r/gaystoriesgonewild

This is a wild story it almost doesn't seem true, but I assure you I am living it.

About 2 years ago, I (38, tall, fit, hairy otter white dude) started giving into the urge to mess around with guys. I am married to a woman for 10 years, but just have an itch she can't quite scratch. I met my buddy (40s and also married) by a random add on Snapchat that listed he was in the burbs near a major city where I lived at the time. We chatted for about 2 weeks before he got us a room at a hotel. We clicked big time and about every other week, he would get a room. Things progressed over the next few months until we were full on fucking.

Then, the craziest turn of events...we were looking to move out of the city into a single family home and by total chance we ended up buying a house a few streets over from my buddy. Now we meet up several times a week at the park, parking garage, go for runs, each others houses, and on and on. He's a corporate guy with a lot of responsibilities and power at work, but with me he is a cock sucking, bottom loving, submissive man who just wants to let go and give it up for me. He's become a very good buddy and it's been fun. But the snap to neighbor plot twist was one I wasn't expecting. Never know how life will twist and turn!

I grew up in a conservative family situation, sex was taboo, sex before marriage was taboo, and sex with another guy, well that was beyond taboo.

I was never good at following rules, so I made sure to fool around with as many females as I could. It was fun, I knew I could get in trouble, but there was something missing, something I needed to try.

I wanted to be with a guy.

Bad.

One night I was over a friend's house and we were playing video games, we were both 19 at the time, and his parents were out of town. He looked at me and asked me if I wanted to see something fun.

I said of course.

He then reached under his bed and pulled out a book.

An illustrated book on sex.

I immediately got hard.

He sat down next to me and we started to thumb through the pages, and even though the illustrations were black and white, they were really well done and very hot.

Also, it didn't take long for me to realize just about half of the illustrations were guy on guy.

I was wearing loose nylon shorts and my boner was very obvious at this point.

But so was his.

The outline of his hardness looked so hot and so close.

The air was feeling stuffy and thick and all I could think about was pulling his dick out of his shorts and playing with it.

We kept slowly flipping through the book and his leg was pressed against mine and he was so close.

My senses seemed heightened and I could hear his breathing was slightly quicker, I could feel a bead of sweat forming on my forehead.

My cock was absolutely throbbing and needed to be set free from the shorts it was in.

I needed to see his dick.

The urge was overwhelming.

We came to a page where two guys were standing, lips locked and their illustrated cocks pressed against each other's, and I couldn't take it anymore.

I took the book out of his hands, stood up, my cock begging to be let out of the shorts, I turned you face him, and before I could say anything, he grabbed my shorts and pulled them down. I reached down and grabbed his shorts and did the same thing to him.

I pulled him to his feet and I kissed him. Hard and deep. Our tongues exploring each other mouths hungrily. I ran my hands around him and pulled him into me.

Our bodies colliding in a sensory overload.

It was like fireworks going off inside our bodies.

I reached down and wrapped my hand around his dick and started to stroke him, he grabbed my cook and started to do the same.

He was about 6 inches and medium thickness, pale with some freckles and it felt so good in my hand.

I was just under 7 inches and thick. I was leaking so much precum, and I could feel his cock getting slick as I jerked him.

My head was buzzing, playing with his cock awakened something in me I couldn't explain, it was like breathing for the first time and I wanted more.

We both laid down on the bed and mutually jerked each other, gripping each other's cocks, kissing so deeply.

I could feel his breath getting quicker and so was mine, I broke the kiss and looked down as his dick while I continued to jerk him.

"Cum for me please baby" I moaned

He arched his back and let out the deepest sigh/moan and he came so incredibly hard. Ropes of cum covered my hand and his cock, his cum hit his stomach and his chest, and he finally slapped my hand away.

I don't know what came over me, but I started jerking my cock and I licked his stomach and chest and got my first taste of cum.

It was savory and I thought it tasted so good, that I couldn't take it anymore.

I laid down flat on my back and I came so freaking hard.

My body convulsed and I moaned so loud, and exploded.

I covered my stomach and chest and hit my face I came so hard.

We both lay there, catching our breath.

We looked at each other and kissed each other gently, I wrapped my arms around him and drew him into me and we just lay there, enjoying our bodies against each other's.

He licked my chin and cheek and got his first taste of cum and he moaned and said he was going to need more of that.

I suggested that we clean up and get a snack because I wanted to do more, and I wanted to suck his dick. He said he wanted to do the same thing.

We both knew at that moment we would be addicted to cock. We also knew we would have a lot of fun with each other.

But that's a story for another time.

Despite all the fun of popping cherries and fucking local hos, there was still a certain kind of guy I hadn't yet hooked up with. I really wanted a taste of the stereotypical DL jock.

I will warn you right now that the following hookup involves me bottoming (yes it happens!). Also, the following dude was a little too "straight" at times (borderline homophobic). But if you can get through it, trust me this was a hot one and it set up for another encounter which I'm just as eager to tell you about.

So whenever hanging out at Marcela's campus I would hop on the ol' apps. Even that first night I was there, the one when I met crazy-ass Nick, I had briefly scrolled the grid. I continued to do so when I was around and part of my motivation was to see if I could click with the elusive DL jock type.

Well, elusive was the wrong word, because they were everywhere. And even more the later it got at night: by midnight I'd see blank and faceless profiles everywhere. One time I even showed Marcela my phone when literally every guy on the grid was blank. "See, this is why us women can't trust guys. Look how many guys are actually secretly on apps like this!"

"Honey, that's because this is a college campus and half the guys are gay or trying it on for size." This discussion was funny however in light of what ended up happening.

The night when this all happened it was already pretty late. I didn't expect to hookup with anyone and that was fine, because I'm not that desperate of a slut I swear. But then I'm on the app for good measure and a message comes through. "21 m discreet here, you looking?"

The profile was blank as a wall of gray paint but that didn't mean anything. "Potentially, 18 M," I said. Oh, that reminds me. One thing I had started doing was taking off my face pics sometimes. I know, it's kind of gross, but I thought that maybe if I "got on their level" I would fit in with the DL boys more. Anyway, it seemed to work, because this dude was hitting me up.

Next thing I knew I was getting the dump. Ah yes, the dump, that unsolicited photo drop along with some wall of text to define all the guy's rules. In this case, what I got was some mouth-watering eye candy that made me stop pretending to dance at this random party. If a DL jock is what I wanted, that's what I had got. And fuck, this was a jock. Sexy, sculpted upper body with that puffy-looking quality because it looks like a water ballon, and I'm speaking of shoulders, arms, pecs, even his abs. His cock was about 6.5 and nice and thick with trimmed pubes. All his selfies were taken in weird lighting that consisted of a dark background and a spotlight. It looked like interrogation footage lol.

Along with the pics he had sent, "21 m jock here. Only TOP, looking for bottoms only. If I messaged you it means you need to host. Clean, no drama, discreet only."

Oh, well. Was I really in a bottom mood tonight? And hosting, there was no chance of that happening. "You're damn hot man. I'd send my pics but I can't host, sorry," I sent. To my surprise my phone vibrated the next moment.

"Send your pics," he typed. Well ok Mr. Demanding, I thought.

I dropped a few, trying to be careful about including my cock since it might, uh, turn him off. He got pics of me holding a joint outside, me flexing in the mirror, and then I dug deep to find a couple ass shots for him. It wasn't my best feature, but it was cute and tight and peachy.

"That works. You down?"

"I still can't host," I said, confused.

"Never mind that. I can host tonight." There was a pause then he sent, "I'll send you where to meet in 10 mins."

Suddenly I got a big fucking thrill and grinned. Marcela immediately clocked it and knew I'd be parting company soon. (She knows me so well.) The only thing was, I had somehow signed myself up to bottom.

From what I could tell, this guy's cock was right at the limit of what I could expect myself to take without notice. Even so, the stars really have to align right for me to bottom and to be perfectly honest, there was probably 50/50 chance in my mind if I'd end up following through with that part. The one wild card was that I hadn't seen his face (nor had he seen mine), but he just looked like he'd be a stud.

So without belaboring this part, I started walking (in the cold) towards where he said to meet him. It wasn't even a real address but some random parking lot and it was across campus fucking 45 mins walk away. When I got there, I was thinking this had better be good. Finally somebody showed up in a black hoodie pulled down low. I wanted to roll my eyes but I could see how that hoodie made way for his body, stretching over a huge muscle chest, and I thought maybe this will be worth it after all.

So paranoid DL boy hadn't even given me his address and instead led me on another fucking 10 minute walk, back the direction I came from! He didn't talk and finally we walked up to the second floor of a townhouse. My first thought on going inside was, the place looked very neat and homey. The only exceptions were tons of empty bottles on the counter and also a gaming console on the pause screen with some blankets and chips on the ground.

"This way," came the deep clear voice. I followed him down a short hall and into the bedroom. That's where the vibes got even more homey with a crisp bedspread, matching lamps and framed art on the walls. I saw makeup on the dresser and that's when it clicked.

"Ohh," I couldn't help letting out. "Do you and your girlfriend live here?"

I shouldn't have said that and my hookup sniffed defensively as he finally removed his hood. "None of your business. You're here for my cock."

Before I could fire back a comeback, I got an actually good look at his face. All I had seen before was a squarish jawline and serious expression and now I got the complete picture. That jawline was indeed very square and very chiseled. His eyes were deep and intense kind of, and he had a smaller pointy nose. This guy's brown hair was medium length and neat looking, and he was clean shaven. Ugh, yes he was hot.

"Your cock. Of course." I smiled.

There was a pause then bro started to fully take off his hoodie. He didn't have anything underneath which I found... eughghhg, too much. I instantly wanted to grope his pecs and suck on his nipples. Then he moved forward to sit on the bed, half tripping over himself. When he looked back up at me and I got another smell of him, I realized.

This dude was drunk. Not just drunk, but completely wasted. I think he had been trying to hide it outside which is why he walked in such a robotic way and stayed ahead of me. But all the bottles in the kitchen plus what I was noticing here, and yeah.

"So were you, uh, enjoying some beer? Maybe a nice lager?" Call this poking the bear, I don't care. I'm not the submissive type.

"What the fuck? Just get down and open your mouth. I don't bring fah- I mean, gay guys back here to talk."

"What did you just say?" I was actually surprised he caught himself in time.

"Shut up bro, who cares."

"You know, you are the one who invited me here. You are just as bit as gay as I am."

"Dude, I'm warning you--"

"You love boys, admit it. Even if you have a picture with your girlfriend on the dresser," I said, waving at it.

DL jock's head whipped over and he realized what I'd seen. "Ok, whatever. This is done." Immediately he zipped up his hoodie.

Suddenly I felt foolish. "No, hold on. Fuck."

"Back it up. You gotta go."

I sighed. "Sorry man, it's your life and all. Just please, you haven't seen my ass. Just wait a sec."

He seemed to pause for a second but then put his hand on my shoulder to shoo me. "No way, I'm not fucking you in here."

So much for me and my big mouth...

We were in the living room now and the whole situation could not be more obvious. This truly was some "straight" guy, his girlfriend away or out of town. It was exactly the fantasy I wanted. "Look," I said, "forget your room. Let's just fuck right here." I glanced at the TV again. "Oh, hang on. I love that game," I said. I was pretty sure it was God of War and indeed I'd been playing it myself around the same time.

"Oh. Y-yeah, it's... pretty sick." The alcohol here was working in my favor. Maybe he'd just forget our little fight.

"Did you beat it yet? How far are you?"

"Nah man. I don't have much time to play. I was just gaming before when I..."

Our eyes met. I gave him the sexiest eyes I could manage then started to take off my pants. His eyes gradually went down as I turned to show him my ass in my briefs. Shaking my weight from side to side, I started to lower the waistband. With my crack showing I put one foot on his couch and looked over my shoulder. "Please. I need it."

This was pretty bold from a guy who was 98% top. But I really did want to make this a reality and I was focused on just getting us past the awkwardness!

"Ok," he said at last. Bro collapsed on his couch and ripped his hoodie back off, along with the sweats he was wearing. He was very clumsy in his movements but I just kept staring at his big muscled legs and those pecs. He also had a couple tats on one arm which complemented him nicely.

I wasted no time, stripping off my shirt and getting on the floor in front of him. I was surrounded by his throw blanket and staring up at him as I pushed my face into his junk. He was wearing boxers and I got a masculine though not excessive smell, something deep and indicative of the kind of guy he was. He just stared at me as I kissed his inner thigh. "Can I take it out?" I said.

"Sure, man," he said.

He looked very low energy all of a sudden and I knew I'd have to spice things up. I smelled through the fabric some more then started to lick around his thighs and at last he helped take his underwear off. His cock looked really good in person but it was soft, something I was about to change. I licked it a bunch and then took it in my mouth. I'd say my dick sucking skills are slightly ahead of my bottoming skills, which makes me average at it, lol. I was acutely listening for his reactions to do what he might enjoy most. He liked when I circled the head with my tongue and he also enjoyed me playing with his balls, so I focused on those. I took my time as the reality kept sinking in.

Well, this guy was definitely as straight as they came on the outside. I couldn't help remembering how Marcela had just said that too many straight guys have secret gay lives and look what we had here. This guy literally had a girl, blond from what I glimpsed in the picture. She had probably decorated their whole place, and because it was too much for him to fuck me in their bed he had accepted the compromise of using the couch...

"Mmmmffff, ughhhh," I went as I kept trying to hold it in my throat. I was able to manage but it was hard. His skin was warm and his meat was now hard at least. This guy's big chest was moving up and down in deep breaths and I was pretty sure I'd enticed him enough that I could start to explore.

Coming off his cock, I kept it in my hand to stroke it slowly. Then I went up to that yummy muscle chest. Glancing up often to make sure bro didn't freak out on me, I pushing my face into his male titties. I motorboated myself and then kissed all over his abs and his pecs. He skin was so smooth with maybe a few stray hairs (he probably trimmed it), and it smelled faintly of pine and coconut. I got to his nipples and licked and chewed them. He moaned a bit at that but then eventually pushed me back to his cock.

"You like it?" I said, trying to sound like the good boy bottoms he was probably used to.

"Y-yeah," he said with a big exhale.

"This calm you down? Make you feel relaxed?"

"Very." Looking up I kept seeing his eyes closing and opening again. I hoped my guy didn't pass out on me for real. I wanted so badly to kiss him but thought I'd save that.

I licked his balls and sucked them in my mouth which also drew low grunts. Down here had a rich flavor and a little more hair, with a hint of his musk mixed with that same body wash scent. It took massive levels of will power not to keep going and eat his jock boy ass.

I did want to take him inside me or at least give it a shot. But I wondered if he had the energy. Just as I was debating what to do he drawled louder, "I'm gonna fuck you now."

"All right, which way do you want me?"

"Get... down here." He patted the couch next to him. Now it was time for me to officially remove my briefs, since I'd kept them on before and honestly, I don't think he had seen my bulge really. But now it was unavoidable and he did catch my hard 10 incher as I was moving. "Woah."

"What?"

"That's... big. You got a big one."

"Heh, yeah." Seeing him staring, my eyebrows raised. "You like it?"

"I dunno, man. That's fucking wild." He laughed, but it seemed more like he was impressed rather than attracted.

"Well, let me know if you wanna touch it. Or, like, do more. You know, I'm technically vers," I added.

He reached over, and I was surprised when he did brush the shaft with a couple fingers. But he just shook his head and then grabbed me and pushed me down on the couch. "I want your ass," he repeated.

"You got lube, right?" I said. That made this guy mutter and he summoned the strength to get up. When he came back I heard the bottle cap open. The next thing I felt was the cool gel pasted all over me.

I couldn't believe I was doing this... no stretching before, virtually no prep... I was only saying yes because he was so drunk that it wouldn't matter either way, lol. I looked over my shoulder and watching this big guy stroke his beautiful 6.5 cock while he pushed a finger inside me made me moan. Ok, maybe this would be successful.

I pushed my ass back as those bottom hormones, normally asleep within me, stirred to the surface. But stud pushed me back down which was kind of sexy. He wanted my body flat.

My cock hurt a bit underneath me but that was ok, first world problems. He had finished a very brief fingering session and now his head was there. I held my breath as he pushed.

"Uhhhhh..." I breathed out. I regretted signing up for this as he used not very gentle force to fuck his way inside. "Uh by the way, I don't know the types of guys you normally screw, but I don't bottom super often..."

"Ugh, hot. You're so tight."

Of course, he likes that, I thought. Now I'd be paying for it.

I tried to focus on remembering how hot this man was and how crazy lucky I was. The good news is that it worked and my ass cooperated. I was able to take all of him pretty quickly, and soon he was making all kinds of satisfied noises as his jock cock pushed its way inside.

"Aw, yeah. You're so hot. Your dick feels so good inside me."

"Good slut," he groaned.

"Yeah, I'm your slut. I'm a slut for that big jock dick."

This was not my ideal position since I could see literally nothing. Thankfully, after less than ten minutes he flipped me over and we were doing missionary. This guy's square jawline and serious sexy eyes were inches away as he pounded me harder and harder. I ran my hands down his shoulders and his back, cupping his biceps a bit which he flexed for me. He had a thin film of sweat on him now from the effort which was a major turn on. "I love your pussy," he drawled.

"Yeah? You fucking own it."

"Yeahhh I do."

"Tight fucking hole."

I was practically smothered by this jock frame and it was delightful. Even when it hurt a bit and his heavy hips would collide with mine, I got a shiver or a thrill. I sniffed a bit towards his pits and, despite not being a musk hound, I liked catching some of his natural flavor. Maybe I was even his locker room toy.

My favorite, though, was about to begin. I asked him if he would let me ride him. He said yes.

I was already loosened up by now and those bottom energies were flowing. He would have my dick pointed straight at him this way, but he hadn't said anything about my cock against his abs when we were missionary. In fact, he'd even reached down and cupped the head once.

"Relax, baby. This one's for you," I whispered as I mounted him. He was completely rigid, that thick dick leaking salty precum into my ass. I whined a bit as I found the angle I wanted. Soon I was riding him, swinging my hips and feeling his big nuts kissing the edge of my ass each time I buried him deep.

Now I could rub his abs, his chest, and his shoulders. My dude's mouth was hanging open so I knew he was on cloud 9. But this was also the moment I had been leading up to and I wanted to shoot my shot. "Let me kiss you," I whispered, getting close to his face. "C'mon."

He hesitated but not as long as I thought. Now it was DL boy who puckered his lips and leaned into me. I instantly went in and pushed my tongue into his mouth. He responded and our tongues started wrestling, swapping spit as his cock throbbed and twitched in my guts.

"Mmmmmmm," I went. Was it really true, the geeky gay gamer in this jock's apartment late at night with his girlfriend out of town? We were literally fucking on the same couch where he'd been playing his console an hour ago. Now I had all this control over him, edging his cock with my tight hole and even making out with him. He liked kissing me, I knew that. He didn't do it like an obligation. He moaned softly a couple times and I even kissed his cheek and up his jaw. We were getting intimate and for a brief second I thought I could see a sadness in his eyes. Some kind of temporary emotion at being able to live out what he obviously wanted but something about his life wouldn't let him openly express.

That wasn't my problem, but still, I liked that I could sense that our sex was feeling real. It made me feel more of a high that this DL jock belonged to me.

"Right up here," I said as I pounded my ass up and down on his cock. "You're buried so deep. I love taking all of you."

"Fuck yeah. You're so sexy."

"You think so?"

"Yeah." He nodded vigorously.

I kissed him more. He leaned into it. But then he grunted a bit and I felt something change in my ass.

"F-fuck."

"What?" I asked.

"I'm close. Oh SHIT." And by close, I realized that he'd just started to cum. My ass was getting flooded, and this wasn't just more pre.

"Ohhh god. Fuck it in me. Give me your whole load." I looked straight upwards and winced, savoring this crazy level of pleasure. I looked down and kissed him some more, but it was sloppy and he was barely able to kiss since he was bracing himself so much in the orgasm. "Fuck yeah!!! Ohhhh...." His load was thick and syrupy. I could feel the whole consistency of my insides change, as his cock became surrounded by man milk.

There was only one problem, which is that I had to cum. I briefly considered waiting so I wouldn't paint his whole chest, but fuck it, that's exactly what I wanted to do. I only had to jerk my cock a few times and I was exploding directly into the grooves of his abs and between those perfect pecs.

At this point he was almost done cumming but me cumming made my ass squeeze him. He moaned out loud and I think this alone gave his orgasm a few more shots. Either way, he didn't seem bothered actually that I was dumping my gay load on his "straight" abs. I was able to finish completely, bro coated in sticky cum. Then I craned my neck down, pecked him once on the lips. And I started to pull off.

He honestly looked spent. And dripping. His chest was heaving like he'd been the one to do all that work at the end and not me. Some of my muscles were sore from riding up and down so hard (there's my weekend workout), and I mumbled about getting cleaned up and all. He just pointed and said something about a shower.

I decided to hop in alone, soaping myself off. When I came out he was still lying there almost asleep! I couldn't do that to the dude so helped him in after me. I was all set to shower with him and help him clean, which would have been lovely, but suddenly he reclaimed some strength and told me to just wait for him.

Oh, well. At least he didn't yell at me to go.

"Your number," I said before he could show me the door. "C'mon, man."

He seemed to think it over but then gave it to me. "Please don't text me. I'll text you when I'm free. Ok?" I just nodded, at least sending him a quick text so he'd have a way to contact me.

Bro was looking a little agitated but also very tired. In only a towel he led me to the door. I wondered if he'd play some more God of War thinking about me and how I'd ridden his cock all the way up the mountain.

I realize I only referred to him in generic terms but I do know his name, I just didn't learn it until after that night. It's Devin.

Mr. DL jock with the perfect body, a great kisser, and way too repressed for his own good is Devin.

The next time I saw him was ten times as crazy.

Everyone in this story is above the age of 18

My divorced boss Greg arrived with a couple of heavy suitcases and garment bags slung over his shoulder. Watching him carry his life into my apartment felt strangely intimate, like I was seeing a side of him I was never meant to see. Suits in muted grays and blues, neatly folded shirts, polished leather shoes, his whole professional armor laid out right there in my spare room. But what got me wasn’t the suits. It was the other stuff.

Sweatpants. T-shirts. A pair of sneakers that had clearly been broken in at the gym. For the first time since I’d known him, I was seeing Greg stripped of that perfect boardroom polish, and it made my chest tighten. The T-shirt clung to his broad torso, showing a chest that clearly saw the inside of a weight room, though he wasn’t shredded like some gym bro. He was just… big. Solid. Wide shoulders tapering down to a trim waist. The kind of build that looked effortless but was anything but. He had the look of a superhero who had set the cape aside for the night, moving through my apartment as nothing more than a dangerously sexy man… and yes, you already know I’m giving a reference to Mr. Cavill.

I lingered in the doorway, pretending to check the space while really just drinking him in.  “Please let me know, Mr. Lawson, if you need anything,” I said, trying to sound casual.

“Thanks, man,” he replied without looking up, focused on organizing his things.

I had cleared the room for him…emptied out the wardrobes, put away every trace of clutter, replaced the sheets with fresh ones. I even polished the nightstand. All that remained was my piano in the corner, like a piece of myself I couldn’t quite hide. It wasn’t just about giving him a comfortable space. If I was honest, maybe it was about making sure he felt too at home to leave anytime soon.

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Time passed in a blur after that. I busied myself with dinner, sitting on the stool at the kitchen counter, a bowl balanced in front of me. The quiet was soothing, until I heard his footsteps again.

Greg stepped out of the hallway bathroom, and I almost dropped my fork. His clothes had changed, this wasn’t the buttoned-up version of him I knew. Damp hair clung to his forehead, a few strands falling forward, freshly washed. His T-shirt was different too, stretched tight across his chest and shoulders, leaving nothing to the imagination.

And the shorts… fuck. They cut off just above the knee, hugging thick quads dusted with dark hair. My eyes betrayed me before I could stop them, sliding down, tracing the strong curve of his legs. My cock twitched under the kitchen counter.

He looked younger like this, almost boyish…not the intimidating executive I answered to every day, but a man unwinding in someone else’s apartment. A man who suddenly felt five or six years younger.

“No issues with the shower, right?” I asked, forcing my eyes back up. I had gone so far as to stock the bathroom with fresh body wash and shampoo, like some over-eager host.

Greg came closer, and when his hand patted my shoulder, the warmth lingered longer than it should have. “Alex, man. This is too much. You’re too kind.”

I swallowed, smiling awkwardly. “No, no, Mr. Lawson…”

He cut me off, chuckling. “Mate, we’re roommates now. You can call me Greg.”

“Uh, but… Sir—”

“Come on. Only you call me ‘sir’ at the office. You know everyone else uses first names.”

He grinned, glancing down at his shorts before meeting my eyes again. “And I’m not that old, you know.”

That smile nearly knocked the air out of me. My throat went dry.

“Okay… Greg,” I said finally, the word tasting strange but good on my tongue. “Please let me know if you need anything.”

“Sure, man. Thanks a ton for all this.”

I nodded quickly, needing to move, to do something before I gave myself away. Grabbing my empty bowl, I carried it to the sink, rinsed it out, and slipped past him with a polite smile.

But my body was buzzing, every nerve alive. Seeing Greg like this.. relaxed, impossibly close was more intimate than I wanted to admit.

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Later that night, I kept thinking about Greg. Still stuck in my head…damp t-shirt, shorts clinging to his quads like they might rip open if he flexed too hard. If only the girls at the office saw him like that, they’d lose their minds. Hell, even I couldn’t get it out of mine.

And now he was in the room right next to me. Living here. This was going to be the new normal. Waking up, seeing him in the kitchen, maybe even going into the office together. Just existing around him was already messing with me.

I lay in bed, wide awake, wondering what he was doing right then. Probably unpacking, hanging up those expensive suits, arranging his cufflinks in neat little rows. I imagined his cologne filling the wardrobe, his shirts perfectly pressed, everything in control like always.

Except my head kept wandering to his body. His presence. The way his aura filled the apartment like I had no say in it. It made my mouth dry. Literally…I laughed at myself, but I really was thirsty.

So I got up. Walked to the kitchen. Took a long pull from the water bottle, but it didn’t help much. On the way back, my eyes just… went. Straight to Greg’s room. The door wasn’t shut all the way. Just cracked open.

I slowed down. My feet made no sound on the floor as I edged closer. I don’t know if I wanted to check on him, or just… check him out.

Inside, the lamp was still on. Greg was on the bed, shirtless, the blanket draped low over his legs. I caught a glimpse of his chest…broad, hairy, the kind of chest that made you understand why he always looked so good in a suit.

But that wasn’t what froze me there.

It was his hand. Down his shorts. Moving.

My breath caught. I stood at the corner, clutching the water bottle like it might save me from myself. Greg - my boss, shirtless in my apartment, jerking off just a few steps away. The sight hit me like a punch. I got hard so fast it was embarrassing.

And yeah, I knew he had a big dick. You could just tell with men like him. The way he carried himself. The quiet confidence. I imagined his cock thick in his grip, sliding heavy and hard under his palm.

I should’ve left. I thought about backing away, slipping into my room and pretending I never saw. But then my hand betrayed me. The bottle slipped, clattering against the floor. The sharp sound echoed down the hall.

Greg’s hand stopped.

Silence.

Then his voice cut through the air, deep and calm but sharp enough to freeze me.

“Alex… mate..you awake?”

I was still half-bent over, fumbling to pick up the bottle, heart hammering in my chest. My throat felt tight.

And before I could answer, I heard the sheets shift.

All characters are 18+

I’m twenty-four and I’ve always gone after what I want. College soccer kept me in good shape, and I’ve never been afraid to be direct when the moment feels right. For the last two years I’ve lived in this neighborhood, and one person has stood out more than anyone else: my neighbor Chuck.

He’s in his late forties, fit and solid in a way that makes his shirts pull across his chest and shoulders. Short silver hair, a neat beard, quiet blue eyes. He lives alone and mostly keeps to himself, but he’s always been polite when we cross paths. I’d wave after a run, shirtless and sweating, and he’d give me a small nod or a simple “Looking strong, kid.” I kept things friendly and light because I assumed he was straight. Still, I noticed him. The way he moved when he mowed the lawn. The quiet confidence in how he carried himself.

I told myself it was nothing serious.

Then I saw him at Pride.

It was crowded and loud, the usual mix of music and color. I was with friends when I spotted him standing off to the side in a plain black tank and jeans, just watching. No one with him. No ring on his finger. I decided to walk up to him and say hello.

We talked for a while. The music faded into background noise as we found a quieter corner near one of the side streets. Chuck told me he’d been single for years, buried in work, and had finally decided it was time to stop hiding parts of himself. He said it felt strange being here, but also good in a way he hadn’t expected.

I asked him what made him come out today. He shrugged and gave a small smile. “Figured if I didn’t do it now, I probably never would.”

We kept talking after that. He asked how long I’d been in the neighborhood and mentioned he’d seen me running past his house plenty of times. I told him I usually looped the block a couple times in the mornings. He nodded and said, “Yeah, I’ve noticed.”

The conversation stayed easy, but it felt warmer than our usual quick hellos on the street. Something shifted between us. When it was time to go our separate ways, he looked at me for a second longer than usual. There was something in his eyes that stayed with me the whole walk home.

The next morning I decided to stop waiting.

I went for a run wearing nothing but a pair of thin gray shorts. No underwear. The fabric moved with every step, and I knew exactly how it looked. I looped the neighborhood twice, making sure to pass Chuck’s house on the way back.

He was outside watering his garden when I slowed down near his driveway, breathing hard, shirtless and damp with sweat. His eyes dropped for just a second before he caught himself.

“Hey, Chuck,” I said, hands on my knees. “Mind if I come in for a minute? My shower’s being renovated and I’m dying for a rinse. I’ll be quick.”

He hesitated, then nodded. “Yeah. Sure. Come on in.”

His house was clean and masculine, the kind of place that felt lived in but orderly. I followed him inside, taking it in.

“Nice place,” I said. “Really suits you. Strong. Solid.”

I took my time in the shower, letting the hot water run over me while I thought through exactly how I wanted this to go. I’d planned the run on purpose, the shorts with nothing underneath, the excuse about the shower. Now I just needed the right moment to make it obvious.

When I stepped out I grabbed a towel and started drying my hair as I walked into the hallway completely naked. I was going to pretend it was an accident, like I’d forgotten where I was.

Chuck was standing in the hallway, clearly on his way to check if I was done. He froze the second he saw me. His eyes dropped straight down my body and stayed there for a second too long before he quickly looked away.

I lowered the towel and caught him still glancing back.

“Sorry,” I said, keeping my voice easy. “I wasn’t thinking. Forgot I wasn’t at my own place.”

Chuck looked genuinely taken aback. His face flushed and he cleared his throat, trying not to stare and failing. “It’s… fine. I just… didn’t expect…”

I watched him for a moment, then smiled. “I can tell you like what you see. So maybe I’m not sorry.”

He didn’t answer right away. His eyes flicked down again before meeting mine. The air between us felt thick.

I took a slow step closer, still completely bare. “I’ve been thinking about this since yesterday. The way you looked at me at Pride. The way you’re looking at me now.” I reached out and rested my hand lightly on his chest. “I want you. And I think you want this too.”

Chuck swallowed hard. His voice came out rough. “Ethan…”

I leaned in and kissed him. He didn’t pull away. His big hands found my waist and held on, and the kiss turned deeper fast. I pressed closer, letting him feel how hard I already was against his thigh.

When I pulled back just enough to speak, my voice was low. “Bedroom.”

He led me down the hall. His room was simple, a big bed with dark sheets. I guided him to the edge of it and started undressing him, taking my time with his shirt and then his jeans. His body was even better without clothes: broad chest with silver hair, thick arms, powerful legs. His cock was already half-hard.

I pushed him gently onto his back and climbed over him, kissing down his chest and stomach. When I reached his cock I wrapped my hand around it and gave him a few slow strokes. He was rock hard in my palm, hot and heavy.

“Fuck,” I said quietly, giving him another stroke. “You’re already so hard. It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”

Chuck let out a low breath and nodded, his hips shifting slightly into my hand.

I kept stroking him for another moment, watching his face, then let go and looked up at him.

“You got any lube?” I asked.

Chuck shook his head. “No. I don’t… I haven’t needed any in a while.”

I smiled and reached down, stroking myself a few times until I was fully hard. “This will do.”

I spit into my palm and slicked my cock, then leaned down between his legs. I spread him open and ran my tongue over his hole in one long, slow lick. Chuck made a low sound in his throat. I did it again, firmer this time, working my tongue inside him. I kept going, licking and pressing, getting him relaxed while my own cock throbbed between my legs.

I kept eating him until he was pushing back against my face, breathing harder. When I finally pulled away his hole looked pink and shiny. I spit into my hand, slicked my cock, and rubbed the head against him, teasing his hole with it.

I looked up at him with a small smirk.

“Tell me what you want,” I said, voice low and cocky. “I want to hear you beg for it.”

Chuck’s face flushed deeper. He looked at me for a second, breathing hard, then finally spoke.

“Please,” he said quietly. “I want your cock. I need you to fuck me.”

I grinned and pushed in slowly, watching his face as I sank into him.

“That’s it,” I murmured. “Good.”

I continued to push in, slow, but steady, watching his face the whole time. He was tight and hot around me. The spit made it slick enough, but the stretch was still intense. I bottomed out and stayed there for a moment, letting him adjust.

“Fuck,” I breathed. “You feel good.”

I started moving, deep and steady at first. Every thrust dragged along his prostate and I could feel him clenching around me. I gripped his thick thighs and spread him wider, fucking him harder. The sound of skin on skin filled the room.

Chuck’s hands fisted the sheets. His cock lay hard against his stomach, leaking steadily. I reached down and stroked him while I kept thrusting.

“You like that?” I asked, voice low. “Taking me raw like this?”

I’m close,” he said, voice rough and strained.

I leaned over him, one hand braced beside his head, and fucked him faster, stroking him in time with my thrusts.

“That’s it,” I said. “Cum for me. I want to feel you when I give you this load.”

The bed creaked under us. Every time I drove in deep he let out a rough sound that went straight through me. I watched his face, the way his mouth fell open, the flush spreading across his chest. He looked wrecked in the best way.

Chuck’s cock jumped in my hand and he came with a deep groan, shooting across his stomach and chest in thick pulses. His hole tightened around me in strong waves and I couldn’t hold back anymore. I pushed in as deep as I could and came hard, pulsing inside him.

We stayed like that for a minute, both of us breathing hard. When I finally pulled out, my cum leaked from him. I rubbed it gently over his hole with two fingers, watching his face.

Chuck looked up at me, dazed and flushed. There was a small, almost shy smile at the corner of his mouth.

I grinned and leaned down to kiss him again, slower this time.

“Shower’s still broken at my place,” I said against his lips. “I might need to come back tomorrow.”

Sorry it's taken me so long to get back here and write more. I've been doing my hot girl summer thing, pretending I haven't turned thirty.

I started this to retell my experiences up to 30, and after a year of writing, I'm at roughly 21 years old. Either I'm writing slowly, or I was just a huge slut. Maybe a little of both.

I may have missed my goal, but I'm determined to make it through, even if I have to take an occasional break.

I have decided to dip my toe into complete fiction for a couple of stories, and this is the first one.

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The summer after I graduated college, I felt like my possibilities were endless. I had just received my bachelor's degree in dance, was in the best shape of my life, and simply felt ready for the world. I was also broke, so while I was ready to take the stage at a moment's notice, what I really had to "take" was a stereotypical job to fund my life.

I was 22, 5'7", and 125 pounds, with light and life still glinting in my eyes. I managed to avoid the food service trap and landed something just as stereotypical: a receptionist position for a real-estate-focused law firm. It was through a temp agency and only for a couple of months while an employee was out on maternity leave.

It was an easy gig, and most of the staff were very pleasant. I like guys in suits, so it was easy to stay happy and wear a welcoming smile. There was one guy who stood out: Colby.

Colby was in his early to mid-thirties, maybe 5'11", with a trim waist. He looked toned, though you couldn't see his muscles beneath his perfectly tailored suits. The suits all had a quiet vibrancy, which sounds oxymoronic, but they were rich colors that seemed hand-selected to bring out his blue-green eyes.

He was a dreamy, goofy sweetheart.

Colby had auburn hair and pale skin. I'm a literal sucker for redheaded men…it's a particular weakness.

So I initiated small talk and beamed smiles at him. Colby was oblivious and would tell dad jokes he could never finish without laughing. Every once in a while, though, I'd catch him staring at me from across the lobby. When our eyes met, he'd stare into me, and a little smirk would lift one corner of his lips.

The weeks went by quickly. Colby, unfortunately, remained largely oblivious and immune to my charms. He was polite when I walked a little too close to him in the hallway or bumped into him in the break room. He'd just laugh and pat me on the shoulder like a little brother. I hated it, but I loved his hands on me. My stomach would jump with every touch. There was a quiet confidence about Colby that sent tingles through my body.

A few days before the end of my contract, there was a firm event. It was a cocktail hour for one of Colby's clients. These events were a regular thing. Sometimes they were held in the office, and sometimes at a restaurant or event space.

This time it was a simple event with wine and appetizers in the office. The crowd skewed younger, mostly late twenties to mid-thirties. I had no idea what they were celebrating, but Colby seemed to really let his hair down. He had several glasses of wine and was laughing freely and loudly as he mingled with the different groups.

I couldn't help but stare.

He caught me looking once, grinned, and winked. The flood of butterflies that wink gave me is something poets write stanzas about.

The event wound down around 9 p.m. Then the mundane part of my job started. I had to clean up and reset the space before the next day. Of course, the firm had a cleaning crew that handled the heavy lifting, but I still had to put the glasses and plates in the dishwasher, pick up the trash, and reset all the tables and chairs.

It took me about half an hour to clean up, and by then the office was deserted and quiet. I always find it odd how fast a room can go from clinking glasses, conversation, and laughter to complete silence.

The workday was over, but I still had time to meet up with some friends who were at a bar a few blocks away. I stopped by the restroom to freshen up. I don't wear much makeup, but I do like lip gloss, a little concealer, and maybe darkening my waterline before going out.

I was staring into the mirror, applying lip gloss, when Colby walked into the restroom. I was surprised; I thought I was alone but I continued my routine, trying not to look at him too much in the mirror.

"Hey, Brantley. I thought you'd be long gone by now," Colby said cheerfully as he headed to a urinal.

"I was just heading out to meet some friends, but I wanted to clean up first."

I tried to sound nonchalant as I heard the stream of piss hit the urinal. I was distracted, knowing a dick I wanted was fully out just a few feet away, and I got a little heavy-handed with the lip gloss.

"Shoot," I grumbled before reaching for a paper towel.

Colby looked over at me, making eye contact through the mirror, and let out a small laugh.

"What?" I asked, wiping away the extra lip gloss.

"Nothing," Colby said with a smile.

"You don’t like boys in lip gloss?" I asked, watching him intently as the sound of his stream began to fade.

"I love lip gloss, but putting it on this late, after a long day... it seems like you're trying to get lip gloss on some guy's dick."

His eyes widened.

"Sorry. I really shouldn't have said that, Brantley."

I shrugged, holding his gaze in the mirror.

"Maybe I am, Colby."

“Huh, that’s so weird because I was just thinking, I’m some guy, and my dick would probably look better with a little lipgloss decorating it.”

Of course his come-on’s would be dad jokes. I didn’t miss a beat before saying, “I guess I’d need to see the canvas.”

Colby turned to toward me his hardening dick hanging out of his open fly. I was momentarily paralyzed. Colby’s dick was beautiful. Absolutely ram rod straight, thick and maybe 7.5 inches. He was uncut but his foreskin was mostly pulled back already. His skin was a pale milky white contrasted with deep red trimmed pubes. The tip glistened just begging to be licked.

I stood there in awe when Colby’s voice broke my trance. “Care to help me decorate this?” He said, pointing to his dick.

He was standing in front of the urinal, dick completely out, with his legs slightly spread and hands casually at his sides.

I turned and smacked my lips, kissing the air towards him. I closed the small distance between us. I ran my hand down his chest as I fell to my knees in front of him.

I didn’t hesitate before licking the tip and was greeted with the sound of a hard intake of air from Colby.

A breathy “fuck yes” we’re the only words I got from Colby before put his hand on the back of my head and pulled me down on him. Impatient. I liked it.

He tasted warm and a little salty. I don’t know what body wash he used but he smelled herbal but masculine, like white sage and citrus mixed with a little of his musk. I moaned at his intoxicating scent. I wanted more, licking and sucking him deeper into my mouth.

I wanted him in my throat, to feel him stretch it but his perfectly straight, rock hard dick wouldn’t allow it. He hit the back of my throat several time as I tried to pull him into my throat. I couldn’t take him to the base. Colby groan in pleasure, his grip on my hair tightening.

“Fuck your good at this” Colby cooed.

I slowly pulled off his dick, circling my tongue around his extra-sensitive head. I looked up at him as I kissed the tip, maintaining eye contact while I kissed down to his foreskin. I rarely get to play with uncut guys, and I love how sensitive they are. I gently slid my hand up the base of his cock until his foreskin covered the head again.

Colby shivered as I nipped at the skin with my lips. His whole body shook as I slipped my tongue under his foreskin and over the head of his cock. Colby moaned loudly as I swirled my tongue inside his foreskin cover. Fuck, I love uncut guys.

“You keep that up, you’re gonna make me cum,” Colby said, whimpering a little.

I gently pulled his foreskin back, revealing the head of his cock, and started sucking harder, trying to find a rhythm to undo Colby. He tasted great, and I wanted to taste his cum.

I added my hand, knowing that was the key when Colby shuddered again.

“Fuuuck,” he groaned, thrusting his hips forward.

I didn’t change a thing. I just maintained my grip and the suction. My own cock strained against my zipper, my body clearly responding to the sound of Colby’s labored breathing and low moans.

I knew he was close when he started thrusting forward unrhythmically.

He surprised me when he jerked out of my mouth, gripped the back of my head, and tilted my face up toward him.

“I’m close. I’m gonna cum,” he panted as he started stroking himself hard over my face. I looked into his eyes and stuck my tongue out slightly, inviting him to cum on me.

“Fuck yeah. You want it, don’t you, baby?”

I whimpered, “Yes,” and the first hot rope struck my face. Colby grunted through gritted teeth as rope after rope covered my face and hair.

I’ve always been bad at letting guys cum on my face. I want to see you cum, it’s the best part. So I inevitably get cum in my eye and then spend the rest of the day with a bloodshot eye while your kids try to impregnate my eyeball.

Worth it.

Colby groaned, squeezing the last of his cum onto my face before slapping his softening cock a few times against my tongue. His cum was intoxicating, and I savored the taste as he thanked me for decorating his dick.

Sure enough, there was a ring of red-tinted lip gloss about 2 inches from the base of his cock.

"You're welcome. I'm a pretty good artist," I said, smiling up at him.

He laughed and helped me to my feet before tucking his dick away and straightening himself up.

I headed back to the sink to look in the mirror. I was covered in Colby's cum. It was everywhere, even dripping from my curls like some slutty icicles.

I reached for the paper towels when Colby grabbed my hand, stopping me.

"Wait. You're not about to wipe away my cum and ruin all my hard work, are you?"

I stood there, looking at him in the mirror, completely dumbfounded.

He stepped behind me, wrapping me in a hug and pinning me against him.

"Why would you clean up when you look so good covered in my cum?"

He kissed along my neck, making me moan and grind back against him.

"Good boys wear my cum."

His left hand stayed wrapped around my chest while his right reached for my belt, undoing the buckle before popping open the button of my pants.

He leaned into my ear and whispered, "And you're a good boy, aren't you, Brantley?"

I nodded, moaning as his hand slid into my briefs and wrapped around my shaft.

"Yeah, you're a really good boy, baby," he said, slowly stroking my cock.

He stopped long enough to lower my zipper, pulling my cock free before spitting into his palm and beginning to stroke me again.

The sensation was overwhelming. He kept kissing my neck, one of my biggest weaknesses. I moaned loudly as he continued whispering in my ear.

"Tell me you're a good boy."

I whimpered, watching him in the mirror as he stroked me.

"Say you're a good boy, baby."

"I'm a good boy," I whimpered, grinding back against his dick. "I'm a good boy."

Then he undid me with a single phrase.

"Cum for me."

My knees buckled as I came.

Colby kept stroking me as my vision blurred and jets of cum spilled from me. He angled my cock, making sure my cum sprayed all over my body.

"Yeah, very good boy, Brantley."

He gradually slowed his strokes as my convulsions eased, holding me upright until I found my footing again.

He kissed my neck once more before finally releasing me and heading for the door.

"Have a good walk home, good boy."

Then he was gone, and my heart was still racing as the door closed behind him.

I looked at myself again in the mirror.

There had already been cum everywhere before mine was added. Now my shirt was stained, and my right eye was beginning to turn red. I probably should have cleaned myself up.

But that's not what good boys do, is it?

My heart pounded as I left the bathroom without even washing my hands.

I lived about a mile from the office. I'd never done a cum walk before, but I was grinning from ear to ear before I reached the third block.

I'd never felt so slutty. Some people I passed didn’t notice. Some, mostly men, stared at my seamen soaked presence. One older guy walking with a woman winked at me and subtly groped his junk.

It was exhilarating, I was hard again before I made it to my front door. I barely got inside before I had my dick out, adding one more load to the mess.

I canceled my plans with my friends and decided to sleep in Colby's cum.

As I drifted off to sleep, one phrase repeated over and over in my mind.

"I'm a good boy."

Spent the night at my gf’s place and she had to go to work. She said that I could stay and that her roommate will be there but it’s cool as she gave him a heads up. She goes off to work and I’m in her room. I’m laying on her bed and hear a knock on the door. It’s her roommate. He ask if I would like some coffee, I accept. I head to the kitchen and he hands me cup which is really nice. We chat for a bit and he’s a really cool dude. He tells me he’s gonna get ready to go work out and ask if i wanted to join.

I told him I would but didn’t have any gym stuff. He told me not to worry and offered me some shorts. He leads me to his room and tosses me some and tells me to try it on. I’m not going to lie they were kinda tight and my bulge was showing. He saw and his eyes widened. He said aren’t lucky. I laugh but I notice his energy changed. I ask him if he just wanted to hang out with me instead of going to work out. He agrees and I take off the shorts right in front of and handed them to him. My dick starts to grow and he notices and walk up closer to him and tell him to feel it. He hesitates but does it anyway. Then he takes it out and starts giving me the best bj I’ve ever gotten. It was so natural for him, he got me so wet as he sucked and stroked. He kept an amazing pace for 15 minutes. I then cum in his mouth and he swallowed every drop.

We're all over 18.

I was in the local big box home improvement store for drywall screws (oh the irony) when I noticed a guy who totally dwarfed me - I'm 6'4, i had to look up at him. He looked like he was in his 40s, wearing stained yellow carharts and a faded black tee, Oakleys on top of his shaved head, long salt and pepper duck dynasty motherfucker beard, boots, massive ropy arms. As I slyly looked up his massive frame he looked over at me, grinned, winked, and walked away. My brain raced a little, wondering if I was supposed to follow him. Nah, I totally fantasized that whole thing. Forget about it. I headed back towards the checkout.

As I walked I checked down other aisles to see if I spotted him again. He must've been 6'9, I could feel my cock swelling a little, thinking about that filthy grin, and then my phone buzzed. I juggled the boxes of screws and fished it out. Grindr notification. I opened it, and it was a blank account. "And there you are, stud. Bathroom?". My boner was now notably pressing my jeans and I tucked down an aisle to drop the screws and adjust. "Be there in a sec" I typed, heart pounding. As I strolled - calmly, totally cool, cock constricted and protesting - I started to wonder...was that blank profile necessarily him? I pictured some gnarly old dude who was just hitting on me, my face fully visible on my profile, NOT tall man. Shit. I steeled my nerves and pushed the door open.

The first thing I saw was a frail elderly man washing his hands at the sink, which was also what my heart did. The man shook off his hands and nodded at me and I went cold. And then saw the giant standing at the urinals, looking up at the ceiling, making the partitions look comically small. I stepped in to the one next to him and whipped my snasage out, staring at the wall. Shuffling footsteps behind us, then the sound of hte door opening and closing. "Nice" said a low, quiet voice above me, and I looked over and up at him to see him peering over the partition at my cock. "Hey" he said and looked down at his own. I peered over to see him grasping a thick, mean looking uncut dick, the tip juuuuust emerging, thick purple vein down the back of it. "Want it?" he grumbled. And then a big, hot hand grasped the back of my neck. He pulled me back from the urinal and then pushed me in front of him, towards the handicap stall in the back.

In the stall he pressed me down to my knees and then I heard him lock the door. I started at the tiles in front of me as he entered my view - nothing bit legs and that thick cock sticking straight out in front of him, a thin hoop of clear precum webbing from his tip to his pants. He grasped my chin. "Look at me. Open up" I opened my mouth wide, sticking my tongue out and felt it on top of my tongue, closing my mouth around it. Salty but nice. He smelled like sweat and man but good. I worked my tongue between his foreskin and his head, and he let out a deep, guttural moan and then stopped, giggling because the moan resonated in the bathroom. "Nice acoustics" he whispered, laughing, and placed one giant hand on the back of my head and pressed me firmly against him. Because of his sheer mass, the dick had seemed like a meaty 6+ inches glancing over the urinal stall, but up close and then in my mouth it was bigger than I'd assumed, barging deep on my throat as my nose vanished into his musky-ass bush. He grabbed my head with his other hand and growled again, quieter, grunting as he slowly pulled me almost fully off his cock and then pressed it allllllll the way down my throat again, thrusting his hips against my face, then all the way off again. I grasped his tree trunk forearm The strokes got harder, sometimes thrusting against my face more times until he was doing it long enough that I started to desperately need a breath. Then off enough to gasp in some air and the slammed back in like a filing cabinet drawer. His hands were all over my skull, moving me around to fuck even deeper down my upturned throat. At some point my throat gave up on gagging and I started to dissociate, just opening up and taking it, vision tunneled. "Goooooood boyyyy" he growled. "Open up...yeahhhhh"

And suddenly I found myself being yanked to my unsteady feet, blood rushing back into my legs. How long had he been using my throat? He shoved me forward and I grabbed the ADA rail, his huge hot body around me, roughly shoving my jeans and underwear down. His cock pressed against my tailbone. "Youre lucky I carry lube, haha" he growled in my ear as I head the click of the bottle, and then felt lubed fingers around and in my ass. Rough. "Fuuuuck youre tight. This is gonna hurt". And then it was pressed against me. His giant gands around my hips, pulling me onto it. My asshole screamed against the thickness of it. He was going slow but he pressed it all the way home. I twas thickest at the base and he left it in there for a minute, breathing against my neck. One hand left my hep and he grabbed my rock hand boner and started stroking it as he started pushing in and out, just a little, pulling a little further out each time, the burning pain slowly leaking down the back of my legs and dissipating. "Yeahhhhhh breathe, brother. Open up for me. Thaaaat's good" he whispered right in my ear, biting it and making all my hairs stand on end.

As his strokes got deeper and harder he stood me up, still stroking me with one hand, his other arm coming around my throat, massive biceps and forearm squeezing against the sides of my neck, then letting off a little, then squeezing again. "That's goood" he groaned, sliding in and out of me "Just take it like a good boy". He was pulling me up my my neck now, on my tiptoes, grunting with each hard stroke, pleasure exploding up and down my spine. "Deep breath" he growled, letting off my throat and I inhaled deeply, bracing. His arm clamped onto me so hard that I thought he might break my neck and I panicked, trying deperately to pull at his wrist and arm but it was like moving a tree branch. I'm strong but he was far stronger, and my vision started to darken and close.

The next thing I remember is realizing there was something inside me. Tiles. Smell of piss and cleaning product. I didn't know how I got there and had a foggy worry that I was getting raped and started to yell but a giant hand clamped over my nose and mouth. "Shhhhhhhhh motherfucker" he chucked, the slapped my cheek. It was all flooding back, I realized where I was, still on my toes and hanging on to his arm as his hand went down to my cock again. "Shhhhhh" he said, squeezing my throat again. I could feel my balls tighten up, each time he squeezed and my vision tunneled I'd feel precum leak out of me, then he'd let go and I'd ALLLLLMOST cum, then the sqeeze again. "Not yet" he whispered slowly but when he let go again my whole body convulsed and I heard my load splash against the tile wall and floor. The convulsions came in perfect time with his cock shoving into me. "Awww fuck I said not yet" he whispered and then violently shoved me forward again, grasping my hips and full force plunging in and out of me, lifting my against him, my insides and hole tired and beaten, giving up and taking more of it. "Oh fuck......ohhhhhhhh fuck" and hte strokes slowed, all the way in, his cock throbbing inside me.

And there we stood - or him standing, me with my hands on my sneakers, still bent over - his cock still all the way inside, pulsing, as the door opened and closed, footsteps coming close, the stall door shaking, then the next one over opening and closing. I could feel him shaking, trying not to laugh, which make me stifle my own. We stayed like that as the mystery guest finished their piss and left, his dick deflating in me. "Fuck. That was good" he said, pulling out of me. I slowly unfolded, still dizzy, and he put his hands on my shoulders, turning me around. "That photo does NOT do your eyes any justice, brother. They're gorgeous." I could feel myself blush. "Hey I'm in town pretty often, can you ever host?" "Yeah. Hit me up". He winked and grinned again. "Oh fuck yeah handsome. Til next time" he said, and then left. I leaned against the wall, caught my breath, cleaned up my jizz, and left a couple minutes after.

Part Six of an ongoing series. All characters are over 18 years old. Click here to read : Part 1 ; Part 2 ; Part 3 ;  Part 4 ; Part 5

My roommate Evan sat on his bed in the dark across from me.. I sat up in my own bed to respond to him. I knew where this was going. Earlier he had walked in on me fucking our friend, Jason, now he was asking why not him. At this point, I had ran through our entire friend group after they each were seemingly driven crazy over the knowledge of my huge dick. I had thought Evan would be different though.

We had been roommates half a year and he had plenty of glimpses at my dick or bulge. He even admitted to knowing I was hung when the rest of our friends found out. He had never shown an interest in trying to get a piece though. He was my best friend in college and he had always been nice and chill so hearing him say that he wanted something was a tough pill to swallow.

“What do you mean?” I asked him back.

“I mean…” Evan said quietly. “I mean, that we are roommates. If you wanted to experiment, I thought maybe you would have asked me. I mean for convenience sake.”

“Oh,” I responded to him. “Well, this is all super new to me. Hooking up with guys had never crossed my mind before that night where the gang found out about my dick. Besides…you are my boy. Easily my best friend here and I wouldn’t want things to get weird.”

“I know, man,” Evan responded. “You know, I’m gay though, right?” I was actually shocked by this. I had no clue that Evan was gay. He had never picked up girls and would disappear sometimes at night, but he was also super studious so I always assumed he was cramming for an exam. He had never made a move or hinted that he was gay.

“I actually didn’t know that,” I responded. “It’s cool, though! I’m totally fine with it.”

Evan chuckled a little. “Well, I would assume you are fine with it. You’ve been fucking our guy friends.” I laughed in response. It was a good point. “The reason I tell you is because, well, I have a huge crush on you.”

“Oh,” I responded. I felt my cheeks get hot from his confession. I also felt something in my stomach; butterflies? “Uhhh thanks man. I don’t really know what to do with that.”

“I’m just telling you because, well, I thought you knew I was gay,” Evan continued. “So when I asked why you didn’t hook up with me, I guess I’m just jealous. You are my best friend here too so I don’t want to make things weird, but you are kind of the perfect guy.” 

“Thanks man,” I responded. His words were really sweet, I hadn’t been expecting this at all. “I still feel like I don’t know what to say, and I don’t want to say something wrong.” 

“It’s all good, Marco,” Evan responded. “I just wanted it out there I guess.”

“Well, thanks for telling me, man,” I responded. “Did you want to…uh…”

“No! No, man,” he quickly responded. “I don’t want you to feel pressured and I don’t want to hook up with you right after you fucked Jason. I just wanted you to know.”

“Alright, Evan,” I responded. “That’s probably for the best because I don’t think I could go again tonight anyways.” We both laughed and said goodnight. I passed out almost instantly.

– – – 

The next week was a little weird, but eventually Evan and I got back into our groove. The next Saturday night came up and most of the boys were out of town. Evan asked me if I just wanted to chill in the room and stream some bad movies. It sounded great and I told him I would get us some weed and beers and we would be set.

That Saturday night started pretty normal. Evan picked some action comedy from Netflix and luckily after smoking and a couple beers, we were both laughing at how stupid it was. By the end of the movie, we were almost done with our beers. When it ended, Evan mindlessly put on a badly rated horror movie and we were off again. Within 20 minutes though it seemed like Evan was up for a distraction.

“So, Marco,” he said shyly. I looked over and he was staring at me. His cheeks were rosy from the alcohol and he was wearing a slight smile. “You still fucking the guys?”

I laughed at his question. He had seemed jealous the last time he asked me about it, but it seemed like maybe he was moving past it. “Nah, man,” I responded. “My dick needed a break. Although each of them has messaged me about it. Luckily they are gone this weekend. So it’s just the two of us.”

“Yeah,” he said quietly. “Just the two of us…” Evan was still just staring at me and I could tell there was more he wanted to ask. I figured if he had a crush on me, it may be harder for him to make a move than our friends who were just after me for my cock.

“Come over here, man,” I said over to him. I moved over on the bed to be against the concrete wall of the dorm room, making space for another body next to me. “You won’t stop staring so come get some cuddles at least.”

Evan basically jumped out of his bed. It only took two steps for him to be at my bed. He slid in the space, but kept himself facing the tv. I appreciated that he was being subtle, but when I looked down at his shorts, it seemed like his bulge was full  so I knew he wanted it. I grabbed onto my roommate's hand and guided it to my shorts where his hand was separated from my fat bulge by only a couple thin layers of fabric. I heard his breath hitch at the contact and his fingers wrapped around the bulge to feel the actual girth of my dick.

“Fuck,” he whispered, turning to look at me. Our faces were only a few inches apart. Looking into his eyes gave me butterflies in my stomach, but the blood rushing to my cock was what was on my brain. Evan threw himself up so he was on his knees at the foot of my bed and without hesitation he pulled down my shorts, exposing my half hard cock. “You really are huge. Can I suck it?”

I smiled at him. He looked like a kid in the candy shop. I also realized that he was the first of my friends to play with me who was actually gay, he was going to know what he was doing. I nodded to him and he instantly went to work. Both of his hands were wrapped around my cock and guided the head up into his mouth. In seconds, he was pushing his head further down my cock.

This was by far the best head I had received yet. I could feel his tongue swirling around me. Evan was putting suction on my cock that was intensifying the sensation, and with both of his hands and his mouth moving up and down my cock, slowly but surely he was taking more of my cock down his throat than anyone ever had before. He moved his mouth down to take my balls into his mouth, using his tongue to juggle them as he sucked them. My toes curled as I felt the tension in my cock growing.

“Fuck, Evan,” I groaned. “You are too good at this.”

“How could I not be? This is the most amazing dick I’ve ever played with. I want you to feel as amazing as I do right now.” He started sucking my cock again. I heard him gagging as he pushed his head further down. I could feel the tightness of his throat around my cock.

“Keep going like that and I’ll cum too fast,” I warned him.

“Well we can’t have that,” Evan responded. He let go of my cock and it swung into my stomach with a loud thud. Evan then ripped off his clothes in front of me. I was shocked to see him so easily get naked in front of me as if it was normal.  Evan had what I guess you would call a twink body. Besides some hair in his pits and a trimmed bush, he was practically hairless on his torso. His body was pale white and skinny other than some muscle definition around his pecs. His dick caught me by surprise though. Evan had never been a bragger, and I had certainly never been trying to look, but his cock looked like it was almost as thick as mine even if it was a couple inches shorter. His balls were easily bigger than mine though. I caught myself staring at him and realized for the first time, I was turned on by a guy’s body.

Evan reached into my side table and pulled out my lube. He didn’t hesitate in squirting a huge glob into his hand and then starting to work it onto my cock. I moaned and my body shuddered as he got my cock all glazed up for him. Then I saw him reach behind to lube up his hole and in seconds he was crouched above me, ready to ride my cock and lining me up with his hole. 

“I’m going to take you all in,” Evan said. I just looked at him in disbelief as he lowered himself down on me. I felt the pressure against his hole, but unlike Jason, his hole expanded to slide me in easily. This time Evan was the one groaning, as he slowly slid my cock inch by inch into him. His hole felt hot and tight against my cock, but nowhere near the vice grip Jason’s had been. I grabbed onto his ass to help him with stability. 

Evan paused and took a couple deep breaths in and out, only about halfway down my cock. Then he shocked me as he started slowly bouncing up and down on my cock. I was in shock and my head was thrown back from the amazing sensation of his velvety hole working my cock. Evan slowly took me deeper and deeper with each bounce and before I knew it, his ass was flush with my legs and I was fully buried in him.

“Oh my God, Marco,” Evan moaned. “I’ve never been filled like this before. Your cock is amazing.” Evan continued to take control and use his hole to work up and down the entirety of my nine inches. We were both moaning loudly together, my hands were tightly grabbing his cheeks. 

“Your hole is like heaven, dude,” I groaned. “Oh my God. You really know how to please a cock.”

Evan just laughed as he picked up the speed. His ass was now clapping every time it made it all the way down my cock and collided with my legs. His fat cock started to bounce too and each time he came down it was slapping against my stomach, for some reason it was turning me on even more. Evan was fully slamming down on my cock now and I knew I wasn’t going to last long.

“Evan, slow down, or I’m going to…”

“No way,” Evan said. “I can’t get enough of this. Your cock is fucking punching my stomach. I’m never letting you out of me.” His words didn’t help my impending orgasm. I knew that if I wanted this to end in a non-embarrassing way, I was going to have to finish him too. I spat in my hand and wrapped it around his cock as he rode me, causing him to elicit a large groan. His cock felt hot in my hand, stroking it up and down was turning me on and before I knew it, his cock was all I was looking at.

“Marco, let it go, please,” Evan begged.

“No way, if you are going to make me blow, I’m doing the same to you,” I responded. Marco just groaned and shifted his position so he was now just grinding against me, my cock buried deep in his hole.

“Oh my God, Oh my God, Marco! OH MY GOD!”  Evan yelled.

“Me too, man! Fuck! I’m cumming! I’m cumming!”

“Me too!” Evan moaned. Almost instantly I felt his cock flexing in my hand as he grinded against me and then a rope of cum shot out of it and hit me in the face. Another rope across my chest and then the rest dripping out. I groaned loudly as I felt my balls tense up and then my own cock exploding in him. I was yelling out and I knew the entire dorm hallway must have heard us. 

Evan stopped moving, but kept my cock deep inside of him as it twitched the last of my load out. I stared up at his face, red from exertion and smiling as he looked down at me. I could taste the sweet, saltiness of his load on my lips, but I didn’t care. Then Evan leaned down and kissed me.

At first I was taken aback by the kiss, but I felt my eyes closing and my mouth opening up. Evan was kissing me deeply. It wasn’t horny or hungry, but sweet. Our lips were slowly moving against each other, our tongues just brushing lightly against each other. I tasted his load in between our mouths and I heard myself whimper from the kiss. When Evan pulled away from me, he was still smiling, he slowly lifted his ass off of me and then collapsed on the bed next to me. Instinctively I wrapped my arm around him and pulled him into my chest.

“Evan,” I said. “That was mind-blowing. How did you do that?”

“Practice,” he responded. “Plus, once I got started, I couldn’t stop. You really are amazing. Not just your monster cock, but you, Marco.”

I smiled and pulled him a little tighter. “Now what do we do?”

“Well,” he responded quietly. “We could make this a regular thing, if you would be down.”

“I could see that working out,” I responded with a laugh. “What about the other guys?”

Evan thought about it for a moment. I wondered if he was getting jealous again, but then he answered very matter-of-factly. “What if we do one big orgy. One last hurrah for us all?” I sat silently. I had never even thought about this as a possibility. I wasn’t sure that I had the stamina for all of my friends, but Evan persisted. “It doesn’t have to be just you. We could all take turns on each other. Really make them explore their sexuality, at least once. Then. After we properly fuck them all. You are mine and mine alone.”

He was sweet and I could tell he really liked me. Evan was my best friend here, and even though I thought that I should be worrying about the friendship, or concerned about my roommate wanting to start a consistent fuck schedule with me, I wasn’t weirded out at all. I wasn’t feeling used, or lusted after. Honestly after our fuck, that kiss, I was feeling happy. I looked over to him and smiled.

“I’ll text them now.”

Everyone mentioned is 18+

I’d grown up in a small, rural town in the middle of nowhere Texas, a place where everyone knew everyone and privacy was a myth. It was boring, repetitive and terrifying; the thought of my secret coming out was nightmare fuel all through middle and high school. Moving away from that town to go to college was what saved me, I’d gone from no options to a buffet. I wasn’t sure what to do with myself honestly, so I took it slow.

College was a slow exploration, getting comfortable with the fact that I could pursue other men and not be made the town pariah because of it. It took a while, I was so deep in the closet that I’m pretty sure I saw a faun once. My first hookup with a guy was disastrous, especially because I wasn’t really sure if I was a top or bottom and the other guy didn’t have the patience for me.

Time went on, classes and friends carried me through college. I met a couple of guys, but nothing ever stuck. I was out in a quiet way, adverse to hiding the fact but not loudly broadcasting. It was better than life in the closet in a small town, but still I was lonely.

College ended, my friends and I graduated, and the job hunt hit in full force. I was luckier than most, an internship ended up in a job offer waiting for me as soon as I had a diploma in hand. There was no need to move back home, no desperate hunt for another escape and no looking at what going back into the closet would be like. The only downside, it was in a city across the country and away from anyone I knew. I packed everything I owned in the back of my beat up hatchback and jumped in.

Travis was the first friend I made in the new city. Shortly after I moved into my new apartment, I joined a climbing gym to get some exercise. The first day I showed up after getting my membership, he was there; tall and blond, wearing a tight shirt that showed off a big chest. He’d caught my eye mainly because of the way his harness showed off his ass, it was a bit mesmerizing. It took actual effort to pull my eyes away and grab my own gear, finding a section of wall I could warm up on.

The warm up wall was solid, enough to get me started, but not too much of a challenge. I’d climbed some in college, but it’d been a while and I wanted to work my way back into things. Dropping to the mat, I climbed to my feet and made for my water bottle.

“Hey man, how’s it going?” Turning, I found myself face to face with the blond guy from earlier.

“Uh, p-pretty good.” My damn brain and tongue both had decided to mutiny at the same time, making words thick and hard to come by. Freaking traitors.

“I’m Travis! Don’t think I’ve seen you here before.” He flashed a brilliant smile at me, one that made my chest flutter a bit. This wasn’t good.

“It’s my first time here, just moved to the city.” Breathing, I worked to untangle my nerves a bit. “I’m Cameron, by the way. Cam.” Travis extended a fist for me to bump and the conversation was off.

He worked as a loan underwriter for a bank, the amount of time behind a desk driving him to seek physical activity to keep from going insane. He’d lived in the city for most of his life and new a slew of locations that had killer food and drinks. He was in awe that I had picked up and moved here for a job, and I should totally check out a new Korean place he heard about from a friend sometime.

Conversation with Travis was mildly overwhelming, but also easy. The flow never stopped, pausing as either one of us climbed but picking back up without losing a beat in between. He took that I was more reserved in stride, naturally filling in quiet places but also allowing me time to speak when I wanted to. It was the easiest I’d ever fallen into a conversation with someone I’d just met.

We’d exchanged numbers after the gym, him in the name of hitting the gym again together or just hanging out, me because I didn’t want to let this hot guy go off into the void to never be seen again. He texted later that day, asking about my favorite foods. That text turned into a running conversation that quickly morphed into Travis and I talking most days.

Weeks passed, my job turned out to be both boring and satisfying at the same time. The city had a number of cool hang out spots and an excellent food scene. My friendship with Travis grew until we were hanging out most weekends, working in dinner sometimes during the week. Learning more about Travis, I never questioned that he was as straight as they come, his natural golden retriever energy making him slightly dopey around women. His other friends and I cracked up on a number of occasions, watching him strike out while talking with women, his natural charm fleeing him as soon as he tried to flirt.

“Man, why do I suck at this?” he asked, sitting down next to me. We were out at a bar on a Friday night, both dressed up a bit and nursing a couple of beers.

“You over think it,” I commented. It was the second time tonight that he’d shot his shot and gotten turned down. I felt a bit bad, he generally took it well but it was weighing on him tonight.

“Yeah, maybe.” He took a long pull on his beer, draining it before setting the glass down on the tabletop. “I think I’m over it for tonight.”

“Yeah? We can head out, just let me close out.” Travis nodded, uncharacteristically quiet as he looked off into the crowd of people. He had downed a few beers, I could tell he was more than a little tipsy and while he was generally a happy drunk, he got down on rare occasions when he’d had a few.

Flagging down a bartender, I closed out, working my way back to Travis through the milling crowd of people. “C’mon man, let’s get out of here.”

Travis followed me out, tagging along with me to my car since he was in no state to drive. “Mind if I crash at your place?”

“Yeah, my couch is all yours.”

Pulling in to my parking spot at my apartment, we both jumped out. Walking up the stairs to my apartment, Travis stumbled, just catching himself on the railing. “You good?” I asked.

“Yeah, just had more to drink than I thought.” He was quiet a moment as he worked his way up the stairs, slower than his usual pace. “You gay guys have it easy.”

“In what way?” I laughed.

“Dudes are easy to get with, they all want sex so there’s no games.”

“Usually, but there’s a different kind of drama with guys. Plus the whole homophobia thing kind of pushes the scales in the other direction.” I snickered slightly as I unlocked the door to my apartment.

Travis have tripped over himself as he fell on my couch, his big body mostly sprawled across the cushions but still hanging off somehow. I snorted and moved to the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water for him.

“Get comfy dude, you’re going to regret sleeping like that.” I set the bottle of water next to him and stopped in the hallway, grabbing a blanket for him out of the linen closet. Walking back into the living room, I found Travis sitting up on the couch shirtless and working at getting his jeans off.

I couldn’t help myself, looking over his body as he stripped in front of me. His pecs were boulders, covered with a dusting of golden hairs that swooped low, coating his stomach and dipping into his underwear. Underwear that I had a great look at as he pulled his jeans off, leaving him in nothing but a pair of black boxerbriefs. I gulped as his underwear dipped, pulled low as his jeans stuck, the top of his bush exposed to me.

Clearing my throat and mentally shaking myself, I tossed the blanket on the couch and bid Travis a good night. Closing my bedroom door behind me, I took a couple of deep breaths to collect myself and to try and tame the growing bulge in my pants. Grabbing a pair of pajama pants, I quickly stripped, my outfit for the evening tossed across the room.

I’d always kind of liked my body, tall and slender, I had muscle definition but no bulk. The one guy I’d dated in college had loved how fuzzy my stomach was, the dark hair contrasting hard against my pale skin.

I was still checking myself out when my bedroom door swung open, Travis standing there in nothing but his underwear. “You got a pillow?” he asked.

“Shit!” I yelped, moving to cover myself and then catching myself. We’d changed around each other in the locker room, but this was the first full naked moment.

“Sorry,” Travis mumbled. I looked at him as I grabbed a pillow off my bed, watching as his eyes strayed over my body. Weirdly, it felt like he was checking me out, his gaze landing on my crotch for far longer than it should have.

Handing the pillow over, Travis’s gaze snapped to my face before skittering away. He grunted and grabbed the pillow, turning and heading back out to the living room. I pulled my pajama pants on, considering what had just happened. I wasn’t sure if I had read too much into it, but he had definitely been looking at my junk for a bit too long for a straight dude.

The thoughts spun through my head as I laid down. It took a while before sleep finally caught me.

The city where I am doing my internship is in another state. I recently moved and rented a small apartment. I am an only child and my parents live in another state. For context, I am 21 years old, my parents were very young and high-school sweethearts when they had me, so they are both 41. My mother has never worked, she stays at home and does crafts and is already quite successful on Instagram and TikTok and manages to earn good money every month. My father works with investment funds and travels a lot for work all over the country.

The story I'm about to tell you happened recently. I was on break from my internship, waiting to find out if I was going to be hired or not, and pretty bored. I spent the day on Grindr, Sniffies, and The Blowers looking for dick. I'm a bottom gay boy with submissive tendencies, and my hunger for dick never wanes.
It was a night in June when I saw a profile on Grindr relatively close by that caught my attention. There was no photo, it said he was a 39-year-old top, and the description drove me crazy: "Married discreet guy. I'm looking for totally submissive young guys who like a dominant daddy. I want you to come into my Airbnb in the dark. I'll leave the door open and wait standing with my hard cock out. Kneel, suck me off, milk me, and leave. No talking."

I felt an immediate rush of excitement and replied:
"I'm in!" And I sent a video of myself sucking off a college buddy with a black mask covering my identity. In return, I received a photo of a monstrous cock, with veins, sagging balls, and uncut.
"If you want to serve this cock, read my rules carefully and come here now! If you don't arrive in 15 minutes, I'll call someone else to serve me. I haven't come in a week." And I received the location. It was close.
I jumped up, put on my running shoes, grabbed my house keys, and ran down the stairs.
Maps said it would take 7 minutes to walk, but I didn't want to risk missing the opportunity, so I ran and managed to get to the building's door in 5 minutes.
"I'm at the door." I sent a message on Grindr, praying it wasn't just some lying wanker. My heart was racing and my mouth was watering at the thought of putting that huge cock in my mouth.
"The code for the door downstairs is #9873. Go up to the second floor, D. The door will be ajar. Come in and kneel down. No talking!"

With my hands shaking with excitement, I entered the code and heard the door buzz open. I ran to the elevator and pressed the button frantically. The seconds seemed to drag on, but finally it arrived and I went up to the second floor. I turned left and saw door D slightly ajar. Fearfully, I approached. In the distance, I could hear the sound of a television with sports commentary. There was practically no light, only slight shadows. I closed the door carefully and knelt down.

A deep voice, almost like Batman's, spoke in the dark:
"Crawl over here, fag. A few steps in front of you."
I crawled like a puppy thirsty for a bone and found what I was looking for. Hairy, muscular, thick legs. I felt around in the dark until I reached an absolutely giant cock, almost too big for my mouth.
"No hands, suck it!" ordered the man's deep voice.
Without questioning the orders, I put my mouth on it. It was slightly sweaty and had a salty taste of pre-cum. I licked the head of the cock and opened my mouth, trying to take as much as I could. It was really big.
"Did you come here to suck or to play, damn it!"
The man in the dark grabbed my blond hair and pushed my head onto his big cock, making me choke. He was rough!

"Take it, no complaints! Didn't you come to suck? Then you're going to suck my fucking cock!"
I was super excited, my cock almost bursting out of my Adidas shorts.
The guy started fucking my mouth and panting. I choked more and more and tried to get a moment's rest from that monster in my throat that almost made me vomit. I pushed the man's strong thighs, but he wouldn't let up.
"You're not getting away. Hold on, I'm almost done. Just take it!”
I tried to relax my throat and let him fuck it. I tried to breathe through my nose, concentrating as hard as I could. Tears streamed from my eyes. I felt like a real whore and I was loving every second of it. The man's thrusts were getting faster and harder. The air smelled of man sweat, strong and intense. His sagging balls hit my chin hard.
The man in the dark began to grunt and roar, and my throat was flooded with abundant sperm. I choked, coughed, and felt sperm coming out of my nose. The man moved away and shook his giant penis and the last drops of milk onto me.
"It's done, you can leave," said the hoarse, panting voice.

I got up from the floor with an enormous hard-on. I opened the apartment door and ran to the elevator, which was still on the second floor. I pressed the exit button, and as soon as the doors closed, I took my cock out of my shorts and just had to touch it to cum all over the elevator floor. The orgasm was so strong that I almost screamed, and tears of pleasure ran down my face. My face was a mess of drool, snot, and cum from that big, athletic man. I wiped it with my T-shirt, and as soon as the elevator door opened, I ran out into the street toward my apartment, leaving my sperm scattered on the elevator floor.

I slept like a baby, and in the morning I had a missed call from my dad and a message.
"Hey champ, I'm in your town. Want to come have lunch with dad?"
I was so happy. I hadn't seen my dad in months. I took a shower and had to masturbate again in the shower, thinking about that anonymous blowjob I had given that man the night before. I had never done anything like that before, and the risk had paid off. I got dressed, put on some cologne, and went to meet my dad at a nearby Starbucks. There he was, well-groomed, his beard impeccable as always, wearing a navy blue shirt that showed off his well-trimmed chest hair. His tall, athletic body was attractive to me, if he weren't my father. I gave him a hug and he smelled great, using Burberry Hero as always. We drank coffee and he teased me about how I still looked like a teenager, that he couldn't believe I was about to start working.

"Where do you want to have lunch, champ? Do you want to go see a movie with Dad and order pizza, or would you prefer a restaurant?"
"Pizza!!!" I said enthusiastically. I've always loved watching movies with my dad, ever since I was a kid, the more violent and noisy the better.
"Great, I'm staying nearby. Let's go. I'm staying for two nights, so we can make up for lost time over the last few months," he said, smiling and ruffling my blond hair. He was dark-haired, I took after my mom.

On the way to his hotel, we FaceTime her:
"Hi, honey, look who I found at Starbucks, do you know him?" My mother was all happy and smiling.
"My men together, I love it. Have fun. I love you so much!"
"I love you too, sweetheart. Kisses." Their relationship was so happy and loving. I wanted to have a boyfriend who would give me that one day. Except for the fact that I liked being used like a cheap whore by older, hyper-masculine men, like last night. I tried to push that thought away. I was with my dad, for fuck's sake.
Since we were on FaceTime with my mother, I didn't even notice the route we took, I just followed my father in his confident strides. As I looked around, something seemed familiar. I was near the building where I had gone yesterday to suck that man's dick in the dark. How embarrassing!
"Are you laughing, champ?"
"Nothing, Dad. I remembered something silly, don't worry about it."

Then he approached the door, the same door I had entered the night before. Fuck, what a coincidence. I couldn't believe I had sucked cock and had my throat fucked in the same building where my father was staying. How embarrassing!!!
The entry code was the same one the guy had given me the night before, I still remembered it. My dad called the elevator and I got in. I looked at the floor and saw the stains of my dried semen. They hadn't cleaned it up yet.
I started shaking with adrenaline. I was completely uncomfortable.

"Are you okay, kid?" my dad asked worriedly.
"Yes, Dad. I'm just hot and dizzy, probably was the coffee. Sugar high!" And I laughed awkwardly. My father's big, strong hand pressed the button for the second floor. Damn!
It couldn't be, what a surreal coincidence. The guy was my father's neighbor. The elevator door opened and we got out.
"What letter are you on, Dad?"
"I'm on D, for David. Like you!" He laughed loudly.
I started to see everything spinning around me and felt my heart beating very fast. My father opened the door to the same apartment I had entered and knelt in the night before.
"Did you check in today? When did you arrive?" I asked in a whisper.
"No, I checked in yesterday. I arrived yesterday afternoon, but I had a business dinner and was tired, so I went straight to bed. That's why I only called you today."

No! It couldn't be. I entered the same apartment, ran to the sofa, and sat down.
"Son, what's wrong?"
"I think my blood pressure is low."
The man with the monstrous cock who had used me and fucked my throat like it was a pussy... WAS MY FATHER. And the problem? I had loved it and I want it more.
I looked at him as he went to get me a glass of cold water. The same thick thighs, the deep voice he had forced out the night before. My father had always loved Batman movies, and as a child he would imitate his voice to me as a joke. I looked at his gray suit pants... the bulge in his pants. The cock I had sucked the night before. There was no doubt. It had been my father... FUCK!

I ate two slices of pizza and watched a movie with my dad without paying any attention to the details. My dad kept asking me what was wrong, and I just said I was tired, that I had gone out the night before and it had been intense. I asked if he minded if I went home to get some sleep. He still tried to insist that I sleep in his room, but I made up an excuse that I couldn't sleep without my pillow, and he called me an Uber to my apartment. We agreed to meet for dinner or lunch the next day.

At home, I couldn't stop thinking that this rough and arrogant man who had shamelessly fucked my mouth was my father. I tried to come up with excuses and solutions to explain that it was someone else, but nothing made sense. It was him, there was no doubt about it. My father was an athletic man, although I had never really noticed it under his work shirts. He and my mother had a happy marriage, they even went to church on Sundays, and yet he was on Grindr looking for submissive gay young guys to suck him off. Not just suck him off, but to serve him like real little whores... and I had been one of them.

I couldn't do anything but think about his cock, the smell of his sweat mixed with aftershave. Fuck. The hours passed and it got dark. I sent him a message saying that I'd rather have lunch the next day because I was very tired. It got dark I don't even know what time it was when the sound of a Grindr notification woke me from my lethargy. I wasn't in the mood for hookups and the usual questions from Grindr guys, but out of habit I picked up my phone.

It was the same profile as the day before... My father's profile.

"Available?"

Automatically and without thinking twice, I replied, as if something was taking over my body. I was already shaking with adrenaline.

"Yes, daddy. I'm available."

Fuck, I was calling my own father “daddy”, in a sexual way.

"Great, you behaved well yesterday. Today you're going to get an upgrade. I want you to come in jockstraps with that pussy ready. I'll leave a chair near the door. Stick your ass up, already lubricated, and wait for me to fuck you. No talking. When I bred your ass, I'll go inside and you'll leave. Deal?"

WHAT? My father wanted to fuck my ass with that huge, thick cock. This could only be a vivid dream. I was going to wake up at any moment. I just replied:

"Yes, sir."

"I'll be waiting for you here in 30 minutes, or you know I'll find someone else!"

I dropped my phone and ran to the bathroom to prepare my ass. Luckily, I hadn't eaten much, and in five minutes I had my anal shower done. Unlike my dad, I wasn't hairy, so my ass was smooth and ready to be fucked hard. I put lub on with my fingers, dressed the jockstraps, and walked out the door.

I already knew the way to my father's Airbnb by heart. In 20 minutes I was at his door. I opened Grindr and sent:

"I'm here, dad."

FUCK! I sent dad instead of daddy. Fuck, fuck.

"Come in, boy. You have the door code and the floor in the conversation."

Shaking, I went to 2D. My cock was already throbbing with lust and my asshole was twitching. The apartment door was ajar again, darkness inside and the sound of an action movie in the background. Probably the same movie we had tried to watch together after lunch. I was wearing a hoodie so he wouldn't recognize me, and I could only see shadows in the dark. I saw the footstool a few feet in front of the door. I closed the door, and heard Batman's voice commanding somewhere in the darkness:

"On all fours, and I don't want any fuss about getting fucked in the ass. You came here to get fucked in the ass, right? Is that what you want?"

"Yes, sir. I want it..."

My voice trembled with the same violence as my body. I felt a cold thrill of excitement in my chest and stomach. I took off my shorts, threw them on the floor, causing my cell phone to fall out of my pocket and land on the floor beside me. I got on all fours on the bench, offering my hole to that guy in the darkness. That guy who was my father. My father who had been drinking beer with me and watching a movie a few hours ago. The same father who had called me champ since I was a kid.

I felt his presence approaching me with his footsteps. He slapped me hard on one of my buttocks and I was startled.

"I'm going to destroy this hole, are you ready?"

"Yes, daddy." I replied, trying to disguise my voice.

He spat and rubbed his fingers on my ass, sticking a finger in my already wet hole.

"Tight pussy. You're going to have to take it."

And without further warning, he thrust his cock into me in one stroke. That thick, veiny cock I had sucked the night before. I let out a squeal of pleasure and pain mixed together.

"Take it. Keep it down."

And I held on, wanting it as much as he did. My father then began to thrust into my ass without any mercy. He grabbed me by the hips and began a hard and aggressive fuck that made me moan.

"This is what you gays like, isn't it? Getting fucked hard in the ass like the real whores you are. Getting fucked by married family men with children, isn't it?"

"Yes, sir, yes." I replied between my moans and the sound of his huge cock going in and out of my wet hole.

"That's right, you're probably old enough to be my son. I have a son about your age, you know? I could almost be your father." And he laughed sarcastically.

I didn't want to believe what I was hearing. My ass was getting totally stretched open by that thick penis going in and out.

"I'm going to cum really fast, fuck. I wish my wife would give me her ass like this. But she won't, so I have to resort to little gays like you when I travel."

He was talking about my mother's sex life. Surreal! But I was loving every second of it. Being my own father's cheap whore. The air smelled of his sweat mixed with the smell of beer on his breath.

"I'm going to fill you with cum, bitch. Take it!"

He started pounding even harder, if that was possible, and like a lion he roared and came inside me.

"Take my cum, bitch, you're going home filled with married man's cum."

I couldn't hold back and came all over the footstool, I hardly even needed to touch my penis to reach orgasm. He stopped and, panting, pulled out of me with a "plop" sound. I felt cum dripping out of my hole.

"Grab your things and get out," he ordered in his rough, authoritative voice. My father had never spoken to me like that before.

I was getting up from the bench when my phone started vibrating on the floor. We both looked at the iPhone screen at the same time, where a close-up photo of a blonde woman appeared with a name... "MOM."

My mother was calling me, and the light from the screen illuminated his face. His gaze was one of disbelief and doubt.

"David???" His voice was no longer the deep voice of Batman. It was his normal voice, my father's voice.

I got up, grabbed my shorts and cell phone, and ran out the door. I opened the stairwell door, quickly put on my shorts, and ran down the stairs.

I felt ashamed, afraid, and had my father's cum running down my legs.

When I got to my apartment, my heart was beating out of my chest. I had run the whole way there. Not knowing what to do, I turned off my phone. I wasn't going to answer my mom, not after my dad found out that the gay guy he had fucked two nights in a row was his own son.
Fuck, how embarrassing. I should never have gone back there, not after finding out he was my own father. But was I really sorry?
I lay down without taking a shower. I could still smell his sweat and body perfume on me. I still had his cum inside me. I couldn't take it and masturbated again, sticking my fingers in my cum-filled hole.
I took a sleeping pill and waited for it to take effect in the dark.
It was 6 a.m. when I woke up, it was still dark outside. I turned on my phone fearfully. I had many messages from my father.

"Call me."

"We need to talk, David.”

"Don't tell your mother anything, I beg you, champ."

"Answer your father, please."

"I'm sorry."

Among many others.

I started writing a message. He was probably asleep. I didn't know what to say. The only thing that occurred to me was to apologize. After all, I knew it was my father fucking me, he just didn't know he was fucking his own son.

"I'm sorry, Dad. I'm sorry if I'm a disappointment to you."

I sent it. In no time, I had a message back.

"I'm awake, come see me. I beg you, David. I'll call you an Uber."

In a few minutes, I had the ride share on my phone. I went downstairs and got in the car. It was a super short ride, but it felt like forever. I didn't know what to expect. An angry father, disappointed that I liked being fucked anonymously by older men?

He opened the front door as soon as he saw me arrive. He was waiting for me at the door. His white shirt was open and he was wearing boxers. His hair was messy and he had a beer in his hand. I entered the Airbnb without saying a word. There was light this time. The bench where he had fucked me was in the same place, still stained with my orgasm. I went to the living room, took off my sneakers, and sat on the couch with my knees up to my chin.

My father followed me. He stood in front of me, his gaze dark and searching.

"I had no idea it was you, David. I can't tell you how sorry I am. I never realized you liked men."

I laughed out loud.

"I can say the same, I never realized it either."

He gave a dry laugh.

"You can't exactly say I like men, but the sex life of a married man over 40 isn't exactly a party. A friend told me about Grindr a while ago and said he could get easy, free sex whenever he traveled. The idea stuck in my head and I tried it... and got hooked."

He scratched his stubble. I looked up at him. His thick, hairy legs. His body was still athletic, even though you could call it a dad bod. His chest hair was trimmed like a beard. The bulge in his boxers. I had never seen such a sexy man in my life. He was everything I looked for in men when I watched porn. However, he was my father, and I had never looked at him that way before.

As if I had a magnet in my hand, I ran my hand over his hard stomach and up to his chest. My father sighed. Without knowing what I was doing, I knelt in front of him, my hand reaching down to his tight black boxers. He was hard as a rock. He took my hand and lifted me up, clearly affected by the drink. I touched his pectorals, squeezed them hard, bit them. He moaned loudly.

"Do you want this knowing that I'm your father?" he asked me breathlessly.

"I already knew it was you when I came the second time..."

He laughed loudly and looked at me amused.

"You knew? And I thought you hadn't realized and that it was all a big misunderstanding."

"I came running when you called me the second time, when I realized it was you."

"You little bastard..."

I took off his shirt and smelled his armpits, the strong sweat flooding my nostrils. I licked, I devoured. He stroked my blond hair.

"I'm going to regret this so much," said my father.

"Are you sure? You like submissive young guys… like me.” I teased him.

"Shut up and suck, I think we understand each other better that way."

He pushed me onto the sofa and his cock sprang up in my face. It smelled of cum and piss. I licked his big, sagging balls. My father put one leg on the sofa and told me to open my mouth. My back and head were against the sofa, and he started fucking my mouth.

"What a mouth, fuck. What a pussy mouth!" he said as he took sips from the beer bottle in his hand.

I choked and coughed. My father took his cock out and hit me in the face with it. His hard cock punished me hard. I stuck out my tongue and took his cock on my tongue, making saliva fly everywhere.

"Turn that ass around, turn that ass around for daddy. NOW!"

My father was in attack mode, his voice hoarse with desire, with eagerness.

"Yes, father."

"That's right. Who's your daddy who's going to fuck that ass until you scream for more?"

"It's you, it's you." I replied, crazy with lust, turning my back to him.

He tore my black running shorts like a raging animal. I was still wearing the jockstraps from earlier. I still had his cum inside me. His cock slid into me with ease, like a hot knife cutting through butter. I moaned loudly.

"Moan for daddy, bitch. Moan."

He grabbed my face with both hands and stuck his fingers from both hands inside my mouth, pulling me back hard. I was completely at his mercy.

"Take daddy's cock, take it, fuck. You're all wet, you look like a girl with a wet pussy."

I couldn't even moan, I just drooled on his fingers and down my chin. My father was completely animalistic, fucking my ass, beating his own cum inside me, like someone beating egg whites. He took his hands out of my mouth and pushed my head down, making me arch my back. Out of nowhere and without warning, his big foot stepped on my face, pressing me against the sofa seat. My cheek was being completely crushed by my own father's big foot.

The only sound in the room was the noise of our moans and his cock going in and out of my open, cummy hole.

"I'm going to fill you with cum, son. Do you want it?"

"Yes, yes! Please, Dad." I begged, my words muffled by his foot.

He started grunting, roaring, and his cock began to throb inside me, releasing the sperm that created me... inside me.
He fell on top of me, panting. His chest hair pricked my back.

When he finally got up off me, I was still on all fours.

"Push the cum out, I want to see my cum dripping out of that open hole."

"Yes, Daddy."

I flexed my sphincter muscles and felt the warm liquid flow out of me.

"Beautiful, fuck. I have to take a picture of this, stay there."

My father went to get his cell phone and photographed my open hole filled with his own sperm.

"Go take a shower, you're a mess." And he laughed.

To be continued…

I was always wondering how bottoms feel while taking a dick inside them and especially those who take large ones, I was wondering if they feel pain at first, but from their faces, they always seems to enjoy it a lot so the idea of trying that feeling was always in my head but i was too afraid of the pain, until today.

I bought a dildo around 7" it looks big for me to take all Inside lol but I wanted to try it so bad, so I went to the bathroom and start sucking it first I was so horny cuz I watched some videos before went to the bathroom but it's feels like impossible to take it all at first I was gagging a lot and struggling to get even the half of it but it felt amazing and the when the moment of truth came I put a balm on it and in my ass I was really afraid but so horny at the same time so I said fuck it and I started sitting on it slowly the head was so hard to get it inside but I managed it the problem is I couldn't take any longer it's like my ass pushing it back even tho I want it inside so bad it felt so painful but I kept going slowly and it started feeling amazing the best feeling of my life and again I hit the wall my ass couldn't take any more of it it's like I hit a hard spot I cannot go far.

Did u faced the same problem if yes please any tips to help get more of it inside cuz the feeling is really crazy and I want to take it all.

Had a few forgettable and akward experience before that only ended in a quick car bj

2 years pass of me, not doing anything with another man but admittedly watching more trans and cock worship porn, and I get a random dm. He’s fit, not overly masculine but without a hint of feminine, average looking and well groomed black/dominican man around my age. Immediately the vibes were different and the conversations just flowed. The cherry on top was he actually had his own apartment. First 3 meet ups went like the others where I got my dick sucked…. But what was different is we actually chilled a little before and the little after even squeezing in another bj

We started to get somewhat consistent and it was the perfect set up for my guard to start dropping and making me do things I didn’t consider before. Very soon the dick sucking was mutual and when I told him I wasn’t new to anal play with toys the link ups went up like 10 notches.

Although he used dildos on me….. I still was hesitant to be a bottom. I felt like that was the last thing I could hold on to and in my delusional mind justify that I’m still straight . We never talked about it, and he never tried to make a move during heat or moment….. until about 2 weeks ago He had me on my back with my legs in air and blindfolded as he used a toy on me, nothing new for us at this point, but then there was a little pause where he pulled out the toy and I heard the lube squirting thinking he’s reapplying or choosing a new toy….. but no, I felt both his hands grip right behind my knee, pushing them tighter to my body and that’s when I felt him enter me. I ripped off blindfold and I just couldn’t believe the situation I was in….. like he was never on some dominant vibes but I tried to get him off saying something along the lines of “wtf bro cmon get off , I’m not down for this rn” …. And a switch flipped in him where he got super aggro and basically took me by force…… very quickly into it my mind and body melted into pure pleasure….. I can’t fully describe the zombie like state I was in but it was unforgettable ……I felt like I was always in control of my sexuality and confident I would keep myself from going too far….And yet here I was loving and leaking from him using me. He started rough and ended tender

I kinda just laid there in bed with him and cuddled for a bit until I gathered my senses and left. I had a dark cloud of shame hanging over me for days….. and I’m a little embarrassed to admit…. That shame is all but gone and it’s being replaced with a hunger for it to happen again….

All characters are above the age of 18.

Another boring Saturday night. Tinder was dead, matches that never went anywhere, messages left on read. I was horny, frustrated, and tired of the same old nothing. So I switched over to Doublelist, scrolling through the local ads. Plenty of guys looking for tops, vague profiles, dick pics with no personality. Most of them I’d swipe past without a second thought.

One stood out.

Male, 44, bi curious, top. Looking for someone willing to deal with someone new. Body pics attached.

The photos showed a solid, masculine frame broad chest, thick arm. He looked like he could handle himself. I usually avoided new guys because they often got in their heads and went soft, but something about this one felt different. I remembered how nervous I’d been the first time I put myself out there as a bottom and how an experienced guy had made it easy. Plus, he was upfront about what he wanted.

I messaged him.

We went back and forth pretty quickly. I told him I was a 26 year old bi bottom, open to seeing if there was chemistry. He said he was mostly into being dominant and had a specific kink for seeing guys in panties. That made me smile. I had a small collection for nights when I wanted to feel sexy and feminine lace, satin, things that hugged my ass and made my cock look smaller and cuter tucked away.

I told him I was game. He seemed down for pretty much anything else, but the panties and dominance were non negotiable for him. Fair enough. I liked the idea of submitting like that.

He asked if I wanted to come over to his place. I hesitated for a second meeting at someone’s house always carried a little risk but I didn’t want to get fucked in a gas station bathroom or some cheap motel. His place sounded better. We set a time for an hour from now. I got ready.

Showered, made sure I was smooth, and picked out the right pair, soft blue lace bikini panties. They sat low on my hips, the front pouch keeping everything neat and feminine, the back riding up between my cheeks. I pulled my jeans on over them, threw on a t shirt, and headed out. The whole drive over my stomach was tight with nerves and excitement. I almost turned around twice, but I didn’t.

I pulled up to a nice house in a quiet neighborhood, walked up, and knocked.

The door opened.

My brain short circuited.

It was Bryan.

My boss. 44 years old, the same solid build from the photos, salt and pepper hair, that calm, authoritative presence I saw every day at work. We both just stared at each other for a long second.

“Milo,” he said, voice tight.

“Bryan,” I managed.

The silence was heavy.

“This is… awkward as hell,” I said finally. “It’s cold out here. Can I come in at least?”

He stepped aside without a word. I walked in and he closed the door behind me. We stood there in his living room like two idiots who had no idea what to do next.

“So… we don’t have to do this,” I said. “I can just go. We can pretend it never happened.”

He nodded slowly. “Yeah. Probably smart.”

Another pause. His eyes dragged down my body and back up. Something in his face changed the professional mask slipped and something darker, hungrier took its place. His voice dropped, lower and rougher than I’d ever heard it at work.

“Did you wear the panties?”

My heart slammed against my ribs. I could still leave. I could laugh it off. But the way he asked the shift in his tone sent heat straight through me.

I swallowed. “Yes.”

“Show me.”

My hands shook a little as I unbuttoned my jeans and pushed them down just far enough. The blue lace peeked out, delicate against my skin, the front pouch already starting to strain as my cock stirred from the tension and the way he was looking at me.

Bryan stared. His tongue wet his bottom lip. When he spoke again, there was no trace of the guy from the office.

“I’m okay with this if you are.”

I looked at him really looked. The risk was insane. But my body had already decided. The kink match was too perfect, the pull too strong.

“Yes,” I said. “I am.”

He stepped in close, one hand settling on my shoulder, heavy and possessive.

“Good. Take off your pants…..”

I kicked off my shoes and stepped out of the jeans, standing there in just the t shirt and those blue lace panties. My cock was visibly half hard now, outlined obscenely in the delicate fabric.

Bryan watched with open approval. “Now take off mine.”

I moved forward on slightly unsteady legs, unbuckled his belt, popped the button, and dragged his pants and underwear down. His cock sprang out thick, heavy, already hardening, a nice flushed head and a solid shaft that made my mouth water. I wrapped my hand around it once, stroking slowly.

“On your knees,” he ordered.

I dropped. The floor was cool under my bare knees. I leaned in and took the head into my mouth, tasting salt and skin and the faint musk of him. I sucked gently at first, swirling my tongue, working him deeper as he thickened against my tongue. His hand settled on the back of my head, not forcing yet, just guiding.

“Fuck, that’s it,” he growled. “Suck it like you came here to do exactly that.”

I moaned around him and took more. He started rocking his hips, fucking my mouth in slow, controlled thrusts. Spit slicked his shaft. The lace of my panties felt tight and sinful around my own cock, every shift of my body making the fabric rub. Jesus Christ why was this so fucking hotm

“Look at you,” he said, voice low and filthy. “On your knees in those pretty little panties, choking on my cock. Such a good little panty slut. You wore those for me, didn’t you?”

I moaned again, the words hitting me hard. Yes. God, yes.

He pulled me off after a few minutes, gripping my hair. “Up. Bedroom. Now.”

I followed him down the hall on shaky legs, cock straining against the lace. He pushed me into a dimly lit room with a big bed and turned me to face it.

“Shirt off.”

I pulled the t shirt over my head. He shoved me forward onto the bed on my stomach, then yanked my hips up so I was ass up, face down. The position made me feel exposed and vulnerable in the best way.

He grabbed lube from the nightstand. Cool slick fingers circled my hole, then one pushed inside. I gasped into the mattress.

“Tight,” he murmured, almost to himself. “Gonna open you up nice and slow for my cock. You want that, pretty thing? Want me to fuck you while you’re wearing these slutty little panties?”

“Yes,” I breathed. “Please.”

He slowly started to finger my holemy. I pushed back against his hand, moaning, wanting more. He worked me open patiently but thoroughly, adding more lube until I was slick and ready and desperate.

He pulled his fingers out. I heard the wet sound of him stroking lube over his cock. Then the blunt head pressed against my entrance.

“Beg for it.”

“Please,” I said, voice already wrecked. “Please fuck me. I need your cock.”

He pushed in slowly, letting me feel every thick inch as he stretched me open. The burn was perfect. When he bottomed out, hips flush against my ass, he stayed there for a moment, hands gripping my waist over the lace waistband of the panties.

“Fuck,” he groaned. “You feel good. So fucking tight around me.”

He started moving long, deep strokes at first, letting me adjust. The panties were still on, bunched and twisted around my thighs now, the lace framing everything. Every thrust made the fabric shift against my skin.

He picked up speed gradually, hips snapping harder, the wet sound of his cock driving into me filling the room. One hand slid up my back and pressed between my shoulder blades, pinning me down while he fucked me deeper.

“Take it,” he snarled. “Take every fucking inch. This is what you came here for, isn’t it? Dressed up in your panties like a little whore, begging to get your hole wrecked.”

“Yes....fuck....yes!” I cried out, pushing back to meet every thrust.

He was relentless now, pounding into me with steady, powerful strokes that nailed my prostate every time. The pressure built fast and intense. I didn’t even need a hand on my cock the way he was fucking me was enough. My moans turned higher, more desperate.

He pulled out suddenly, flipped me onto my back, and hooked my legs over his shoulders. The panties were still tangled around one thigh. He pushed back inside in one smooth thrust and started fucking me even harder, eyes locked on mine.

“Watch me while I use you,” he demanded. “Look at me while I fuck this tight little hole.”

I did. I couldn’t look away. His face was flushed, jaw tight, pure dominant hunger as he pounded into me. The bed creaked. My cock bounced against my stomach with every thrust, leaking steadily onto my skin and the lace still caught around my thigh.

He leaned down, biting at my neck, sucking hard enough to leave marks. One hand gripped my thigh, holding me open while he drove into me with brutal, perfect rhythm.

“Gonna fill you up,” he growled against my ear. “Gonna breed this pretty little panty slut. You want that? Want my cum deep in your ass?”

“Yes....please....fuck, Bryan....”

The orgasm hit me without warning. My hole clenched hard around him as I came untouched, cum spurting across my stomach and soaking into the blue lace still wrapped around my thigh. The intensity of it made me shake.

Bryan groaned at the feeling of me tightening around him. He slammed in deep, hips stuttering, and came with a low, rough sound pulsing hot and thick inside me, filling me up exactly like he promised. He kept thrusting through it, grinding deep, making sure I took every drop.

When he finally slowed and stilled, we were both breathing hard. He stayed buried in me for a long moment, forehead resting against mine. Then he pulled out slowly. I felt his cum leak out of my used hole, warm and slick, further messing the already ruined panties.

He collapsed beside me and pulled me against his chest without a word. I lay there in the afterglow, body still trembling, lace sticky against my skin, ass sore in the best way.

For a while, neither of us said anything about what had just happened or who we were to each other outside this room. The only sounds were our breathing and the faint hum of the house.

Eventually he spoke, voice rough but quieter.

“Stay a little longer if you want.”

I nodded against his shoulder, not ready to move yet.

After we caught our breath, Bryan got up and asked if I wanted a drink. I said sure.

He came back a minute later with two glasses and handed me one. We sat on the edge of the bed, still half dressed, the air between us thick with everything we’d just done.

He took a sip and said, “Let’s just have this be a one time thing. Otherwise it’s gonna get real awkward at work.”

I nodded, swirling the drink in my glass. “Yeah. Just getting some sexual frustration out. No big deal.”

I glanced over at him. “You’re pretty good, though. Are you sure you’ve never been with a guy before?”

Bryan laughed, low and a little sheepish. “No. You’re my first. I’ve been wanting to for a while, I just… kind of chickened out every time. To be honest with you, I almost chickened out tonight too.” He paused, then added, “I was always the dominant one with my ex wife. When she wore red panties, it meant she wanted to be dominated. It was fun while it lasted.”

I smiled into my glass. “Sounds hot.”

“I almost chickened out too,” I admitted.

We finished our drinks in a comfortable silence. Eventually we said our goodbyes at the door. No kiss, no promises. Just a quiet “See you at work” before I headed home.

The next morning I stood in front of my dresser in just a towel, staring at my usual black boxer briefs. My mind kept drifting back to last night the way Bryan had looked at me in those blue panties, the filthy things he’d said, the way he’d fucked me like he owned me. The forbidden thrill of it all made my cock twitch.

Before I could talk myself out of it, I opened the drawer where I kept my collection and pulled out a pair of red lace panties. I stepped into them, pulled them up, and adjusted myself. The lace hugged my ass and sat low on my hips. Under my work uniform, no one would know…. yeah totally I knew what I was trying to do. Maybe it was a bad decision but I'm committed.

I got dressed, the red lace hidden beneath my pants, and headed in.

The restaurant was already buzzing when I arrived. Breakfast rush in full swing. I was on seating duty today, plus helping wherever they needed me basically a utilitarian tool running between the host stand, the floor, and the back. I saw Bryan a couple of times. We exchanged normal pleasantries, the same way we always did. No lingering looks. No mention of last night. Just two coworkers.

The rush stayed busy. One of the waitresses caught me between tables and asked if I could help Bryan in the walk in cooler. He was portioning out food for the next wave.

I said okay and headed back.

When I stepped into the cooler, the cold air hit me immediately. Bryan was already in there, sleeves rolled up, working at the prep table. The second I saw him, that same low thrum from last night rolled through me. I kept my face neutral and tried to ignore the way my cock was starting to harden in the red lace. The cold helped… a little.

“Hey,” he said, not looking up.

“Hey.”

We got to work portioning food together. For a few minutes it was normal just boss and employee moving product. Then he asked me to grab a container off the lower shelf in the back.

I crouched down and started looking. After a second I realized I couldn’t find it.

“It’s not here,” I called over my shoulder.

Bryan didn’t answer right away.

I glanced back at him.

He was staring.

My uniform pants had ridden down a little when I bent over. The bright red lace waistband was clearly visible above them. I stayed exactly where I was for a moment, heart pounding, letting him look. I didn’t want to move. I wanted him to stare.

Slowly, I reached back and tugged my pants up, taking my time. The lace disappeared inch by inch.

Bryan blinked hard, like he’d been caught. He cleared his throat and pointed toward the other side of the cooler.

“It’s over there.”

I got up, found the container, and brought it over. We went back to portioning like nothing had happened. But the air in the cooler felt different now.

The rest of the shift stayed hectic. A while later the busboy came up to me and said Bryan wanted to see me in his office.

I wiped my hands on a towel and headed down the short hallway. When I stepped inside, Bryan was sitting behind his desk.

“Close the door,” he said. “Lock it.”

I did.

He leaned back in his chair and looked at me for a long moment.

“I thought we were keeping last night a one time thing.”

I tilted my head, playing innocent. “Whatever do you mean, sir?”

He just stared.

I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my pants and slowly pulled it down just enough to show the bright red lace underneath.

“Oh. This?” I asked softly. “I just like to wear them sometimes. Is that a problem, sir?”

Bryan’s jaw tightened. His eyes stayed on the red lace.

“It can be,” he said, voice low, “if you keep teasing me like that.”

I let the waistband snap back into place and met his eyes.

“What’s the punishment then?”

He didn’t hesitate.

“On your knees.”

I dropped without another word.

Bryan stood up, came around the desk, and unbuckled his belt. He pulled his cock out already hard and stepped in close. One hand gripped the back of my head as he fed it into my mouth.

He didn’t start slow this time.

He fucked my throat in steady, controlled thrusts, using my mouth like he had every right to. I relaxed as best I could, taking him deep, eyes watering while he held me in place. The risk of it locked office door or not made my cock throb inside the red lace.

He didn’t say much. Just low, rough sounds and the occasional “Fuck” under his breath as he used me. When he got close he pushed in deep and held me there, cumming hard down my throat. I swallowed every pulse, throat working around him until he finally let go.

Bryan pulled out slowly, breathing heavy. He tucked himself away and looked down at me still on my knees.

“Stay after work.”

I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and nodded.

“Yes, sir.”

Everyone is over the age of 18

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Connor hates me cause I'm the rookie and I'm the Coach's favourite.

He had his chance to be top dog, but apparently he blew it with Coach by not following his orders all the way through.

Coach's program is simple really. All you have to do is stop nutting. He says it makes you a better player and I honestly believe him. It also makes you super horny and Coach starts to push your buttons inside and out...literally. He had put an vibrating buttplug inside me before practice to help me build up more cum. It all sounds fucked up, I know, but Connor did it too apparently. Until he didn't.

Now he hates me for it. And we've just gotten into a full on brawl in the middle of practice, so we're both about to get an asswhooping from Coach. I learned something about my body too. Vibrator + holding my load in + a fist fight = I'll cream myself without touching.

Alright, if you've made it this far, you're just as fucked up as I am. Start from very beginning to see how we even got here, but otherwise.... enjoy.

“Bitch ass.” Connor gave me another shove as we walked over to the bleachers. 

I had to put on a tough face, but the truth is, my knees weren't cooperating with me. Being tackled by a guy as big as Connor is rough as it sounds, and I had a secondary problem. 

Secondary and tertiary problem… 

The ass thing Coach put inside me is slipping out, and it's making me walk like a duck. It's still buzzing too, which is just making its exit out of my hole smoother. I can’t risk just pushing it back in in front of all the guys. Not when they're all already staring at me for openly brawling it out with the quarterback. 

I can’t fucking believe I just jizzed in my pants. What kind of joke is this?

Cumming has always made my legs weak too. I remember one of the first times I did in the shower, my knees wobbled so much I thought I might fall. 

Taking that in consideration, Coach might actually have a point with the semen retention thing. Maybe it does make us weak.

Connor and I sat there on the bleachers, baking under the sun, as Coach finished his training session and sent the team off to the showers. 

He kind of just left us sitting there for a long time. So long, that the jizz in my underwear didn't feel so wet anymore. For all the times I've cursed having to wear a cup, this was one of the days I was grateful for it. Sitting gave me a chance to push the butt toy back in discreetly too, so those were my two pluses for my nightmare of a day. 

“Man, I'm leaving.” Connor shakes his sweat-drenched blond hair out. 

“He's going to come back,” I say. 

“Yeah, for his toy of the week,” he snarls. 

“You know what? Go. Get kicked off the team. I don't care.” 

That made Connor stay, and we just sat there again. Eventually, Coach did come back for us, and he motioned us sternly to hit the showers. We walked there together in tense silence, and Connor entered the locker room first. 

“Coach,” I whisper to him while the door is briefly closed in front of us, and he shakes his head at me. He walks ahead of me.

“Shower. Both of you. Now.” 

Connor kicks off his shoes roughly, and basically throws a tantrum as he tears off his clothes. Without looking back at us, he heads into the shower area. I take more time to organize my stuff, and make sure Connor isn't coming back to get something before I take off the lower half. 

“Turn around,” Coach Paul says as I lower my underwear. I tighten up as I feel the toy move inside me. “Breathe in.”

Is this going to hurt? 

“Breathe out.” At my exhale, he yanks the toy out of me, leaving me feeling stretched wide. “Wait. Show me your underwear.” 

“It was an accident, Coach,” I say with a pleading tone. “I didn't mean to, but when I tried to get out of his hold… it just…it just happened…”

He doesn't respond except by holding his palm out. I take my underwear off and put it in his hand. He unfolds it and inspects the inside, which I'm sure is caked with dried cum. 

“Dissapointing. We've lost a lot of ground.” 

“I'm sorry, Coach.” Shame burns my ears as I stand naked in front of my mentor. I watch him spit into my briefs, and rub it in with his finger. 

“It’s a little late now, but it's better than nothing.” Coach spits again and then hands my briefs back to me. The combination smell of his spit and my cum is not so unusual. However, it looks… not really like my cum anymore. “Eat. Do it now before it dries again.” I take in a big breath and dive into my sweaty briefs, sucking up what he rehydrated. 

It tasted a lot more like saliva than anything else. But as I kept going, a stale nutty taste rose to the forefront, and it became encouraging for me to dig my tongue into the musky underwear. My body relaxed, like it got a dose of what it was missing. 

“Go. Shower.” 

Connor was pretty much done by the time I got in there, but Coach stopped him from leaving to talk to both of us. 

“We're going to settle this. I'm not having this frat boy shit anymore on my team. Sauna at the rec centre. We're going to talk it out like men.” 

The whole walk there was awkward as fuck. No one wanted to talk to each other, so we just lumbered there silently. Coach had a chat with the front desk person, then he handed us white towels. We got changed and got into the sauna. 

Suffocatingly hot, is how I would describe it. I don't know why people like this. Especially right after a shower, it feels unnatural.

Coach sits on the wooden step, and Connor and I sit on both sides of him. 

“So let's get everything out and open in the air,” he says calmly, brushing his long hair back. His lightly hairy chest matches his arms. “You start, Connor.” 

“I ain't giving up quarterback,” the blond man says. He truly has an incredible physique, being wider and bigger than Coach even at 20 years old. “And no way in hell I'm not letting this skinny prick get it.” 

“That’s not your call. But I'm not going to take it away from you unless I need to,” Coach states. “You're just as insecure as ever. I told you you had to work on that. Shame you didn't stay with my program. You would've been over that a long time ago. Reid has made incredible progress in just the last two weeks.”  He touches my knee just under the towel. 

“Coach! He's a rookie!” 

“A rookie, yes. But a trainable one.” Coach Paul stands and pours water over the rocks, creating a crackling steam as background noise. Then, he walks back to the bench, and sits behind me, placing me in the way of Connor's death glare. 

“He'd get squashed on the first game. You’ve seen Colorado's line up this year?” 

“Maybe. Maybe not. He's put on mass since he started retaining.” Taps on my shoulders cue me to lift my arms, and Coach squeezes the muscle groups one at a time in parallel motion. 

“Bullshit. I don't hold my load and I'm twice as big as he is.” Connor stands up, and flexes his imposing stature. Coach's hands guide me to stand up, and I do feel small compared to my rival's broad shoulders. 

“You don't hold your load because you're weak. You're big, but you have no core to you.” Reaching around from behind, Coach’s hands pat my abs. “Reid is solid. Even here.” 

I can see the anger building inside Connor from the way his muscles tensed up. His shoulders rising to meet his ears give the illusion of him becoming bigger before our eyes. 

“And Reid is a better trainee, because he trusts me with his body.” His hands touch the knot I made with my towel and I freeze.

He's not going to…

“Isn’t that right, Reid?” 

“Yes, Coach,” I say, looking into Connor's eyes. The towel drops from my waist, and I stand there exposed to my coach and his other star athlete. 

“See? Strong. Proud.” 

“Ah!” I let out as the base of my erection is gripped. 

“I'm bigger than that even when soft!” Connor spits, and rips his towel off. He pulls out his hung soft cock, which is indeed sizable. 

“Big, with no substance.” Coach says, gently caressing my shaft. “No substance. No confidence. No power. Just trying to scare the opponents off with sheer will. But Connor, they can tell that you're weak.” 

“This is bullshit!” Connor tugs at his dick but it remains pitifully flaccid. All the while, he watches as Coach massages my inner thigh and back up my chest. Despite the load I accidentally let out earlier, I feel precum churning up my shaft again. “So you’re going to give him quarterback just like that?” 

“I didn't say that,” Coach says. “I said, if you give me a reason to replace you, I will.” 

“Fuck this shit!” Connor grabs his towel from the bench and hastily makes a knot. It comes undone almost immediately and he has to hold it with one hand while pointing at me accusingly. “You just wait, Rookie. One day, you won't be able to hold it anymore and he'll drop you for the next sucker.” 

Then, he turned around and left, sending a cold blast of air to my aroused private parts.

“He's weak-minded. Not like you.” Coach Paul moves so he's in front of me. He lowers his arm and collects my precum with the back of his hand, then holds it up to me. “Let's get your strength back. Then, we’ll keep training.” 

I lick his hand, tasting him again instead of myself. “It's going to be okay with him?” 

“I'll handle Connor. You just work on building your load back up.” 

I’m (31M) currently in Nashville for work, which always gets my juices flowing being in a hotel room. Only problem, is my cheap ass company makes us room with whoever else is on the trip. On this trip, my roommate is definitely not someone who I’d get lucky with, lol. Anyways, his trip is 2 days shorter than mine, and left yesterday afternoon. I couldn’t wait for him to leave.

Literally as soon as that door closed, I locked the door, opened my stash pocket of my suitcase and pulled out my jock, plug, lube and a couple of condoms. Now, I need to say that until last night, I’ve never done anything with a guy before. I’ve been “that guy” on Grindr for forever - just scrolling, chatting, trying to work up the nerve and backing out.

So, last night, I load up Grindr and start scrolling. Get a message from a guy 0 ft away so obviously in my same hotel which is a huge plus. He’s 56, also traveling for work, and sent me some pics of this gorgeous cleancut cock - I’d say about 7 inches and a little on the thicker side. In his pics he was wearing a cock ring and he looked so hard and juicy. I told him it was my first time and I wasn’t sure how I’d fair taking a cock on the bigger side for my first time, and he assured me we would only do what felt comfortable to me. He instructed me to leave the door open/cracked, lay on the bed face down in my jock strap, and he would do the rest.

So, I laid down and told him my room number. My heart was absolutely pounding. I actually started shaking like I had the chills which I’m guessing was just adrenaline or something. I almost jumped up and said no thanks I changed my mind when I heard that door open but I just laid there, frozen. I heard him get undressed and heard the sound of what sounded like him popping a cap to a bottle. I glanced back and he had brought some coconut oil with him. New for me but let me tell you, I’ll be buying some when I get back home, ha!

He started to give me a massage and I just felt all my stress melt away. It actually felt so fucking good. I was getting more and more turned on the more he rubbed, and almost came when he crawled on the bed and straddled my ass. I could feel his cock between my cheeks as he continued to rub my back. I couldn’t help myself…I started lifting my ass into his cock and almost squirming for him to keep going. He started to kiss the back of my neck and worked his way down my back. When his tongue touched my hole for the first time…..I knew something flipped inside of me. I’m not a “small guy” by any means. I’m 6’2 180 and very fit, but in that moment it was like I was a 5’3 120 lb femboy just dying to get fucked. He fingered me for a minute which I actually wasn’t too into, it just didn’t feel like I thought. But…after that, he put a huge dollop of oil on my ass and I heard him rubbing his cock. He started saying “Good boy, you ready for daddy’s cock?” And I was just moaning “mmhmm” lol…didn’t know what to say.

I felt the pressure of his cock on my hole and what felt like the tip go in. He told me to relax and try to open up for him but it was like I was quenching involuntarily. He just left it like that for a minute or so but eventually I felt everything sort of relax and he slowly started pushing it in more. It honestly didn’t hurt at all, but it didn’t feel “good” is the way I’d describe it. After a few minutes he was stroking pretty consistently and all of a sudden it felt fucking amazing. I started moaning like a cock drunk slut and telling him to fuck me. It was so hot and felt so good, I was more than surprised. I was on all fours at this point and felt like I was getting close to cumming, but he reached around and literally as soon as he touched my cock I came more than I have ever cum in my life. He lifted me towards him and was kissing the side of my neck and I was in heaven. He said he was gonna cum and I started slamming my ass back into him. We fell forward and he pinned me down and came in me.

It was honestly amazing. Definitely felt weird down there afterwards but I guess that’s normal? I’m just happy he was very nice and respectful - I couldn’t have asked for a better first time. I would say that I am planning to go again tonight, but my ass feels pretty sore, haha. Anyways, thanks for reading.

All characters depicted in this story are fictional and 18 years of age or older

Calvin – my brother's best friend had been eating my ass on that ladder in the wine cellar when Ralph one of the groomsmen walked in on us. Instead of making a scene, he just smirked and asked if there was room for one more.

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Ralph stepped closer, calm as ever, like walking in on a man getting his ass eaten was just another Tuesday for him. Calvin finally lifted his head from between my cheeks; his face wet from all the drooling, beard a little messy, eyes half-lidded, and he looked up at Ralph with a lazy grin.

“Oh. Hey, Ralph,” he said, as if his mouth wasn’t just in my ass. “You want some of this?” He spread my cheeks wide with both hands, exposing me shamelessly. “Or you want the usual stuff?”

I blinked. The usual? What the fuck did that mean?

Calvin didn’t explain what he meant. He just held me open like a display piece. I couldn’t see what was happening behind me; I only heard Ralph’s body movements as he moved in closer. The cellar was too quiet. My breathing was too loud.

Ralph’s gaze flicked down, then locked on mine. “Well?”

My voice came out hoarse, fucked-out already. “Might as well get two bearded guys on my ass.”

They both chuckled. Calvin gave my ass a soft slap.

“Masey, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” He purred. “Two men fighting over your hole?”

I arched my back instinctively, grinding my hips in the air. “Don’t you dare fight over it,” I muttered. “Unless you’re taking turns.”

Ralph didn’t take long to shut me up. I felt the difference instantly - his beard was fuller than Calvin’s, a little coarser, covering more skin as it pressed into me. His tongue made slow, deliberate circles around my hole, teasing me in a way that felt brand new. Not hesitant; just… exploratory and more methodical. And fuck, it was good.

“Fuckk, dude…” I groaned, gripping the edge of the shelf harder.

Calvin just laughed. He reached out and pushed Ralph’s head deeper between my cheeks. “Get into it,” he growled. “I know you like this shit.”

And apparently, Ralph did. His tongue got bolder, wetter, flatter against me. I felt him spit, then lick again, tracing the mess up and down. Every flick of his tongue had my thighs trembling.

Then I felt Calvin move.

His hand slid up my lower back, warm and familiar, while Ralph stayed buried in my ass. Calvin came around my side, crouching, one hand rubbing my lower back while the other slipped under to stroke my cock. His fingers knew exactly how to curl around it.. just like last night. He didn’t even look at what he was doing, he was watching Ralph. Smirking.

“You’re not bad at that,” Calvin said casually. “But let me show him what he really likes.”

Ralph pulled back, face wet, looking dazed but hungry. Calvin didn’t hesitate; he dove back in like he knew I was obsessed with him.

My back arched harder. My head dropped.

“Uhmm… fuck, Cal…,” Ralph moaned.

I heard a shuffle of movement beneath me, like knees shifting, bodies adjusting. Calvin’s moans deepened against my hole—gritty and primal, devouring me, not just eating me out. His spit was everywhere, smeared across my hole, my cheeks, dripping down. I was clenching without realizing, trying to trap his tongue deeper inside me, keep him right there.

Then I heard it again.

“Uhhmm… f-fuck…” Ralph’s voice, thick and broken.

I turned my head, breath caught in my throat and there it was. Ralph, on his knees below me, head bobbing, his face stuffed full of Calvin’s cock. Gagging and panting while Calvin's face was still buried in between my cheeks. I watched Ralph slap the thick shaft on his tongue between strokes, spit flying, jaw unhinged as he went back in.

Gawk… gawk… gawk…

Wet, frantic and feral sounds filled the cellar.

And through it all, Calvin never stopped on me. His tongue stayed buried in my hole, his hand working my cock in slow, possessive strokes, while Ralph sucked him off like a fucking maniac.

Talk about multitasking.

Ralph didn’t let up. If anything, he got hungrier, taking Calvin's cock deeper, sloppier, like he was already familiar with its taste on his tongue. The way he moved—confident, practiced—it almost felt like he’d done this before. Is this what Calvin meant by his “usual stuff”?

Was Ralph, my brother’s groomsman and Calvin’s friend, one of the guys he’d been with before? The thought made my head spin, my cock twitch.

I could hear everything...every choke, every wet slurp, every strained breath between strokes. Meanwhile, Calvin's beard brushed my hips a little lower and it sent a fresh jolt through me.

Calvin was moaning now too, low and deep, his tongue still pressed against my hole. The vibrations of his sounds traveled straight through me. His face was still buried deep in my ass, and now Ralph’s face kept bobbing on Calvin's cock...

“Fuck,” I gasped, shaking. “You’re both fucking insane.”

Ralph groaned around Calvin’s cock.

Calvin’s hand was back on my shaft, stroking me with that same teasing grip, not letting me get too close. “Say it again, Masey,” he muttered into my hole between licks. “Tell me how this feels.”

Below me, Ralph came up for air, face wet, eyes glazed. His lips were parted, tongue flicking over the spit Calvin had left behind. He looked wrecked already, and I wasn't far behind.

Calvin’s words...“Tell me how this feels” buzzed against my skin, each syllable vibrating right through my hole. And fuck, I felt it. Felt the wet drag of his tongue, the soft scratch of his stubble, the warmth of his breath mixing with Ralph’s.

My body jolted. My spine curved.

I couldn’t hold it back.

“Fuck—fuckfuck—Calvin!”

I came hard.. unexpected, almost violent; my cock pulsing in his hand as he kept that teasing grip around it, guiding every twitch. His thumb rolled over the head just to push it further, to milk every last drop from me. My cum spilled into his fingers, dripping messily onto the floor beneath me, and Calvin just chuckled, proud, like he’d done exactly what he came here for.

“Good boy,” he muttered, tongue still flicking lazily across my overstimulated hole.

Ralph watched it all, eyes low, lips parted, breathing heavy. “Shit,” he whispered, hand sliding down to adjust the obvious tent in his jeans. “That was so fucking hot.”

Calvin’s face finally rose from between my ass cheeks, glistening and flushed. His right hand was still coated in my cum, fingers sticky, but his left moved fast gripping Ralph’s hair tight. Without warning, he guided Ralph straight onto his cock.

“Yeah… fuck yeah, boy,” Calvin growled, eyes half-lidded as his hips bucked forward.

I turned over, shaky, tugging my pants halfway up as I stood on the ladder and watched. And fuck, it was a sight.

Ralph was on his knees, gagging like a pro, barely pausing, barely breathing as Calvin face-fucked him with no mercy. It looked like a fucking porn shoot. Ralph’s throat opened up like it knew Calvin’s cock. Like it had been here before. His spit coated Calvin’s shaft, dripping down his chin as he took every thrust deep.

“Unghh fuck… unghh fuckkk,” Ralph moaned between gags. “Give it to me…”

Calvin’s rhythm got rougher. His hips snapped forward again and again, the sound of it was dirty and filthy.

“Unghh yeah, Daddy,” Ralph choked out, eyes rolling back. “Give me that sweet cum of yours”

I couldn’t look away. Calvin’s grip in Ralph’s hair tightened, knuckles white, and then he yanked. Hard.

Ralph was pulled flush to the base. Nose pressed to Calvin’s sweaty pubes. No space. No air.

Calvin’s abs clenched. His body jerked once...twice...

Then he groaned from deep in his chest as he came. I saw it happen. Saw Ralph swallow fast, again and again, eyes fluttering as Calvin held him there, emptying every drop straight down his throat.

Ralph stayed down until the very last drop. I watched his throat work, swallowing everything Calvin gave him like it was routine. When Calvin finally let go of his hair, Ralph pulled off slow; mouth shiny, lips red, a string of spit and cum still connecting him to the tip.

He was breathless. But not done.

Calvin smirked, still catching his own breath, and raised his right hand; the one still glistening with my cum. He brought it to Ralph’s face like it was nothing.

And Ralph didn’t hesitate. He opened his mouth and licked it clean. Tongue flat. Eyes up. Like he was starving for more cum.

Calvin chuckled darkly. “Here’s how the groom’s brother’s cum tastes,” he said, voice low, almost teasing. “Be sure to thank him for the hospitality.”

I stood there, pants barely up, chest heaving, unsure if I’d just come once or twice. My mind was spinning.

I mean...what the fuck was this?

The best man just tongue-fucked the groom’s brother and face-fucked one of the groomsmen at the same time. All while there’s a whole wedding party waiting back outside the barn, counting on us to grab a few bottles of wine for their damn lunch.

I zipped up my pants, still dazed, staring at the mess in front of me.

And somehow, the day wasn’t even close to over.

It all started with random blowjob encounter at a laundromat from a local woman years ago. She inched closer to me and eyed me with a "fuck me" look. Her hands glided down my chest, waist, and then to my crotch. Granted, I froze, unsure as it was out of the ordinary. Her hands reached into my pants and the started stroking while we both were in a secluded aisle. She then blew me until I came into her mouth. She walked away later and I havent seen her since.

Forward to present, i got so horny just thinkjng about that random encounter that I answered a post on Craigslist to suck me off no question asked. The host was a burly tall man with a heavy bulge. Taller than me. He was consensual, but man he blew me good. Rubbed my chest, ass, and back while he went down on me on his bed. Granted, it was my first time with a man for anything intimate. A spark was lit that moment, and I asked him to strip down for me since I was getting hot and really heavy.

Boy I tell you, his cock was huuuuuumongous. Like 9+ inch, girth, and veiny. He said I was his type and his cock was bricked up when he saw me. His cock was like a rubber band and slapped my face when I took down his underwear. LoL. I had to look at the size for a moment in sheer disbelief, but my horniness made my mouth open. I asked him if I could suck his cock, since it wasnt the arrangement, and he gladly agreed. It was the hottest, safest, plumpist throbbing meat ive sucked on. I throated half way before i choked and had a lil jaw ache from being mouth stretched that wide (again lol). Somehow, in that moment of heat, i submitted to my underlying bottom desire and asked him to dirty talk me, slap my face with his cock, and for the first time.....kissed him with tongues. We frotted and our cocks were like mismatchs (lololol) but it was so intimate. I cummed but he didnt. He licked all of my cream from my leg. Said it was sweet (best compliment) I lost track of time, so I told him I wanted to try something.

He laid down on his bed while I dry grinded his fat cock with my ass. I could feel his cock throbbing faster, harder, and hotter on my bum. I didnt want to fuck since we didnt have condoms. At last, when he was about to cum, I hopped off and jerked him until he arched his back and shooted a geyser. Cum all on his belly, my hands, my face, but I kept jerking till he told me to stop. Something that encounter with him openee my cock floodgate.

Phew, sorry I had to air that. Heart and cock was racing writing this out. I still love women but I love cock even more.... ill continue more someother time. Thanks for reading, and leave a comment for any reason.

We’ve been boyfriends since we were sixteen, but he’s seven months older than me. That might not seem like a big difference but it was to us. He never let me forget that he was senior to me. At first it was just an inside joke, but over time the notion of him being superior to me took on more meaning. Over the years he became more and more dominant while at the same time I was getting more and more submissive. It probably helped that eventually, whenever we had sex I always imagined I was serving as his slave. Eventually he caught on and it lit off fireworks within him.

That was a few years ago. Now we’re juniors in college;  I’m still 19 and he’s closer to 20. Now our roles are firmly in place; I am his slave in every sense of the word. There’s a lot I could say about that and about how things managed to get to this point, but right now I just want to tell you about what happened recently. For several years now, a group of wealthy and quite kinky men had been arranging for submissive boys to be auctioned off at high stakes “slave markets” with the proceeds from the “sales” going to needy LGBT organizations in the area. 

We’ve always been too young to even attend the events, but this year they lowered the age to 19. Finally, we can go and enjoy the festivities. Or at least I thought that was going to happen. The day the auction would take place, he had me sitting naked on the floor before him, my collar around my neck as usual, my head lowered. This is my usual position he’d put me in when he wanted to “instruct his slave.” He’d speak, I’d listen. It was always a time when he’d be training me to be more like the slave he wanted me to be–and I have to admit that he’s brilliant about this.

So this is what he said to me: “I know you’ve been thinking that this is the first time we could attend the auction as a couple, but that’s not what’s going to happen. I’ve been in touch with the men organizing things and they’ve encouraged me to put you up for sale. So you’re going to be auctioned off with the group of other subs and slaves. They’re happy about this because most of the boys for sale are only subs into various kinks. You’ll be one of only two slaves on the auction block. I’ll be there presenting you and letting perspective buyers know that you’re open to being “trained” by the person who buys you. I should probably should say the one who “rents” you out for 2 nights of service.”

Holy shit! Sure, in the past he’s sometimes given me to people he knows, but only for a couple hours and it was usually just blow jobs or anal. He’s never let anyone else ever slap me or discipline me but he always tells them that if they’re not pleased with my service, he’ll see to it that I’m punished. 
He knows damn well that I’d quickly be lost in the masochistic pleasure from being humiliated this way. I know it will be safe because he’ll set some limits, but I have no idea what those limits may be or what he’ll allow the temporary Master to do to me. Wow. This is going to take some mind control of my part. “Slave, slave, slave,” I kept thinking to myself, “put to market.” But he still had more to say about how all this would be happening. 

“Of course, you have to be assessed. There’s a whole process for it. You’ll be turned over to the man who will inspect you and give you a rating. High ratings bring in a lot more money; don’t forget that the Doms doing the bidding are quite wealthy and are also quite talented in breaking in sometimes reluctant slaveboys. Don’t worry, I’m insisting that they couldn’t do anything with you that I’ve never already done to you. That’s where the limit will be.”

And fuck me, but that’s an awfully high limit. I’m a little surprised that he is allowing corporal punishment because it’s still all so new . . . I wish I could ask, but that’s how real this is to us. I’m not allowed to ask when he’s speaking to me this way. We worked that out a long time ago because I had a habit of asking too many questions and interrupting him when he was trying to lecture me. This is the most extreme thing he’s ever tried with me and to be honest. I must amid that he’s shocking the hell out of me.

“Don’t worry. Trust me and trust them. These events are so successful because in all the years they’ve been doing this, there’s never been any serious problem. And the Doms know that if they take things too far that they’ll be permanently barred from ever attending again. They’re excellent at managing these things. I’ve seen clips of auctions and also of Master/slave activities. They require a profile with any necessary information. Apparently there’s a premium on a boy who can be used as a urinal, but you don’t have to worry about that yet. Trust me to make my wishes clear. My wishes, Dominic, not yours.”

I bow my head lower because it helps me find what I need within me to surrender to his will about this. I have no choice, not if we’re going to take all this seriously. We’ve both agreed that’s what we want. I agreed to it all. That includes his right to do this to me, even to put me out at auction. Holy shit. I’m overwhelmed with so many emotions. Excitement, fear, humiliation, lack of control, total enslavement–I wonder if he’ll use those words. I think it might be dangerous, that it might make the Dom feel that there’s no limit to what he can get from or do to me. 

But he’s not finished. “It’s 10:15 right now. At 10:30 you’ll be taken to begin the assessment process. I’m just warning you that if I get any complaints the quality of your life is going to suffer so don’t you dare embarrass me. Since it’s my first time offering a slave, I’m being evaluated as a Dom. A major part of the evaluation is based on your behavior. I’m sure it would break your heart if I were not accepted because of the way you act for the Master who rents you.”

And with that he makes me turn around and face the front door. Then he leaves me there like that. I’m trembling and there’s a tear in my eye. Of course, that’s a good sign. It shows this is getting to me the way it’s meant to. Total slave. He just proved that to me by the way he’s doing all this.

The door opens. Two men dressed all in white come and pick me up off the floor. For once I”m up on my feet. They load me into a van. Eventually I’m being shaved everywhere, just keeping a trimmed pubic area. I’m told I’m being left that way because some Doms enjoy shaving a boy’s privates. Makes sense. I’m allowed to keep the hair on my head. I didn’t think he would want me shaved bald. He likes my hair, playing with it, pulling it sometimes to move me where he wants me. I wonder if that affects my value on the open market? Shit! I’m thinking of myself as a product. How appropriate.

I shower using a special soap they gave me. They told me to make lots of suds so the scent gets “baked into me.” Sounds weird. And then I find out the shampoo is exactly the same scent. Hmmmm. I wonder why that is. It’s a nice scent, don’t get me wrong. Totally masculine. Wow. What that scent must do for the Dom. After all that’s why this was happening.

Finely I’m showered and dried, then collared with one of their collars, not the one I usually have around my neck. I have to tell you that getting my dick dried by an attendant the way it was really drove home what he’s always telling me, that they own my dick and for some reason have decided to let it hang free and not get caged. Shit, that made me feel even more naked, that the size and shape of my dick is one of the things they will enjoy seeing. Besides that, he hasn’t let me cum for two weeks already. I just hope that whoever it is doesn’t think my dick is too small. 

Finally I’m ready. I’m led to another open door. The room inside is dimly lit with a thick carpet, which made me glad because I’ll be on my knees most of the time, I guess. “Okay, Dominic, The man who’s going to inspect you is sitting in that room. Get down on the floor and crawl to him. Keep your head lowered. Do not look at him until he decides to let you. All you should see is the carpet.”

Holy shit! It’s not a large room, but I guess it doesn’t matter, considering what he’s going to do to me. I crawl in, trying to calm my breath. When I get to him. He takes his hand and puts it beneath my chin, then raises my chin so he can look at my face. He’s handsome but older than my father yet well built and with gentle hands, or so I hope. His eyes pierce mine for a while then he moves on and inspects the rest of my face. He has the lights turned up so he can get a good look at me. He caresses my face and moves his hand down the center of my chest and moves to my left nipple and puts his fingers on my nipple and rolls it a bit between his fingers which causes me to make a heavy inhalation. That makes him smile. “Yes. Men will enjoy those,” he says but I’m not sure if he’s speaking to me or just speaking to himself. 

Sooner or later both his hands explore my groin and he’s particularly interested in my dick. “Hmmm. Maybe this should be locked away. No. not good. Let them see it and then decide what to do with it. Some might actually get off on what this dick looks like.” I’m blushing like crazey and it makes him chuckle. “Blushing. Adorable.” 

He has me face away from him. He’s rough with my back, even checking out my spine. He makes me bend over and show him my hole. Much to my surprise he never touches it. I’m actually surprised. Damn, he never even checks to find out how tight I am. The weirdest thing about the whole ordeal was the way he inspected my toes with both hands. I started getting the idea that maybe this “assessment” is bogus and it’s just the way this guy gets off. He keeps stopping before things get too invasive. Damn, even when he was playing with my face and his fingers were at my lips, I figured he’d force my mouth open and stick at least one finger in my mouth, but now. He was only interested in my lips.

Finally he picks up his phone and makes a call. “I’m finished with this one. I won’t be keeping him for myself. Let the others have a crack at him. Come collect him.”

A door on the other side of the room opens. There they are again, the white-clad attendants. Once again they lift me off the floor and “escort” me to another room. It’s about the same size as the room I was in, no furniture. Eight other boys are there already. They seem to be very affectionate with each other; I guess some of them have been through this before. I’d like to question them but there are lit signs with the word “silence” so we can’t get any info from one another. A couple of the guys check out my dick and make it get hard. I’m the only one here who isn’t caged up. Wow. I wonder why. 

Then I realize something. No one, absolutely no one is the least bit interested in showing us a good time. I mean, with the right approach, they could make this into something that would blow our minds, but no. They simply don’t seem to care. They’re the ones who will get off, not us. The purpose of this whole thing is to raise a lot of money, not to educate or motivate the boys they’re bidding on. Our pleasure doesn't matter. It’s really humiliating because it’s not that way it is between the two of us. He makes sure I’m in the right space. That’s why I’m so devoted to him, so devoted, in fact, that I haven’t raised a single objection to being treated this way. 

Finally I had to make the guys leave my dick alone. I was about to cum and I’m sure that would have gotten me into a lot of trouble. I realize that the fact that I’m desperate to cum might be a selling point. I wonder if the man who buys me will eventually let me cum while he’s watching. I could hope so, but after all, who knows?

14 of us in all are put in another van and driven to the club where the auction is taking place. I notice that we don’t all smell the same. There are several scents. Even that is a factor.
We’re taken from the van one at a time. They check my collar to make sure it’s snug enough but not too tight. My y wrists get chained behind my back. Someone taps my balls a few times and chuckles when he gets me to grunt, so then he does it a lot more until someone comes over and makes him stop.

Someone attaches a leash to my collar. He leads me through the darkened club to a stage set up with fourteen separate little “showrooms,” each private from the others. They put me where they want me and bind my foot with a long and fancy rope. It’s only symbolic, I guess, because I can probably go anywhere I want in this box they have me in. Wow.

We fill in quickly. Someone comes over to me. “Take the same position you take when your Master is speaking to you.” Fuck. This is the most humbling position I ever have to take. It’s in this position that he reminds me that he owns me completely and that he wants me to learn to become a better slave. Total submission. And that’s how I’m going to be viewed by all the men who come to this event? Wow. There are over 100 Doms attending. Shit, I wonder if a boy ever passes out from all this because I feel like I”m close to doing it myself. But then I found that the hardest part of it all was waiting for it to get started. 

And then, finally, it begins . . . 

TWO

Men file past but my head and eyes are lowered so I can’t see them until someone raises my head and then orders me to keep it up like that. I’m struck by the way they carry themselves and I wonder if this is what it was like back in the slave markets before the Civil War. They’re all self-confident and don’t hesitate to give commands to the boys they observe. “show me your shaved armpits” . . . That’s awkward because my wrists are chained behind my back. The man observing me chuckles to see me struggle. . . . .“open your mouth and stick out your tongue” . . . I have to stay that way until someone else makes me close it again. “kneel up straight” . . . “bow your head to the ground” . . . I almost fall over . . . . “turn around and show me your hole . . . “ He is standing by to answer any questions, and several men speak with him quietly so I can’t hear what they’re talking about. I’m pretty sure I hear the word “piss” but he told me they can’t do anything with me that he doesn’t do himself, so I’m not worried about that; he hasn’t crossed that barrier with me, not yet, anyway. . . . . 

I notice that no one has touched me. Eventually I realize that’s a restriction until the entire affair gets to the point where only a couple men have decided to bid on me and now they can touch me all they want. Now there’s plenty of touching, especially my nipples and balls. I heard one man use the word “cage” and I’m not surprised. Like I said, I was the only boy who wasn’t caged yet. Actually I hope someone will because dammit, I’m so close to shooting a load from the way they’re handling me. But then finally it happens: someone milks me with one hand while torturing my nipples with the other. I can’t help but scream out in delicious agony  and humiliation as three men stand there watching me shoot out a copious load. Much to my surprise, they don’t make me eat any of it the way he always does when he allows me an orgasm. I’m relieved. Even though I’ve had to swallow cum when I blow a guy, I still find it really disgusting to have to eat my own. I don’t understand why. That’s just the way it is.

My mind wanders until I hear one of them mention the word “strap.” I hope he’ll set a strong limit to that. “Crying, not sobbing,” I heard him tell them so I’m relieved. I know, however, that I don’t dare fake anything trying to get it over with. He never puts up with that and I’m damn sure that none of these well-seasoned Doms will put up with it themselves. Wow. This is about as real as it could ever get.

Finally, things quiet down. It’s only then I realize this is a silent auction. Interested buyers place written bids for us and one by one, we’re led off with the Doms who bid the highest. I’m one of the last ones to be taken and by then I’m frantic, wondering why it’s not over. Later I found out that the bidding for me was especially high for a number of reasons, and especially since I’d just been drained and therefore it’s even more odious for me to be made to serve as if I’m actually turned on by the entire thing–at the moment all I want to do is curl up and go asleep, but he’s done this to me so many times that I’ve gotten good at pushing myself through my reluctance. Needless to say, it’s probably the one thing I hate the most about being his slave, the way he does this to me to show me that even though I hate this I cannot escape it because this is just how much control he has over me. 

I’m back in the submissive position when I see a pair of black jeans in tall boots and feel a smooth hand on my face. “Look at me, boy.” I look up into the most intense blue eyes I have seen and they bore into my very brain. “What a sweet boy,” he says to me and then puts his finger in my mouth. Right away I suck it. “Blow it,” he commands. I treat it like a thin cock. He takes it out of my mouth and dries it in my hair. “Yeah, young slave. YOu’re only a couple years younger than me but that doesn’t matter: I’m the man, you’re a boy and will always be a boy. Shit, I can see you serving my guests at a cocktail party naked and shaved bare while they make me offers for some of your time. Or maybe I’ll just have them watch me whip you before I send you off with one of them. Would you like that, baby, would you?” He’s caressing my face with one hand and lightly toying with my nipples with the other, careful not to hurt them any more than they’re already been hurt. At least I can be grateful for that.

He slaps my face. Hard. “Get back down into the space, boy, the space where your Master likes you best. He’s told me all about you, boy. What he didn’t tell me, however, is about these beautiful eyes of yours . . . how they’re made for tears. Did you know that, slaveboy, that you’re the most beautiful when a Master makes you cry? I’m really looking forward to seeing you that way and once I’ve broken you I’ll take you to my bed and make sweet sweet love to you for the rest of the night. You see, boy, I have this weakness: very quickly I come to cherish the boys I’m training. And, I promise you, boy, you’re gonna fucking fall in love with me and want to do anything at all to make me realize that I’ve stolen your heart. Even though you know I’ll be taking my strap to you every single night. Let me go put in my bid. Let me assure you, I’ll make sure you earn every thousand dollars I bid on your ass.”

Fuck me. I’m hard. He reaches down and runs a finger up the bottom side of my dick but then slaps it several times and he almost does manage to get tears in my eyes already. But I resist. I’m not going to let him conquer me so easily. But I’m scared: he wasn’t just pretending. He really means what he’s saying. I’m torn down the middle. Part of me is almost begging him to claim me for himself, while another part of me is terrified of what will happen to me if he does. This young Dom, only recently out of college, is awakening dark desires within me. He’s so goddamn beautiful in a savage way. He puts his lips mine and quickly floods my mouth with his saliva and I suck for all I’m worth. “That’s not all you’re gonna drink from me, little faggot.”

And he turns away leaving me in such a state that I can’t figure out where I am or what is going to happen next. After an interminable wait, one by one, the boys on the block are claimed by the men who won the bid for them. Some walk after their new Masters, some are forced to crawl. One is carried away by two of those damn men in white, still not knowing whom he will end up serving.

I think I’m the last. The young Master comes and claims me for himself. He has me stand, attaches a leash, and brings me through the back of the club and into a suite of rooms that are obviously well-equipped for BDSM scenes, bondage, punishment, and other things I don’t even want to think about. Another man is there waiting for us. “Shave the slave and cage his dick. Bind him over the spanking stool. Then you can leave. I’ll introduce him to my strap so I see the tears in his pretty eyes before he kisses my boots to show me how grateful he is for my taking the trouble to train him.”

He goes and sits on a couch. I must say that this young Master has a way with words. His friend brings me into the bathroom and hangs me up from the shower curtain so he can get my armpits. Feels so weird. And then my chest, the hairs around my nipples and the little bit of hair on my chest, then the treasure trail. He takes an electric razor and cut back my pubic bush before he takes a blade to me and shaves me as bare as I was when I was born. I feel like he’s stripping pride from me. Right away I wonder what my real Master will think when he sees me like this. I wonder if he’ll decide to keep me this way all the time. I don’t think I’d mind. For some reason it feels really sexy already. Damn, he even shaves my taint and my asshole. Didn’t know I had hairs back there. Never looked at my own before.

He brings me back inside and when the Master looks at me he seems very pleased. “Almost perfect,” he says. “Let’s complete the picture.” He hands something to his buddy. The next thing I  know he’s fooling around with my cock and trying to squeeze it into some kind of cage. Fuck, that’s tight! After a couple clicks he stands back to take a look. The Master gets up from the couch and comes over to check. He jostles it and pulls on it then pulls my balls down, not caring about hurting me and ignoring my grunts. “Let us watch you walk around the room getting used to having yourself caged. You’ll be caged most of the time from now on.” It is awkward at first but after a couple revolutions I don’t feel as weird. It’s just that there’s this weight handing down where my dick used to flop.

The Master turns to his friend. “This is excellent. Thanks so much, Ben. I’ll soon return the favor.” Ben chuckles and waves his hand over his head as he leaves the suite.
“Down!” He orders. His voice lets me know that he’s not going to waste time using his words on me. I fall to my knees. He comes over and stands a couple feet away from me. “Kiss my boots!” I have to get on all fours and then use my arms to hold myself up as I lower my face to his boots and kiss each one of them. “Lick!” My first actual taste of leather and it’s a bit intoxicating, but I’m not sure if it’s because of the leather or because he just humiliated the shit out of me and I just took it. Fuck me. I’m meant to be this way!

Finally, he pushes my face away. “Follow!” He turns to another door and when he opens it there is a stone staircase leading down into what I guess is a basement. He stops there and speaks more words to me than he’s said so far: “Turn around. Walk down backwards.” Shit. Like I said, it’s a stone staircase and I do a number on my knees trying to make my way down into what turns out to be a basement set up as a dungeon.

This is no nonsense. It’s a cement floor and the walls are stone. Recessed lighting keeps things pretty dim but manageable. It’s hard to make out what’s in the room. At one point he slaps my face !!!!! “eyes down.” Then, much to my surprise, “Stand!” My feet feel strange on the concrete. It’s gritty. I’m caught looking around again. This time he speaks in a regular tone of voice. “I was planning on giving you six lashes, but since you can’t seem to keep your eyes down the way I told you, I’m increasing it to eight. If you’d like to increase that to a full dozen, keep looking around. Otherwise, keep those fucking eyes staring at the ground.” I start to apologize but he slaps me. “Silence! The only thing I want to hear coming out of your mouth are the sounds you make while I’m whipping you.”

Whipping. Damn, that word hits powerfully. How many times have I ever jerked off conjuring up scenes of boys like me being beaten by their trainers, uncles, or Masters? And now. I’m going to get whipped. I start to tremble but he moves fast. The next thing I know I’m bent over a sort of small table, my wrists are bound to the legs of the table and my shins are also strapped to the front legs holding my legs far apart. He makes a couple adjustments and I realize he’s fixing it so my ass is at the perfect angle. I comes to stand by my head. “Look at this,” he commands. I raise my arms and he shows me the strap he’s going to use on me. It’s about two feet long and very thick. All leather. “Kiss it!” He lowers it to my mouth and when I hesitate, he says “nine lashes.” I kiss it quickly and tears come to my eyes. He hasn’t even started and already I’m about to cry and beg him to have mercy on me. Mercy. That’s the word that comes to mind. Shit. He’s actually going to have me begging him for mercy, begging him to give me fewer lashes.

And then . . . he leaves me there. He goes to the door. The lights are turned all the way down but them there’s a light shining behind me, and I’m not stupid: I realize the light is illuminating my ass. Red light. Before long I’ll be hating that color.

---more to come---

So I've been down low for years. My girlfriend knew nothing of my gay adventures in my past, or gay adventures now. Every now and then id use her dildos to fuck my own ass. Sometimes sneak off to suck some cock. Its not like I don't love her, I do. Its just im young and bi sexual and horny. We love to club together and sometimes we go to a gay bar because they have cheaper drinks. But today I decided fuck it, im go to the gay bar, just for a few drinks. Its been years since I took real cock, but my ass was always prepped just in case I felt horny id use her 7 inch dildo in the shower. So I decided id go catch a buzz and fuck myself to sleep.

I sometimes wore her panties, it made me feel sexy and naughty, it was a turn on I guess a kink you could say. I figured id go comfortable. I put on her black lace thong I popped in my favorite medium size buttplug slid some sweats on with a white tee and some old converse. I got to the bar it wasnt to packed, it hardly ever was. I got myself a long Island and a bucket of beer. I hit the pool table. Im 5"4 with short black hair just above my shoulders, im 180 I got good curves and juicy ass I kept after loosing some weight. Ima short slim thick build kinda proud but sucks I cant show it because im still on the down low.

I finish half my bucket and my long Island, got a good buzz. A handsome tall blonde muscler man walked over and ask if we could get a pool game. Not thinking of any type of intentions I said ya. We played about 2 games and I noticed he was getting closer. As our buzz got bigger the space between us got smaller. He kept buying drinks for us and being the cheap skate im not turning no free drink down. Every time I shot I noticed he kept getting behind me. Not thinking anything crazy just thinking why he keep getting behind me. I didnt think he was gay and I felt like I wasnt giving off gay vibes. We start our 3rd game and thats when he made his move. I was racking the balls when he hugged me from behind putting his hands on mine moving with my hands as I racked up the balls. I was too buzzed to react defensively I just laughed nervously asking "umm what are you doing". He smiled "just helping".

I felt his stiffy through his pants pushing against my back, I couldnt belive it, was he really hard right now. I looked down and realized my sweats were loose and riding low below my waist exposing my panties, not too low just enough to see the line and you can tell its obviously women's panties. I turned red, instantly getting nervous I turned my body around. He's taller so I looked up to him, maybe he thought it was a signal because he immediately leaned forward giving me a passionate kiss. I was pressed against the pool table so I had nowhere to go. Its not like i fought it, I admit I kissed him back. We stayed that was maybe a few minutes. Kissing roughly, lip locking and tongue wrestling. I finally broke off thinking to myself what am I doing. I said "excuse me ima go restroom". I walked away got to the bathroom and rinsed my face trying to sober up. I go to the urinal pulling my sweats down just a bit sliding my panties to the side to pee. Before the stream ends I hear the door open and footsteps approach. He gets behind, moves closer hugging me once again from the back. This time kissing my neck as I peed. He looked down "god that little cock is so hot pissing". My dick was only 5 inches and maybe 2 inches soft. "I got it baby" he grabs my cock gives it shake to get the dropps of pee out. I turn around hot and now horny as fuck i leaned up to give him a passionately aggressive kiss. "Lemme clean you" he moaned into my mouth. I got down on his knees, leaned down took tiny cock into his mouth cleaning whatver kiss was on it. He started to suck my cock till it was the full small 5 inches. "Your precum taste so good baby" he said looking straight into my eyes. "Go wash your hands". I did as I was told my small cock still out. Still in his knees he pulled my sweats all the way down exposing my panties. He pulled them down exposing my juicy white ass.

"God this ass perfect". He spread my cheeks gasping. "Look you wore a plug, you wanted to get fucked tonight. Came all ready for daddy". He pulled my plug out slowly dropping it to the floor before diving face first into my ass. Kissing my pink freshly shaved asshole. Hands pressed against the mirror I stood there moaning in complete pleasure. He took his tongue out of my ass stood up unbuttoned his pants. All I can think was, was this really about to happen. Was i really gonna take cock for the first time in years. The thought turned me on, all I thought to do was arch over spread my legs and accept my fate. As much i disagreed with what was about to happen, I knew this is what I wanted. The last button was popped and a 8 inch white cock flew out. A small dirty blonde bush and giant swinging balls. My asshole twitched, it wanted it. All I thought was thats a cock, a man's cock, a real mans cock. Not whatever I had. Thas a real cock I needed it desperately.

I took a ball of spit rubbed the giant head of his cock and slapped it on my asshole. "God yes, you ready baby". I nodded "yes daddy fuck me, please". He gave me a passionate kiss as he slid into my asshole. Holding me at my curvy hips he slid inside until his whole cock was inside me. My mouth opened wide as moaned in complete pleasure and bliss. He slid in and out of me kissing me softly. His hands slid up my shirt squeezing my tits that weren't there. He then pulled my nipples and he gave me long strokes. Then he pushed my face against the mirror giving me a good slutty fuck. "You like that baby, you like daddies cock". I moaned out "yes daddy". I picked up 1 leg putting it on the sink for deeper better positioning. My tiny usless cock flapped in the wind leaking precum all over the sink. He spanked my ass letting me know he now owned me. This asshole was his to punish however he sees fit. He continued to fuck me as my legs shook and a long rope of cum shot from my tiny limp cock. I felt like i couldn't breathe. The pleasure was too incredible. "Thats a good slut, cum for daddy". He turned me around picked me up with ease sitting me on the sink. Lifting me legs he shoves his massive cock back in.

I I couldn't take it. I was about to cum again. My legs began to tremble as a little bit of pee squirted out. "Oh you are squirter baby, squirt for me". Then from his cock and words I started gushing pee mixed with thick ropes of cum. I came for a second time, this time all over his stomach and all over mine. He rubbed the cum all over my chest. The sight must've turned him on because he moaned out "daddy's cumming, where's my baby want it?". I looked into his eyes, "inside me baby, nut in me, im daddy's cumdump". He started to twitch as i felt his breathe get heavy and hot ropes of cum filled me up. We both stumbled back breathing heavy. He gave ne 1 last kiss as he slid his pants. I pulled my panties up catching all the cum dripping out of my stretched asshole. He said we should walk out separately I agreed. No need to get in trouble. I gave him a few minutes before I walked out next. And to my surprise he was already gone. I went home to my girlfriend showered and laid down for bed. I slept good knowing I just satisfied a real alpha cock and I was someone's slut for the night.