made me a one-week routine covering exercises and what to consume from the moment I wake up until I sleep. He told me to strictly follow the 3-day routine he gave me without cheating. He was incredibly strict and would text me every 6 hours. I did it, but I hated it lol. On the third day, he even called me while I was sleeping, despite our time zone difference.

​After a week, it didn't show massive progress, but I could feel myself turning into a completely different person. That’s when I asked how I could pay him back, since he had originally said he just wanted to help. This is where the twist happened. He told me not to worry about payment... but if I really wanted to return the favor for his kindness, I just needed to record myself doing the exercises shirtless. 🙈🙈🙈

​I was so shocked. I thought maybe he was just joking, but I know the difference between his humor and when he’s being dead serious. To be honest, deep down, I was thrilled because the person I was trying to flirt with had just made the first move. Just to mention, he is straight! That’s why I was afraid to make a move myself, but since he already did, I figured I should just enjoy the moment.

​At first, I was nervous, so I suggested wearing tight clothing instead so he could still see my form. I was also afraid he might save the video and post it publicly. But since he’s a good guy, I asked him, "What if we just do a video call and you watch me do the exercises... with nothing on?"

​HE AGREED! So we did a video call. He showed me an exercise video and asked me to replicate it. I could see how much this handsome man appreciated what he was looking at. I even joked with him, saying, "I might just make you change teams." He laughed it off and said nope, he likes girls. After a few sessions—for about a week, I guess—he texted me saying he wanted to introduce me to a foreign friend of his online who is gay. From Poland, if I’m not mistaken. He showed me his picture, gave me his number, and said, "Don't tell him I showed you his picture."

​Turns out, that guy wasn't into Asians; he wanted Arabs (and hey, I'm into Arabs too). After that, everything went back to normal. It seemed like he only wanted that one-time naked video call exercise session, lol. I kept doing my exercises for about two weeks without him asking to call, so I figured maybe he felt guilty.

​Until one day... he texted me a photo showing off his muscles. I was so impressed 🥵 and I could feel his energy burning through the photos. So, I used my ultimate power and replied with a picture of my current body. Guess what? He called me instantly. This time, he wanted to... \*and the rest is history. 🙈

​We keep texting each other now. I feel guilty and proud at the same time, lol. I managed to flip him to the other team, and he feels comfortable being his true self around me. He’s a really funny guy who loves to joke around. Not a single text goes by without making me blush.

​So yeah... find a person you can truly be yourself with. And be a good friend, I guess, lol. I’ve been through so many more experiences. Maybe I'll post about them another day. To those who don't believe my story, feel free to keep scrolling. And thanks to whoever read until the very end. APPRECIATE IT! 🥰

What do u guys suggest? Should i dated him👉👈

All persons in this story are 18+

This is a true story.

A few years ago I went back to university after failing out the first time.

I lived in a big city in Australia but I had to go to a rural university as it was the only one I could get into.

Luckily, the Exercise Science degree there was still pretty good.

But the dick options were limited.

At 26, the other boys at the university didn't quite fullfil my craving for older men.

One night I was looking through grindr at the usual blank profiles and pictures of sunsets, when a new blank profile hit me up.

"Hey Stud, looking?"

I didn't normally respond to these kinds of texts from blank profiles, but for some reason, perhaps boredom, or horniness, I decided to respond.

"Might be, who's asking?"

Less than 30 seconds later I received a picture. Dick pic. Uncut. Big. Curved up and slightly right.

It was mouthwatering.

I responded.

"Hot"

And I sent a few nudes of my own back.

"Hot pics stud. I've just gotten out and I'm horny as fuck.

There aren't any girls who are down to just fuck, but the boys in jail were easy.

You easy?"

I took a moment to respond.

I knew there was a jail nearby because I'd fucked a bored warden last month. But I'd never encountered an ex-con in town before.

I felt brave and invincible, so why not?

I responded.

"Yeah I'm easy, you fucked any of those boys in jail"

He responded right away.

"Nah. Didn't want any of them.

Didn't want to get a reputation.

But I've been out for a bit and the girls ain't biting.

Can I fuck you raw?

I was on prep, so again, why not.

"Yeah man, let's do it"

He sent me a location.

I jumped in the shower and cleaned up.

I got dressed in jeans and a singlet.

Decided commando would suit the situation.

I checked myself out before I left.

I'm 6'1. I was twinkish when I was younger, but I'd been working out for a few years.

I'd put on a little muscle on my chest and arms, but I was a sprinter so my legs stood out as my most muscular feature.

My muscular legs gave me a muscular, round ass

I definitely didn't look feminine, but hey. If the ex-con couldn't find tail, he could certainly find ass.

I slinked out of the dorm, avoiding the other students hanging about. I didn't want to answer any questions.

I was broke and didn't have a car so I had to walk. The guy was across town, somewhere I hadn't been before. I sent the guy a message.

"Omw, 20 mins"

"Ok"

The walk took 25 mins.

Google maps took me through a part of town I hadn't been too.

There was a railway line coming up, and the maps said the place was just over the bridge.

There wasn't much else around. The other houses were well back, and it was sort of sitting in a scrub or bushland area.

And it was foggy.

Creeped me tf out.

I messaged the guy.

"Uh, dude. Is your place an old railway station?"

He took ages to respond.

I stood around, free-balling in my jeans in the cold, wondering what the fuck I was doing and why I didn't wear a jumper.

I gave up.

25 min walk back. Great.

But 2 mins into my walk he messaged.

"Sorry mate, didn't think you were coming. Yeah it's the railhouse.

I'm in room 16"

I decided to turn back. Again. I'd come all this way.

"And what's your name?"

"Greg"

I went back to the railhouse. I learnt from some friends the next day that the railhouse was a halfway home for guys who have just left jail but haven't found a place yet.

I saw someone standing on the old platform as I got closer.

I called out

"Greg?

No answer

So I called a bit louder

"Greg?!"

"Nah mate, not Greg"

The guy responded.

I freaked the fuck out and ran around the other side of the building.

I was done, totally done.

Was any dick worth this?

But then I saw his room number, and the light on.

I steeled myself and walked over to knock.

The door opened, and Greg stood there.

"Get in now!" He hissed.

I jumped inside.

"Anyone see ya mate?"

"Umm, some guy out smoking. I thought he was you."

"Ha, Davo ain't a bad sort. She'll be right"

I turned back to the guy, nerves jittery and strung out.

I was pretty sheltered, but I could finally sense I had done something a little dangerous.

The guy was hot though, and he could see I was shaken.

He slowly stepped close to me.

He was wiry, a touch shorter, a touch older. And hot as fuck, in a rough kind of way.

He grabbed my arms

"Ya did good mate.

We're cool in here.

Want to fuck?"

I laughed nervously.

"Yeah man."

He fisted my singlet and dragged it over my head. Then he ran his hands over my chest, exploring.

My skin was smooth. Lightly hair on my chest, but it was soft.

His hands were cracked and hard. Like a tradie.

His hands went lower and around my back. They slipped under my beltless jeans and cupped my ass.

"Nice" he whispered.

I leaned forward to kiss him, but he pushed at my chest to stop me.

"None of that mate"

One hand grabbed my ass cheek hard, and he kept his other hand on my chest.

He used that to direct me to turn around.

I dutifully obeyed his wordless direction.

His hands kept exploring, running over my ribs, my waist.

His left hand snaked around and pushed me by my stomach into him.

He was wearing sweatpants, and I could feel his hard dick on the small of my back.

He put both hands on my waist and pumped his hips into my ass. Pulling my body to meet his with each pump.

I could feel his length with each pump.

"You ready?" He whispered in my ear.

"Yeah, fuck me dude"

His hands on my waist grabbed my jeans and yanked them down. My now hard and leaking dick popped out. But he ignored that.

Instead I heard him spit and I felt him pump his dick in his hands a few times.

And very quickly I felt his tip up against my hole.

He wasn't wasting any time.

He spit again on my hole and his dick, and then he started to push inside.

I had lubed a bit when I was cleaning up earlier, otherwise I don't think this would have worked so well. He didn't exactly slip in. But with some residual lube and some spit it seemed managable. And he was hard as fuck. And he wasn't backing off.

He just kept pushing inward.

He entered me with one long, and slightly too fast slide.

All the way in one move.

We were still at the door to his place.

And I guess that's where we were staying.

He started pumping.

"Fuck man, no bitches have let me do anal before.

This is tight"

I was taller than him so the angle wasn't perfect. But I was getting into it now and the nerves had turned into horniness.

"It might be easier on the bed?" I suggested.

He pushed me forward, careful to keep his dick as deep inside me as possible.

We tried staying like that as we climbed onto the bed, but he slipped out and I fell forward.

I laughed and twisted to look back at him.

He was still fully dressed, big dick wet and sticking out the top of his sweatpants.

I reached down to stroke myself, and he moved.

He grabbed my hand and pushed it away.

"Nah man, this is just for me.

I don't want to see no dicks"

It made me a little nervous again.

He took his sweats off and climbed onto the bed.

"Face down" he commanded.

I obeyed.

He spit again, directly on my hole.

And then he shoved his dick inside me.

From this angle I could feel his length, and it felt good.

I got the feeling he wasn't the most comfortable that I was a man, so I kept my face down and tucked my dick between me and the bed.

He started pumping.

Full length strokes from tip to base.

Rhythmic and smooth.

I was in heaven.

He slammed in and he was unrelenting.

The dick was so big, I felt it fill the whole of me.

Dude was grunting like nothing else as well.

I lay there underneath him, not moving.

I had loosened up after a while, so I started to clench down. Most tops couldn't last long when I did that, but he didn't show any signs of letting up.

After a while of this, the tempo changed.

He grabbed my shoulders and started thrusting with force.

I pushed back into him with each stroke.

The grunts started coming quicker.

A full 10 minutes later, the grunts became one long grunt/sigh, and he buried himself deeply inside me.

And then he collapsed on top of me.

Sweaty and panting. He'd clearly just come.

"Fuck mate, ts' been a while"

I let him lay there.

I figured he might do the straight guy, post nut panic, and I didn't want to provoke that if I could help it.

But he just lay there inside me until he started getting soft.

I waiting a fair bit. And after a while I heard him snoring slightly!

I was intimidated, but I was also turned on by the whole situation.

I let him sleep for a bit. Still inside me.

I waited maybe 30 or 40 minutes before I decided that was probably enough.

I went to gently push him off me and onto the bed so I could make my escape.

But he snorted and woke up.

"No" he said softly.

"Wait a sec"

In a few minutes he started to get hard again. He went from soft to hard while still inside.

He gave a couple of pumps, the full tip to base action, but then he slipped out.

"Damn man, maybe I should have fucked the boys inside"

He grinned at me.

I turned around on the bed to face him properly.

"You liked my ass?" I asked?

"Fuck yes man"

He looked down at my dick.

"May I?"

I nodded.

He reached forward and squeezed my dick. After the fucking I'd just taken, and the way my dick had been ignored before, this felt like heaven.

I immediately got hard.

He played with my cock for a bit, just squeezing and a few tugs before stopping.

"Hmmm, sorry mate. Doesn't do anything for me.

This however"

He dropped my dick and reached over to slap my ass.

"Fucken, any time mate. I'd take that ass any time."

We chatted for a bit, but he made it clear that's all I would get from him.

I told him how nervous I had been, and how that man outside had freaked me out.

"Oh fuck dude, I'm sorry. I didn't know you were scared!"

He turned out to be pretty nice.

And genuinely seemed to be a straight guy who would fuck anything, but definitely wasn't into dick.

We made plans to meet again, and I dressed and walked home.

I jerked myself off in the shower when I got back home.

Everyone is of legal age.

Some buddies and I went out to have a couple drinks. We were sitting and talking about how we loved bourbon, Not the cheap stuff you have to mix with coke, a good bourbon you can drink neat. well, we had a few and struck up a conversation with a guy at the table next to us. He was a bourbon lover also. He started talking about how he had quite a big collection at his house. Well we had a couple more then he invited everyone to his place to try some of his good stuff.

My buddies all said no they had to get home, I had no one to get home to so I said I would love to try some. I hitched a ride with the guy since I rode with one of my friends. We went back to his place and damn did he have a good selection. We tried some Pappy, Elijah Craig 21yr and a couple more I can not remember. At this point I was pretty well in the bag, He said I could crash on the couch if I wanted, or he would call for a cab. I decided to just crash on the couch.

I was sound asleep when I woke up with the guy standing over me with a rock hard cock, he said "do you want to come help me fuck my girl?". I said yes and we headed to the bedroom. There on the edge of the bed was the most beautiful trans woman I have ever seen. I went straight in and started sucking her cock. It was nothing special size wise, but she was hot. As I am bending over sucking her cock he pulls my pants down and starts sucking mine. Now I do not know what the position is called but we all 3 started sucking each other at the same time.

After a few minutes, she says "lets fuck" so we start to take turns, I was fucking her, then he was fucking her, then I was fucking him, then she was fucking him, Then he was fucking me, and she started fucking me. It was quite a game of tag. We were having a great time when she said I want to be in the middle. Again I dont know what this position i called: she started fucking him while I was fucking her, It was a little awkward but everyone was enjoying it. She enjoyed it alot and dumped in him after just a few minutes. Then she got on all 4 at the edge of the bed and said hit it hard. I got in behind her and gave her the pounding of a lifetime. After a grooling 5 or 6 minutes I busted in her, then he went in and did the same. We were all spent and satisfied.

I called for a cab and went home, I have been back to that same bar several times and never seen him again. I wish I had written down that address.

I will never forget that night, it is one of the best of my life.

While on vacation with wife and kids one night I can’t sleep so I go for a walk it’s late nobody out I thought I ,see this guy we get to talking both of us unlucky and horny ,somehow our talk goes to him asking if I’d ever sucked a cock I said yea as a teenager but been thinking about it lately his cock is hard and sticking out his shorts so I said I would help him out and he agreed his big thick cock was throbbing in my mouth till he exploded

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I always knew i was a Lil gay. I only dated girls been kinda a player but hooked up with men on the low. I carried a "im the man" attitude. While drinking with some family and friends during a BBQ I stated flirting with my mom's friend. She was 44 I was only 22 but I figured id give it a shot. She was super thick. She was a single mom of 4 with huge tits, she had a tummy but was barely noticeable and a huge ass. She was 5"3, short and chunky in all the right place. I worked her pretty good or she was drunk enough because I got her to agree to take me back to her place. My mom had already left and i told her ed be home later since i drove there. She had called my mom and told my mom I was too drunk and she'd just let me stay at her house. I wasnt even buzzed so I figured that was a hint I was fucking tonight.

The whole car ride we were flirting back n forth and she admitted her favorite thing to do was pegg her ex husband. I was trying to hint i was down for that without letting her know I've taken actual cock before. I said things like "owe ya I've watched porn like that" and "seems scary but i don't know maybe a few more drinks I might fall for it". We get back to her place and we continue to drink. I was assuming she was going for the "a few more drinks" story. Well it worked. She leaned in and started kissing me slowly. I grabbed her hips pushed her against the counter and kissed her back passionately. She walked me through the house to her bedroom and closed the door behind her. She pulled my cloths off and I pulled hers off.

Her body was perfection. Curvy, thick, pussy was well shaven, i was getting hard at the site of her. She pushed me on the bed and walked to her dresser. "So you gonna give me what I want or did you come to just fuck me". Confused i figured the first option sound like the right answer. I replied "im here to give you what you want baby". She smiles "thats what I wanted to here baby, suprised you young generation are into this". Now super confused because who wouldn't be into this, shes hot as fuck any man would fuck her no matter there age. It was when she turned and grabbed a shoe box on her dresser was when i realized what she meant. She pulled out a strap on with a cock the size of my forearm. She clipped it on and walked towards me with a bottle of lube. Hoping she didn't realize how excited I actually was because I was kinda gay but, I was still rock hard.

The gay in me started to seep out, the buzz was hitting me from the drinks and I crawled on the bed towards her. "You wanna try sucking it" I replied with a half smile hiding my excitement nodding yes and kissed the tip before taking the cock into my mouth. I started sucking taking almost the whole cock. Saliva was dripping everywhere, I was giving her silicone cock a sloppy blowjob. She laughs and asks "you sure its your first time, my ex husband couldn't even take the whole thing and we did this at least twice a week for 15 years". I smiled, i couldn't lie anymore, I moaned and said "no, not my first". She turns me around slaps my ass and starts eating me out. Her ignoring my cock turned me on so much. Just her tongue in my ass had my cock dripping precum onto her bed sheets. She leans up slapping my asshole with the tip of her cock. She ignored the lube and just used her saliva on my asshole and my saliva on her cock as lube and slid inside of me. She put 1 hand on my back and slapped my ass with the other as she started to fuck me.

At this point she had to know i was gay and loving it because I was moaning loudly into her pillow with using my hands to spread my ass cheeks open more to take every inch. She fucked me for about 5 minutes before pulling out and flipping me over on the bed. Now facing her she leaned on me slapping her silicone cock on my cock that looked so small compared to hers. She then lifed my legs and slid in my stretched out hole. I was moaning like crazy. "Hold your own legs like a good bitch" I listened and grabbed my legs holding the up like a good bitch. She grabbed my hands holding them together above my head. I guess I was loud because she covered my mouth with 1 hand. "Shut up slut you better not wake my kids up" I nodded yes as I moaned into her hands. She fucked me good giving me long strokes. Before long the curve of her cock was hitting my g spot. She must've realized because my legs quvered and she started fucking me harder. She let go of my hands, she slapped my face then wrapped her hand around my throat. "Take it, take it like a good slut". The continuous g spot hitting was perfect. It wasnt long before I felt myself about to cum. 10 minutes in my body jolted and I started shooting cum all over my stomach and chest. She slowed down before pulling out. She wiped up my cum and rubbed it all over her cock. "Suck it off, clean me slut". I did as commanded. I got up sucked it off on my knees. She unstrapped and it fell to the floor. She pushed me on the bed. She laid next me and smiled "my new young sex doll, your mom can never know but your my new bitch. You come when I call. I get what I want and you get to cum its a win win. Go to bed ill take you to your mom's in the morning". I nodded and said "ok" smiled and accepted my new role and master and went to sleep

Soo I guess I will start by saying this happened 4 months ago and to start I need to give you some context the doctor I usually go to he retired so he told me to go see this doctor that he trust he said he’s around my age

So when it came time I scheduled a appointment for a physical with him I’m not thinking nothing of it I go in I fill out my paperwork like the yes or no questions so the nurse takes me to the room i do the whole thing getting changed while I wait I go on X to look at porn yes I was that bored lol

And I began to get semi hard as I find a good video the doctor walks in he asks me a few things and I can’t lie he was cute and had a ass on him so I decided to make small talk you know just making conversation and he answers and then it’s time for him to check my dick but that whole time I have not gotten soft so I was semi hard the whole time

So I stand and hope he doesn’t care then he gets on his knees and then he lifts up the gown and makes a gasp so I responded with

“I know I know I’m sorry it I was looking at porn before you got in here”

I don’t know why I said that but I guess I said it because he’s the doctor it’s fine but the only thing to come out of his mouth was

“Let’s take care of this guy” he said it with a smirk…

This is my first time writing a story like this so I would love some feedback!
Based on a true story but mostly fantasy.

Everyone in this story is above 18.

I went to an all boys boarding school in the middle of nowhere. It was so in the middle of nowhere that the only restartunt within 10 miles was a McDonald’s. It is safe to say that after a while, boys stopped thinking with their head and started thinking with their dicks. There was always typical boy stuff going on in the dorm. I probably saw a pair of ass cheeks every other day from getting mooned. And as one of the only openly gay guys, it was a dream come true. Although I never hid my sexuality or was ashamed of it, most of the guys didn’t even know I was gay. I say that because they would always comment on how fat my ass was. Typical locker room talk, but I don’t think they would’ve been so comfortable about it if they knew they were talking about a gay guys ass.

My best friend dylan lived right across the hall from me with his roomate hayden. Dylan was a total goofball. He was tall, lanky, and awkward standing at about 6’ 3”. He had fair skin and shaggy light brown hair that would barely kiss his neck when he went too long without a haircut. He was basically the first straight guy I ever actually felt comfortable around. And he felt surprisingly comfortable around me considering he knew I was gay. He would tell me whenever he got with a girl over Christmas or spring break with great detail. Once he talked about how this girl gave him head, and he shot so much cum it landed at the top of the couch and on his forehead. I shot so many loads to the idea of him being a shooter.

Dylan, Hayden and I were all big stoners and would basically get high and watch cartoons every night. We always hung out in Dylan and Hayden’s room because he had the better setup. Both of their beds were lofted with their desks underneath and a futon in between the beds.
One Friday night, Hayden was gone on an overnight lacrosse trip so it was just dylan and I hanging out. We had taken some edibles and were watching march madness. Weed always makes me more horny. I was sitting in his desk chair while he was sprawled out across the futon wearing a grateful dead tshirt and a pair of basketball shorts.
“Are you feeling this shit yet dude?”, Dylan said.

“Oh yeah, definitely”, I respond as I can feel my toes start to tingle and rise up through my legs.

“Shit.”

A few seconds later, he stands up and says, “fuck it. I’m taking another”.

He reaches over me to get the bag from the top drawer of his dresser. All of a sudden, I feel something resting on my thigh. It took me a few seconds to register what it was. At first I thought it was his phone from how heavy it was, but it felt too soft and round to be a cell phone. That’s when I realized he was freeballing, and his huge balls was resting on my leg. I can feel my underwear get tighter and my ears get hot.

“Holy fuck”, I thought to myself.

“What?” Dylan says. And I realize I am way higher than I thought I was.

“Oh nothing-“ I stammer as I feel my cheeks get hot.

“they’re heavy aren’t they?” He says with a smirk on his face barely visible in the dark room illuminated by the orange LED lights.

“Ye- Yeah they are,” I stammer as the edible is making me unusually candid.

“I swear they’ve been getting heavier everyday. Jerking off in the shower isn’t cutting it anymore. I can’t get it all out.” As he says this, his eye contact is unusually firm, and it’s almost as if I can see a twinkle of hunger in his blue eyes.

The room lulls as I am too high to even process what’s going on. Then, he says, “Do you think you can help me out?”

At this point I am now fully hard sitting in the chair as dylan stands over me. “Sure,” I say trying to be as nonchalant as possible.

His eyes light up and he smiles, “Bet! thank you bro you’re a real one.”

He pulls down his basketball shorts to reveal to goose eggs and huge uncut cock that looks to be about 5 inches flaccid. My heart rate jumps as I realize that I am about to give my best friend head. I’m still in awe as I reach for his balls first. They’re so warm and heavy in my hand. I begin to massage them, lost in the moment rubbing one between my fingers. He groans loudly as the basketball game just becomes white noise. he begins to firm up, and I take his shaft into my hand. I had never seen an uncut cock in person before. I was enthralled by his foreskin. I stick my tongue under his foreskin and circle the head of his dick as he groans again, this time a higher pitch and his knees buckle. Now he’s fully hard at what looks to be 8.5” and thick. I begin to get a little intimidated because I had never sucked a cock this big, and for some reason I was thinking to myself, “I don’t want my best friend to think I’m shit at sucking dick”.

I finally take as much as I can into my mouth as I can getting about halfway down. I can feel his cock pulsing in my mouth as the blood keeps flowing to his huge cock head. I start to get into it more as my mouth pools with saliva and I try my best to hollow out my cheeks around this monster of a penis. I swirl my tongue along is dick, feeling every vein bulging out. He starts to hum, then groan, then to a full high pitch moan. I had no idea his voice could even go that high. This only makes me more eager and I pick up the pace. As my throat opens up more, I can fit more into my mouth, but still nowhere near the base.

I try to deepthroat it, but end up gagging, pushing his cock out my mouth and coughing hard. He looks down at me with a huge gleeful smile on his face.

“no one has ever gotten that far down,” he says.

This makes me proud as I smile back and get right back to work. He puts his hands on the back of my head. Just resting there at first, guiding me. But he gets more forceful, and eventually begins to full fuck my face like a pocket pussy. I’m glad that we do have the March Madness game on because the way he was moaning, George and Henry next door would’ve definitely heard us.

All of a sudden he pushes me off of him. “I don’t wanna cum yet.”

He takes off his t-shirt and sits down on the futon as I slide out of my chair and crawl to him like he’s a magnet and we get right back to it. I take a break from his dick to give his huge balls some attention, taking one into my mouth, sucking on it and rolling my tongue around it. I look up at him to see his head thrown back and him rolling his nipple between his thumb and pointer finger. I go back to sucking his cock. I play with his balls in one hand while rubbing myself through my shorts with the other.

I slide my hand down a little bit and start rubbing his taint. “Holy fuck. Holy fuck,” he says as his breath becomes more labored. I feel his cock get more engorged in my mouth and I pull off because now I’m so into it I don’t want him to cum yet either.

“Can I tell you a secret,” he says with his breath labored.

“Sure.”

“I’ve been watching a lot of anal porn recently and I want to try it. It seems so much tighter than a pussy.”

My dick pulses and I literally feel a huge drop of precum pump out of my cock and soak my underwear. “Are you asking to fuck me?”

“Can I?”, he says shyly and a little embarrassed.

“Yes,” I say a little too eagerly.

I stand up and start to take my clothes off and my cock springs from my pants. Dylan goes over to Hayden’s side of the room and pulls out a bottle of lube from the top drawer. I rest my elbows on the futon and put my knees on the ground waiting for him.

He comes around behind me. “Shit your ass really is fat”. he puts his hands on my has a rubs them around. “This shit moves like water!”

he spreads my cheeks, and I brace myself for the cold lube. But i’m surprised when I instead feel something warm and wet. I moan as I bury my head into a pillow on the futon. His tongue swirls around my puckering hole, and he licks up and down my crack. I feel like I won the lottery and I didn’t even have to buy a ticket. He shoves his tongue into my hole and I moan like a little bitch. I can feel Dylan laugh as his tongue vibrates.

He pulls his tongue out and I hear the lid on the lube click open as he pours some on my already wet hole. he slides one finger in and somehow immediately finds my prostate and my cock leaks onto the dorm room carpet. He puts another finger in and scissors me open. He really has been watching a lot of anal porn.

Finally, I hear him lube up his cock and I feel the head pressing at my hole. I bury my face into the pillow as he pushes his cock deep into my wet hole. It felt like he was halfway and he had only gotten the head in. I breathe deeply as he slides more in slowly, and the length of his cock rubs up against my prostate.

As I loosen up around his hole, he begins to thrust softly. “Fuck this is so tight. I’m about to cum already.” He stops and just sits in my hole and I feel the blood rushing through his dick. after a few seconds, he picks up the pace again, gripping his hands on my hips and pulling me back onto his cock. The room is hot and musky as I can hear him clapping my cheeks while his balls slam into my taint.

I feel like I’m about to piss myself, and I realize I’m gonna cum without even touching my dick. “Oh fuck”, I say. “I think I’m cu-“ before I finish my sentence, I hear the lock on the door beep and Dylan stops thrusting as the door handle turns and Hayden walks inside.

To be continued…

Please let me know if you enjoyed and if there’s anything I can improve on!

So me and my fiance have always talked about a threesome, and she had an idea. The night of our wedding, tomorrow night, would be the first and only time she would allow me to do it. She asked me to pick a bridesmaid, but that felt like a trick question. So I told her pick, to be fair they were all pretty hot. She picked alex, a 6'4 dirty blonde with big tits a perky gym ass and long beautiful legs. She was covered in tats, she had a six pack from all that gym time. A perfect muscle mommy I suppose. I said "sure, you bring it up to her well go home together after the ceremony". So its the day of the wedding and I noticed alex was chatting up with me more than usual. I guess because of tonight shes just getting comfortable talking to me a bit more. We were never close iv only met her a few times, her and my fiance were childhood friends but c weird I've never actually seen photos. No time to dwell on that its to to get married. After the church and the i dos we party hard at the hall and now its time to go home and claim my prize.

All the way up the girls our kissing, i decided to jump on in. I kiss my wife first before nervously leaning in to kiss alex. The hotel elevator opens we walk to our room my buddy, the best man, got us for the night. I walk ahead to unlock the door they don't come up for air the whole way. My cock is rock hard watching, my wife kissing a muscle mommy tatted model was driving me nuts. The door opens we rush in, the girls jump in the bed with excitement. There still kissing, my wife giggles and says something that turned me on even more. "Babe ima admit something, don't be mad its been awhile. Me and alex actually use to hook up alot before I met you". I smiled "not at all, its actually pretty hot to think about". They giggle as they wave for me to come over to the bed. I sit down and lay back.

Alex begins unbuttoning my pants as my cock swing out. Im not vary big, im only maybe about 6 inches hard. She smiles as she start stroking me as my wife takes my cock into her mouth. She lifts my legs a bit just enough for alex to swirl her tongue around my balls. In heaven I noticed alex is focusing on my balls and the gootch are under my balls. My wife is deep throating me while her best friend starts getting lower licking my asshole. I've never experienced this before but im loving it. The weird warm sensation is incredible. My winks at me and smiles at alex, "do it im sure hell love it". Out of the blue alex slides a finger into my asshole, the feeling of her finger sliding in and my wife deep throating my cock made me quiver. My body felt and moved like never before with the pleasure. My wife unclips her dress it falls to the floor exposing her firm breasts with small pink nipples, a tight looking pussy with a freshly shaved landing strip and a big pawg size ass.

She climbs up as she slides my cock into her, she was so tight and wet, the warm wet feeling of her made me moan out loud in pleasure. She looked back at alex "eat our ass baby". She drops to her knees and digs into my ass before switching to my wifes. She takes turns on us both our ass sliding her tongue inside mine and my wifes assholes. "I wanna get in there, you ready you two". I moaned in pleasure "fuck ya". She stands up pushing her straps over her shoulder letting her bridesmaid dress drop to the floor. She stood there tall covered in tats beautiful long muscler legs still in heels, pretty pink nipples with perky tits. Her ass was amazing small yet jiggly, and a small blonde bush. What i noticed next caught me off gaurd, I never expected what was between her legs. A massive 9 inch uncut white cock and a pair of huge droopy balls with no hair.

My wife seen my eyes widen, " I thought you knew, I told you we hooked up and you know im not lesbian". Not wanting to ruin the moment i accepted and just nodded yes, i mean in all honesty she was still hot as fuck massive cock and all. Body of a goddess and cock of a god. She gets behind my wife pouring lube on her cock stroking herself before sliding inside my wifes ass. My wife screams in pleasure kind of jealous my wife never let me do anal. But now here we are my small cock inside my wifes pussy and her best friend with a monster cock 9 inches deep her ass and my wife is living it. Jealous yet the whole thing was turning me on. She's pounding away slapping my wifes ass ging her long deep strokes. My wife looks into my eyes and asks if I wanna try anal. I moaned "yes please I've always wanted to try it". With a smile a confused look she said "really, I never would of thought". Now confused of what she meant i felt her best friend pull out pour more lube and as my wife still rode on top of me i felt the tip of a girthy cock rub my asshole. Scared and thinking this isn't what meant it was to late. She was pushing inside of me. The pain was going through me but I couldn't stop it. This is technically what I asked fire just not what i meant. About 7 inches in the pain was coursing through my ass. But 9 inches I started to feel something, like as if it was hitting a pleasure spot. She was sliding in and out me slowly, hitting my g spot and I was starting to fall in love with her 9 inch cock stretching me out.

I was gripping the sheets my head leaning back i started breathing heavy. "Omg hes loving it" my wife said as she climbed off my cock. "Look her has so much precum". My wife took some precum from the tip of my cock "taste it baby". She brought it to my lips. The salty warm taste was surprisingly good. I liked it off before sucking her finger clean while still taking her best friends cock. "Mmmm is that what you wanna do baby" she smiled and told alex "Bring that big cock over here I think he needs it in his mouth". I didn't know if i wanted i just know I didn't fight it the idea. My wife guided Alex's cock into my mouth. I starting off akward but before long I was passionately sucking her cock eyes closed while stroking myself and with the other hand stroking her cock. I couldnt take it all it was just to big. Alex moans "Turn over baby" I opened my eyes and realized my wife now sat in the corner rubbing her pussy. "Keep going baby I wanna watch this". Not saying anything word I put a pillow under me arch my back over it ready to receive my wife best friend cock. She slides in giving me passionate backshots. She holds my hips pulling and pushing me giving long strokes. "Holy fuck your husband is so tight". She pulls me hugging me from the back now pounding my ass aggressively. "Im gonna cum, hes too tight".

She begins to twitch and squirm as long ropes of cum shooting deep in my ass. I moaned out in pleasure "im cumming too fuck". My wife jumps up takes my whole small cock in her mouth and begins swallowing my whole load. She comes up with cum still on her lips. Alex pulls out bends over eating my ass slurping the cum dripping out of my asshole. She too comes up with cum on her lips. I fall on the bed they both lay on me, now kissing me I can taste my own cum and Alex's cum at the same time. We fall asleep spooing naked, thinking to myself "I cant wait for the next one'.

Tom’s grip tightened for a moment, a silent acknowledgement of the "Sir" that had slipped so naturally from Randy’s lips. The dominance in the room had shifted from a subtle suggestion to an absolute reality. Tom slowly released him, but the absence of his warmth felt like a sudden void.

"I have something else for you," Tom said, his voice smooth and expectant. He led Randy back to the open suitcase, where a shimmering heap of white fabric awaited. "The final piece for tonight. Put this on. Now."

Randy looked down and felt his heart hammer against his ribs. It was a set of bridal lingerie—a sheer, white lace teddy with delicate spaghetti straps and a matching garter belt. It was breathtakingly feminine, designed to accentuate every curve of a woman's body, and the thought of sliding into it made Randy’s stomach flip with a mixture of terror and intense longing.

"I... I can't," Randy breathed, though his hands were already reaching for the lace.

"You can, and you will," Tom commanded, his eyes narrowing. "Strip. Everything."

Trembling, Randy stepped out of the silk panties, leaving him completely naked and shivering under Tom’s predatory gaze. He felt the air hit his skin, making him feel smaller than ever. With shaking fingers, he stepped into the white lace, pulling the sheer fabric up over his slender hips. The material was gossamer-thin, clinging to his pale skin and leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination. As he fastened the garter straps around his thighs, the contrast of the bridal white against his skin made him feel like a sacrificial lamb. He felt exposed, fragile, and utterly owned.

When he finally stood straight, the lace hugging his small chest and the high-cut leg openings framing his cute, tight rear, Tom let out a low, guttural sound of approval.

"Perfect," Tom whispered. "Absolutely perfect."

Tom stepped forward, his presence overwhelming. He reached out and cupped Randy’s face in his large, warm palms, forcing the younger man to look up into his eyes. The intensity there was suffocating. Without another word, Tom leaned in and crashed his lips against Randy’s.

It wasn't a gentle kiss; it was a claim. Tom’s mouth was hungry and demanding, his tongue sweeping into Randy’s mouth with a possessive force that left Randy breathless. Randy let out a muffled moan, his hands instinctively clutching at Tom’s muscular biceps, his body arching instinctively toward the heat. The taste of Tom—masculine and dominant—filled his senses, drowning out everything else.

Tom broke the kiss only to trail his lips down the column of Randy’s throat. He didn't just kiss; he marked. He nipped at the tender skin of Randy’s neck, sucking a deep, dark bruise into the porcelain flesh, claiming the territory. Randy’s head fell back, a sharp gasp escaping him as the sensation of Tom’s teeth sent sparks of pleasure radiating through his entire frame.

"You're mine, Randy," Tom growled against his skin, his breath hot and heavy. "My pretty little bride."

With a sudden, firm movement, Tom gripped Randy’s waist and shoved him backward, pressing him hard against the cold hotel wall. The contrast of the chilled wall against his back and Tom’s searing body against his front made Randy cry out. He was trapped, pinned by the sheer mass of the man, his legs trembling in the white lace.

Tom’s hand slid down, bypassing the waist of the teddy to find the small, swollen cock straining against the sheer fabric. Tom’s fingers closed around him, teasing the head through the lace with a slow, rhythmic pressure that made Randy’s toes curl.

"Look at you," Tom murmured, his voice dripping with satisfaction as he felt Randy pulse in his grip. "So worked up for your master. You love being my little slut, don't you?"

Randy couldn't even find the words to answer; he could only sob a desperate, needy sound, his hips involuntarily bucking against Tom’s hand, begging for the friction to turn into something more.

Tom didn't break the kiss as he maneuvered Randy backward, his powerful arms guiding the smaller man toward the expansive bed. With a firm, decisive movement, Tom pushed Randy down onto the soft, cool sheets. The contrast was stark—Randy, pale and fragile in his white bridal lace, splayed out against the dark linens, looking every bit the delicate prize Tom had spent the evening preparing.

Tom hovered over him for a moment, his eyes dark with a predatory hunger as he took in the sight of Randy’s trembling form. Without a word, Tom reached for the straps of the bridal teddy. He didn't rip them; instead, he slid them slowly off Randy’s shoulders, peeling the sheer lace down his torso with agonizing deliberation. As the garment was pushed down past his hips and discarded, Randy was left completely exposed, his chest heaving and his blue eyes wide with a mixture of fear and desperate longing.

"Look at you," Tom murmured, his voice a low, possessive rumble. "Absolutely beautiful. So soft, so perfect."

Tom shifted his weight, crawling up the bed until he was positioned between Randy’s slender legs. He didn't go for the kill immediately. Instead, he reached down, his large hand cupping Randy’s small, firm buttock, lifting it slightly. Randy let out a sharp gasp, his back arching as Tom’s fingers began to explore.

With a slow, methodical precision, Tom pressed a single finger against Randy’s tight, puckered entrance. Randy shivered, a small whimper escaping his lips as he felt the intrusion. Tom didn't rush; he circled the opening, teasing the sensitive rim, applying just enough pressure to let Randy know exactly what was coming. Slowly, the finger slid inside, stretching the tight muscle. Randy’s breath hitched, his fingers clawing at the sheets as he felt the fullness of Tom’s finger claiming him.

"You're so tight, Randy," Tom whispered, adding a second finger, stretching him further, molding him to receive. "Just a little bit more. Open up for me, baby."

As Randy melted into the mattress, his resistance dissolving into a haze of pleasure, Tom shifted his position. He slid down the bed, his face pressing against the soft curve of Randy’s backside. Randy let out a loud, broken moan as he felt the hot, wet slide of Tom’s tongue against his ass. Tom licked him with a slow, sweeping motion, tasting him, before focusing his attention on the tight hole. He sucked the sensitive flesh into his mouth, his tongue swirling and probing deep inside.

The sensation was overwhelming. Randy’s head tossed from side to side, his voice reduced to fragmented moans and pleas. He felt completely undone, his masculinity stripped away, replaced by a raw, feminine vulnerability that made him crave Tom’s dominance more than he had ever craved anything in his life.

Finally, Tom moved back up, his body heavy and hot against Randy’s. He positioned himself in a traditional missionary stance, pinning Randy’s wrists above his head with one hand, while the other braced himself beside Randy’s ear. The sight of Tom’s thick, pulsing cock hovering at the entrance of his heat made Randy’s heart race.

"You're mine now," Tom growled, his eyes locking onto Randy’s. "Everything you are belongs to me."

With one powerful, steady thrust, Tom slid deep inside. Randy’s eyes flew open, a loud, guttural cry escaping him as his body was stretched to its limit. It was a feeling of total invasion and total completion. Tom didn't stop; he began to move, his rhythm slow and hard, each stroke driving deep into Randy’s core.

The bed creaked under the force of Tom’s muscular frame. He fucked Randy with a possessive intensity, treating him exactly like the woman he wanted him to be. Randy wrapped his legs around Tom’s waist, pulling him deeper, his moans turning into rhythmic sobs of ecstasy. He felt the friction, the heat, and the sheer weight of Tom’s authority crushing him into the mattress, molding him into the perfect, submissive boy-wife.

Tom’s rhythm was relentless, but as the friction built, he decided he wanted a different view of his prize. He withdrew slowly, the wet sound of his exit making Randy shiver and whimper at the sudden loss of fullness. Before Randy could even catch his breath, Tom’s large hands gripped his hips, hauling him upward.

"On your hands and knees, Randy," Tom commanded, his voice a low, possessive growl that left no room for hesitation. "Present yourself to me. Let me see every inch of what I own."

Randy obeyed instantly, his movements clumsy and trembling. He shifted onto all fours, his slender arms shaking as he supported his weight. He felt utterly exposed, his pale skin contrasting against the dark sheets, his small, rounded backside arched high in the air. The position felt instinctively wrong yet electrically right, amplifying the feeling of submission that had been simmering in him all evening. He looked back over his shoulder, his twinkling blue eyes wide and glazed with lust, seeing Tom watching him with a predatory hunger.

Tom didn't rush back in. Instead, he leaned forward, his chest pressing against Randy’s delicate back, his breath hot against the nape of Randy's neck. He reached down, his fingers returning to the tight, glistening entrance he had already claimed. He began to tease the hole again, sliding two fingers in and out with a slow, stretching motion.

"Look at how you take me," Tom whispered, his voice vibrating through Randy's spine. "So tight, so eager. You were made for this, weren't you? Made to be my little slut."

Randy let out a broken moan, his head dropping as he leaned into the sensation. The stretching felt intense, a mixture of pressure and pleasure that made his toes curl. Just as Randy began to crave the fullness of Tom's cock, Tom withdrew his fingers and dipped his head. He began to lap at Randy’s ass again, his tongue swirling around the sensitive rim before sucking the tight opening deep into his mouth.

Randy screamed into the pillow, his hips bucking involuntarily. The sensation of Tom’s wet, hot tongue probing his most private depths was overwhelming. He felt completely undone, his identity as a man dissolving under the weight of Tom’s dominance. He wasn't just an assistant anymore; he was a toy, a pet, a boy-wife being molded by a master's hand.

"Please..." Randy sobbed, though he didn't know what he was asking for. "Please, Tom..."

"I've got you, baby," Tom murmured against his skin, his voice thick with desire.

Tom shifted, positioning his thick, pulsing length at the entrance of Randy’s heat. He didn't plunge in this time; he entered with agonizing slowness, millimeter by millimeter. Randy gasped, his back arching further as he felt himself being stretched wide once more. The slow entry allowed Randy to feel every ridge, every throb of Tom’s cock as it claimed him from behind.

Once fully seated, Tom paused, letting Randy adjust to the sheer size of him. Then, he began to move. The pace was deliberate, each thrust deep and punishing, driving Randy’s chest down toward the mattress. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, a raw, rhythmic percussion that matched the pounding of Randy's heart.

Randy’s moans shifted, blending the sharp edge of pain with an all-consuming pleasure. Every time Tom hit his prostate, a jolt of electricity shot through Randy's slender frame, making him cry out in a high, feminine pitch. He felt the raw bond between them deepening with every stroke, a psychic tether of ownership and surrender.

Tom reached forward, pinning Randy’s wrists to the bed with one hand while the other gripped the back of Randy's neck, forcing him to stay pinned under the onslaught. "You're mine," Tom groaned, his pace quickening, his muscular thighs straining as he hammered into the smaller man. "My beautiful, broken little thing. You're never going back to how you were."

Randy could only moan in agreement, his mind a blur of white lace and dominant commands, melting completely into the role Tom had carved out for him.

Caleb spent the rest of the week working from home. He couldn’t bear to see everyone after all the embarrassment. Everyone in the office had seen his big bare cheeks, and to make it worse, the pictures and videos of him had spread around the office thanks to Ryan and Marcus. Everyone had seen him get spanked publicly and how much he enjoyed it. He stayed confined to his house for the next four days until there was a knock at his door.

Caleb wasn’t expecting any visitors, so he wasn’t dressed. All he had on was a pair of shorts and his t-shirt. He didn’t bother wearing underwear under the thin white shorts. When he opened the door, he was surprised to see Ryan and Marcus standing there in their bathing suits.

Caleb: What are you guys doing here?

Marcus: We are going to the beach, remember?

Caleb: I don’t know, guys. I'm not ready to face the public yet.

Marcus: Oh come on, that was so long ago.

Caleb: It was literally four days ago. I can still feel the sting in my cheeks!

Ryan: Enough talking, let’s go, dork.

Before Caleb could respond, Ryan grabbed Caleb by his balls, which were clearly noticeable through his thin shorts and walked him out of the house and into the car. Marcus grabbed Caleb’s wallet and keys and locked the door before joining them. The trio took off and made their way to the beach.

It was a nice sunny day, with a warm, comforting breeze carrying the smell of the sea. When they arrived at the beach it was packed full of visitors. It was then that Caleb finally expressed how he didn’t have a swimsuit and wouldn’t be able to join them in the water. He thought he had gotten away with not having to deal with their beach day, but Ryan came prepared. He pulled out a tiny swimsuit and tossed it at Caleb.

Ryan: Don’t worry, we have you covered… well, partially. Now drop those shorts and put your new swimsuit on.

Caleb looked at the tiny garment and immediately realized that they wanted him to wear a tiny thong. He couldn’t be caught wearing such a revealing outfit. He was about to oppose wearing it when Marcus pantsed him! His big butt was on full display for the people passing by. He tried to bend over and pick his shorts back up, but Marcus had his foot planted on top of them. While he was bent over, his cheeks parted slightly, and his low-hanging balls dangled in between his legs. He heard a couple of people giggling as they got a good sight as they passed by.

Caleb gave in and stepped out of his shorts and wiggled himself into the tiny thong. It was a little snug and really cupped his junk nicely. But the tiny string disappeared between his cheeks and pressed snugly against his sensitive hole. The thong felt like it was trying to dig its way inside of him. Even after adjusting the very tight string, it just went right back to pressing itself against his hole.

Ryan: *Whistles* Well, don’t you look sexy.

Marcus: Sexy and slutty. *laughs*

Caleb: Shut up, you guys are the ones who picked this out.

Ryan: And we did a fantastic job because that ass is looking nice and round and totally… let me stop.

Caleb blushed at his friends' reactions to him in the thong. He kind of enjoyed having their gazes on him. The trio grabbed their gear and found a spot on the beach. Caleb was glad they had finally found a good spot away from too many people because everyone kept staring at him as he walked by. Every time he turned around someone had their phone out, taking pictures of his big butt.

Most of the day, the guys hung around on the beach, talking and relaxing in the sun, but it got a little too warm for them. With some coaxing from his friends, Caleb joined them for a swim. He was very surprised that they hadn’t tried to embarrass him or tease him. They swam around for a little while before finally relaxing in the water. As they floated, Caleb could have sworn he felt someone’s hand graze over his ass, but he wasn’t sure. However, when it happened four more times, he was sure one of them was messing with him.

Caleb: Okay, I think it’s time for a snack.

Ryan: Yeah, I have to agree.

Marcus: I’m going to swim a little longer.

Ryan and Caleb swam back to the beach, but just as Caleb walked onto the shore, Ryan jumped out of the water and onto his back. Caleb fell to the ground, and the two started wrestling. It was playful at first, but Ryan had other ideas. He quickly put Caleb’s head between his legs and grabbed the waistband of his thong. He pulled it hard and fast, like he was trying to start a lawnmower. Every pull made the tiny string burn through his cheeks and race over his sensitive hole. Caleb couldn’t help but moan from the sensation and give in to the pleasure. It wasn’t until he felt a different sensation that he started to worry.

While his big butt was being destroyed by his thong, his cock had grown. He was getting more turned on by the second and his large cock was pushing through. It was trying to find a way to break free of the thong. Panic kicked in as Caleb imagined the embarrassment that would fall over him if he gave Ryan a close up view of how turned on he got from having his big butt dominated.

He tried to gather his strength to free himself, but it was too late. His cock had found its way out the side of his thong. It sprang out and hit the sand. He was lucky Ryan was too preoccupied playing with his butt to notice. Unfortunately for Caleb, Ryan noticed as soon as he felt something hard and sticky slide across his leg. He quickly pulled Caleb's butt into the air and forced him into a handstand, where the backs of his legs were on Ryan’s shoulders, and his butt was perfectly placed between Ryan’s face and chest. Now with Caleb on his back, his cock bounced up and down, smearing pre-cum all over his stomach.

Ryan had dreamt about having Caleb in that position many times. He wanted to embarrass his friend and finally get to play with all of him. Luckily for the two of them, the area they had chosen was secluded enough that no one was close around and Marcus was still playing in the water. Ryan grabbed Caleb’s hard, throbbing cock and massaged it, edging Caleb and making him moan from the pleasure. He tried to stifle his moans, but it was all in vain. Ryan’s fantasy was coming true, and he wasn’t going to give up this moment. He sunk his head in between Caleb’s open cheeks and finally got to taste his prize. Caleb’s moans increased and got louder as Ryan enjoyed his prize.

However, it didn’t last long because Caleb’s moans were so loud that they started attracting attention. Ryan had Caleb right on the edge of cumming when he stopped. He let Caleb go and laid him on the warm sand, and just as he had more eyes on him, he gave Caleb a massive frontal wedgie…

*RRRRRIIIIIPPPPP*

The thong ripped clean off of him. The sudden friction from the thong ripping away from his body was too much for Caleb.

Marcus: Hey, what did I miss?

Caleb: *Moans* Ooooooohhhhh YESSSSSS!

Caleb shot his load all over himself in front of his friends and the people who had noticed what was going on. He shot rope after rope, some accidentally hitting him in the face. He didn’t care about the embarrassment at the time, just the amazing feeling he was experiencing. It wasn’t until the sensation came to an end that he remembered where he was and how exposed he was. He quickly opened his eyes to see Ryan and Marcus grinning as they stood over him. He looked from side to side and noticed he even had a small audience watching him. He turned a bright shade of red as he quickly used his hands to cover his still leaking cock.

Caleb: We have to get out of here, please!

Marcus: No way you’re getting in my car covered in all that cum. You’ll have to go rinse off in the water, and then you can get in.

Caleb knew they just wanted to embarrass him some more, but he didn’t have a choice. He quickly ran for the water, completely naked. People laughed and shouted comments as he splashed around until he was cleaned off. Unfortunately, since the water was so cold and he had just emptied his balls, his cock shriveled up. Every guy's embarrassing nightmare was happening to him at that moment. As Caleb contemplated what to do, Ryan and Marcus made a run for the car, leaving Caleb with nothing to cover up with. He knew it was then or never, so he rushed out of the water and ran across the beach.

Beach Bro: Look, he’s STREAKING!!!!!!!

Everyone turned to see Caleb clutching his shriveled cock as he ran across the beach naked. The sound of applause followed behind him as people cheered and his massive cheeks clapped. Caleb just knew the pictures and videos of him would end up getting spread around to his office again and didn’t know how he was going to face them after so much embarrassment. Caleb was deep in thought as he ran across the beach and half the parking lot. It wasn’t until he made it back to the car that he snapped out of his thoughts. Ryan and Marcus were waiting for him with the doors locked.

Caleb: Okay, guys, you got me. Now let me in, please.

Ryan: Hmmm, should we let him in, Marcus?

Marcus: Hmmm, not until he drops his hands and does a full 360 for us.

Caleb: Come on, everyone’s seen me naked now.

Marcus: It’s either that or you can take the bus all the way home.

Caleb reluctantly gave in and dropped his hands to reveal his trimmed pubes and soft cock. He quickly spun around, but just as he turned around, behind him was his boss and his friends pulling into the parking spot next to them.

Mr. Smith: Caleb? What in the world are you doing? Why are you naked and showing off like some lewd slut?

Caleb: Mr. Smith, I can explain.

Mr. Fields: Don’t be too hard on him, Donny. You know how it was to be that age.

Mr. Smith: Oh shut up, you make it sound like we are so old. We are only fifteen years apart. I’m still young and wild.

Mr. Fields: Okay, sure thing, buddy.

Mr. Smith: I want to see you in my office Monday morning. We need to discuss your recent love of being scantily dressed and sometimes nude. Be there at 9 a.m. or you will be punished.

Caleb: Yes, sir!

The doors unlocked, and Caleb quickly jumped in the car as Ryan and Marcus laughed. Caleb was too worried about Monday to think about being upset with the two of them. The ride home was mostly uneventful, except for a few trucks honking at a naked Caleb as they passed by. When they reached Caleb’s house, Marcus handed Caleb his wallet and keys, and they shoved him out of the car and took off, honking as they drove down the street. Windows started opening, and doors cracked to find a naked Caleb stumbling into the house.

~ To be continued ~

All characters engaged in sexual activity are 18 or older.

“Alright, Will, your turn, truth or dare?” Nick shoots my way with a shit-eating grin on his face. The guy just shotgunned an entire Corona in under thirty seconds, so now I have to step it up, otherwise he’s going to be gloating the rest of the weekend. 

“Dare,” I shoot back. “Do your worst.” 

“Hmmm.” Nick taps his index finger on his lips dramatically, as if this is anything other than some stupid game he pulled us into. “I dare you to jump in the pool naked,” he says, blue eyes taunting me, daring me to back down. 

Danny and Justin chuckle while Matt yells out something about not jumping in on this side of the pool now that he’s got the grill going for our Fourth of July BBQ. I ignore them as my eyes flick to the shimmering pool and then to the harsh sun overhead. We’ve been in and out of the pool since we got here a few hours ago, so all of us are shirtless and in various stages of drying off. But it’s been a minute since I hopped in, and the sweat trickling down the side of my forehead makes it easier for me to nod and walk over to the other end of the pool. 

I shove my shorts down and immediately hear wolf-whistles the moment my cock flops out into view. After a quick middle finger in their direction, I jump into the pool with a small splash, the water nice and cool against my warm skin. I swim a lap from one end of the pool to the other, cutting through the water effortlessly now that my shorts aren’t creating a drag. No wonder swimmers wear speedos—this feels amazing. 

When I surface, Danny and Justin cheer while Nick yells out, “Woo hoo! Skinny dipping time!”

Not to be outdone, Nick strips off his shorts, and surprisingly so do Danny and Justin. All three of them jump in naked, causing Matt to yell again about the grill. “Oh, come on, Matt! Live a little. Join us! You know you want to,” Danny teases when he comes back up for air. 

Matt shakes his head and then mutters something under his breath before stepping away from the grill and joining us—sans clothing, of course.

Seeing each other naked isn’t new for any of us. That’s what happens when you live in the same fraternity house for three years straight. At some point or another, we’ve all walked in on each other—showering, changing, jacking off, even in the middle of hooking up with some random chick—there really isn’t anything we haven’t seen. But skinny dipping is new for us, though it helps that it’s just the five of us and not the entire Kappa fraternity here today. 

We swim around for a while, splashing and chasing each other around the pool, throwing an inflatable ball around for shits and giggles, completely at ease with each other’s nudity. That is until Matt gets out, rivulets of water running down his body as he looks around for his shorts. 

“Hey Matt,” Danny calls out. “I dare you to grill up the food naked. Just don’t get your spunk all over my burger.” 

That earns him a laugh from all of us, but Matt rolls his eyes. “That’s not how the game works, Danny boy. You have to ask me truth or dare.” 

“Fine, truth or dare?” Danny chirps.

Matt sighs heavily, the regret already clear in his eyes. “Dare, I guess…”

Danny gets out of the pool with a smirk. “Well, then you know what my dare is. In fact, I dare all of us to stay naked the rest of the day.”

Justin sputters, “Bro, what if my parents come home? What the fuck am I supposed to say to them?”

Danny waves him off and says, “They’re gone for the weekend, dude. They’re not coming back.” 

Justin shakes his head and mutters something about being grateful his parents don’t have cameras in the backyard. The rest of us get out of the pool, and I go to lie down on one of the pool chairs, hoping to tan the places that never get any sun. 

“Will, truth or dare?” Nick taunts, sitting down next to me. 

“What? I just went, it should be Justin’s turn or yours.” 

“Fine,” he huffs. “Justin, truth or dare?” he asks, turning to Justin, who’s on his other side. 

“Umm, truth.” Justin replies. 

“Booo!” Nick gives him a thumbs down. “What’s the gayest shit you’ve ever done?”

Justin’s face pales and he stammers, “The fuck? I… I haven’t done gay shit.” 

Matt snorts from the grill and with a grin asks, “So what do you call cuddling up to me that one time we shared a hotel bed and I woke up to your boner pressing up against my cheeks?”

Justin’s face falls, and he hisses, “I told you that was an accident. I can’t control my morning wood.” 

We all burst out laughing, except for Justin, who looks at the pool like he’s contemplating whether he can drown himself in there. But then he snaps out of it and turns his gaze to Nick. “Nick, truth or dare?”

“Dare,” Nick says confidently. 

Justin gives him a look, and I already know this isn’t going to be good. Justin is usually the more responsible one, but he gets a little crazy when he feels he’s backed into a corner. “Nick, I dare you to give Will head until he comes.” 

My eyes go wide, and Danny and Matt stop chattering by the grill to look at us. Nick’s got this stunned expression on his face, looking back and forth between me and the evil smile on Justin’s face. 

“Dude… You know I can’t turn down a dare,” Nick says softy. 

There is no fucking way he’s sucking my cock. Is he?

For the first time ever, I think Nick is going to give in and call it quits. Until he slowly gets up from his chair and sits on the edge of mine, right between my legs. My cock twitches from the proximity, his eyes flicking between my dick and my eyes, like he’s not sure if he should even look at me. But finally his eyes lock with mine and I give him a subtle nod, not really thinking through what I just gave him permission to do. 

Nick leans in close, one arm balancing his weight between my legs while his free hand reaches out and gently grabs my shaft. His fingers wrap around my length, gently stroking it to life. The fact that my best friend has his hand around my dick is weird enough, but my cock should not be responding the way it is. 

He’s a guy, what the hell is wrong with my penis?

Within seconds, I’m fully hard, all six inches standing at attention as Nick moves his fist up and down, his thumb teasing the underside of the head, massaging the bundle of nerves there. 

A low groan escapes me, and I lean my head back for half a second before I feel something wet across my crown, only to see Nick’s tongue tentatively swiping against it, like he’s licking a popsicle for the first time. 

The others have gotten closer to us—even Matt, grill forgotten again—their cocks suspiciously plumper than they had been a few minutes ago. But my attention is dragged back to what’s happening between my legs when Nick takes my entire head in his mouth, softly sucking on it, eliciting another moan from me. Pleasure sparks throughout my body, and my stomach feels like it’s doing cartwheels. 

Nick draws his eyes up to me as he continues to suck, his tongue swirling around the crown before teasing the slit with the tip of his tongue, lapping up my precum. My hands fly into his hair, fingers threading through his locks, and his eyes bore into me as he takes me deeper, silently asking if he’s doing okay. 

“Fuck, Nick,” I gasp, tightening my grip on his hair. I want to tell him he’s doing amazing, but it shouldn’t feel this good getting head from a guy, should it? I mean, I’ve had my fair share of girls suck me off, but this is next level. 

And it only gets better as he slowly takes in more of my length into his mouth, inch by inch until the blunt head is hitting the back of his throat, causing him to gag and pull away. But the loss of his mouth around me has me pushing him back down a second later while he strokes what he can’t take with his hand. 

I can see in my periphery that the others are completely hard now, Danny openly stroking himself while Justin and Matt are holding back somehow—though their cocks are shiny with precum. 

Then Nick surprises me by sinking lower onto my cock again, this time without gagging. His nose brushes against my trimmed pubes before he swallows, his throat constricting around me, pushing me over the edge. I warn him I’m coming, but the first jet of cum erupts in his mouth before he can pull off. He strokes me through my orgasm, his fist furiously fucking me up and down as I explode all over myself, painting my chest and abs. 

Nick doesn’t stop stroking me until I’m completely spent and oversensitive. I grab his wrist to stop him, and we lock eyes again. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and grins at me. “That wasn’t as bad as I thought it was going to be... Now, Will, it’s your turn, truth or dare?”

I stare at him, stunned. He’s acting like him sucking my dick is no big deal. But I shake it off. If that’s how he wants to play it, then fine. “Dare,” I tell him. 

He gives me a devilish grin. “I dare you to let us come all over you.” 

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So I'm sharing a hotel room with my hot divorced wrestling coach for this tournament weekend. Couldn't sleep last night, ended up grinding back on his cock until he came all between my cheeks and I shot my load too. Yeah... that "one-time only" rule these straight men say... didn't even last the first night.

The next night we were in the hotel bed reviewing some of the wrestling tactics for the team. We sat side by side against the headboard with the laptop open between us, thighs pressed tight together as we went through clips from the day. Grayson paused on one of the boys missing an escape. "See his hips? Too high. That is why he got reversed."

His voice stayed steady but his breathing had grown heavier, and the thick bulge in his sweats was impossible to ignore right beside me. My own cock hardened fast, straining against my shorts. I couldn't stop glancing from the screen to him, at the rise and fall of his chest, at the way that heavy outline kept twitching and growing thicker every time our legs shifted against each other.

He set the laptop on the nightstand without a word and turned to face me fully, eyes dark and jaw tight.

"Hayes," he said, voice low and rough. "I cannot focus on reviewing these moves with you looking at me like that."

I swallowed. "Like what, Coach?"

"Like you are remembering last night," he answered, breathing hot against my face. "Like you want my cock again."

He was right. I'd been thinking about Coach’s cock all day long. Every time I tried to focus on the match clips, on the missed escapes or the high hips or the chain wrestling sequences, my eyes kept drifting to him instead. To the way his polo stretched across his chest when he leaned forward. To the thick outline in his sweats when he shifted on the bed just now. To the memory of how that same cock had felt sliding close to my hole last night, dripping with pre-cum, the fat head nudging my hole over and over until he unloaded in heavy ropes that still felt sticky against my skin even after I washed it off. I had been staring at him for a moment too long, caught in the act, and he had noticed.

“Uhm..Coach,” I started, voice cracking on the single word.

“Hayes, we can’t keep doing this.” He exhaled rough, jaw tight. “I can’t keep doing this.”

“But Coach… I… I wasn’t staring,” I lied, the words weak even to my own ears.

Grayson looked down at my shorts. There was an obvious bulge tenting the front, the head of my cock outlined clear against the fabric, a small wet spot already forming where pre-cum had leaked through. His eyes lingered there for a long second, dark and heavy.

“So why are you rock hard right now?” he asked quietly.

The words hung in the air between us like smoke. His hand slid onto my thigh, squeezing once, heavy and deliberate. The room felt ten degrees hotter. My cock throbbed against the pressure of his palm. Grayson’s breathing had turned ragged. His own bulge twitched visibly in his sweats, thickening, the head pushing against the gray cotton until the shape was unmistakable.

He reached up with his free hand and peeled his polo over his head in one slow motion. The shirt caught briefly on his shoulders before sliding free. His muscular chest filled my vision: broad pecs dusted with dark hair, nipples tight from the cool air, deep cuts along his obliques leading down to the V of his hips. Sweat from the day still clung faintly to his skin, making him glisten under the lamp light. Scars from old matches traced faint white lines across the muscle. He tossed the polo aside.

“If we do this again tonight,” he said, voice low and rough, “it’s the last time, you have to promise me.”

He hooked his fingers into the waistband of his sweatpants. The fabric stretched tight over the thick ridge of his cock before he tugged downward. The pants slid past his hips, freeing his erection. Six and a half inches of veiny meat sprang up, already fully hard, foreskin rolled halfway back, head flushed dark purple and shiny with pre-cum. His balls hung heavy below, full and low. The sight made my mouth water.

I couldn't speak. My hands moved on their own. I pulled my shirt over my head and shoved my shorts and underwear down in one frantic motion, kicking them off. My five-inch cock sprang free, hard and leaking, head flushed red.

Grayson stared at it for a long moment. His breathing had turned shallow, chest rising and falling faster under the dim lamp light. He rubbed his beard once, rough, like he was trying to wake himself up from whatever spell had taken hold.

“Hayes,” he said, voice low and strained. “We should not be doing this. Not again. Not after last night. I keep telling myself it is just the adrenaline from the day, the hotel room, being stuck together like this. But every time I look at you, every time I catch those eyes staring at me like you are starving… I cannot help myself.”

He exhaled through his nose, the sound rough and frustrated. His hand flexed on his thigh, fingers curling in like he was fighting the urge to reach out.

“I am supposed to be the coach,” he continued, quieter now. “Supposed to keep things straight. Keep boundaries. I've been telling myself since the sauna room that it was a slip, a one-time thing, heat of the moment bullshit. But you look at me the way you do and my body reacts before my brain can catch up. I feel your eyes on me all day, during weigh-ins, in the locker room, even when you are supposed to be watching the mats. And my dick gets hard. Every goddamn time. That isn't normal. That's not me. I am a straight dude.”

He paused, jaw working. His cock stood rigid between his legs, thick and veiny, head shiny with a fresh bead of pre-cum that gathered at the slit and slowly stretched downward. He didn't touch it. Just let it throb in the open air between us.

“But I cannot stop wanting it,” he admitted, voice dropping even lower. “Wanting your hand again. Wanting to feel you close. Wanting to see what happens if we push this a little further. I keep saying we shouldn't. I keep saying it is wrong. But right now, sitting here with you naked and hard next to me, all I can think about is how good it feels to cum when I am around you. How good it would feel to let you do more.”

Both of us sat there on the bed, side by side, naked and exposed. The mattress dipped slightly under our combined weight. His thigh pressed warm against mine, skin on skin, the contact sending fresh sparks up my leg. The room smelled faintly of hotel laundry soap and the sharp, salty musk of arousal that was starting to fill the space between us. His cock twitched once, brushing the side of my leg as he turned his body towards me. Mine answered with a heavy pulse, another bead of pre-cum rolling down the shaft and pooling at the base.

I could feel the heat pouring off his body, the faint tremor in his muscles as he fought whatever war was going on inside his head. His breathing had grown uneven, chest rising and falling in short, controlled bursts. The dark hair scattered across his pecs caught the low light, rising with every inhale. His abs clenched once, involuntarily, the ridges tightening then relaxing again. He looked down at our cocks, so close they almost touched, his thicker and longer, mine smaller but straining upward, desperate.

“I keep telling myself this is the last time,” he said again, almost to himself. “That tomorrow we go back to normal. Coach and assistant. Nothing more. But fuck, Hayes… look at us. Both hard as hell. Both wanting it. I can feel how bad you want it from here. And I cannot pretend I don't feel the same.”

He shifted slightly, turning his hips toward me just enough that the head of his cock brushed the side of mine. The contact was electric. A low groan slipped from his throat before he could stop it. His hand moved to my thigh again, fingers digging in, holding me still while he rocked forward once, slow and deliberate, letting his shaft slide along the length of mine.

“Tell me to stop,” he muttered. “Tell me right now and I will stop. We can pretend this never happened. Go to bed. Wake up tomorrow and act like professionals.”

But he didn't pull away. His cock kept sliding against mine, hot and wet, pre-cum mixing between us, making every glide smoother. My hips rocked forward instinctively, meeting him halfway. The friction was maddening. I could feel every vein on his shaft rubbing against mine, the fat head bumping my own with each slow thrust.

“I don’t want you to stop, Coach” I whispered.