Yaoi, Bara & Other Gay Shit

[daddiesland-deactivated20200721]

[seaninfl]

In the quiet, unassuming town of Meadowgrove, nestled between the rolling hills and the whispering woods, lived a man named Theodore “Teddy” Barnes. Teddy was a burly, bear of a man, with a thick beard as dark as the night sky and a laugh that could shake the rafters. He was a man’s man, a logger by trade, and a lover of the simple life. His son, Oliver “Ollie” Barnes, was a stark contrast to his father. Where Teddy was broad and rugged, Ollie was slim and refined. He had his father’s dark hair, but it was always neatly combed, and his eyes were a soft, warm brown, like melted chocolate. Ollie was a writer, a dreamer, and a romantic at heart.

One crisp autumn evening, as the leaves danced in the cool breeze and the first hints of winter began to nip at their heels, Teddy and Ollie found themselves alone in the old farmhouse they called home. The fire crackled in the hearth, casting long, dancing shadows on the worn wooden floors. Teddy, settled in his favorite armchair, was lost in thought, his eyes reflecting the firelight. Ollie, curled up on the couch with a book, looked up from his pages and caught his father’s gaze.

“Penny for your thoughts, Dad?” Ollie asked, a soft smile playing on his lips.

Teddy chuckled, a deep rumble in his chest. “Just thinking about when you were a little tyke, running around here, driving your old man crazy with your endless energy.”

Ollie laughed, closing his book and setting it aside. “I was a handful, wasn’t I?”

“You still are,” Teddy teased, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “But you’re my handful, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

The room fell silent for a moment, the only sound the popping of the fire. Then, Ollie spoke, his voice barely above a whisper. “Dad, can I ask you something?”

Teddy nodded, his expression serious. “Of course, son. Anything.”

Ollie took a deep breath, his heart pounding in his chest. “Have you ever… have you ever thought about… us? Like, together?”

Teddy’s eyes widened, surprise etched on his face. “Ollie, I… I don’t know what to say.”

Ollie looked down at his hands, twisting them in his lap. “I’ve thought about it, Dad. A lot. I’ve thought about how strong you are, how safe I feel when you’re near me. I’ve thought about how your beard feels against my skin, how your hands could hold me, could… could touch me.”

Teddy was silent for a moment, his eyes never leaving Ollie’s face. Then, he stood, crossing the room to stand in front of Ollie. He reached out, cupping Ollie’s chin in his large, calloused hand. “Ollie, I never wanted to make you uncomfortable. I never wanted you to feel like you couldn’t talk to me, about anything. But… but I’ve thought about it too, son. I’ve thought about how soft your skin is, how your eyes light up when you laugh. I’ve thought about how you make me feel alive, just by being you.”

Ollie’s breath hitched, his eyes meeting Teddy’s. “Really?”

Teddy nodded, his thumb brushing against Ollie’s cheek. “Really. But we have to be sure, Ollie. We have to be sure this is what we both want.”

Ollie reached up, covering Teddy’s hand with his own. “I’m sure, Dad. I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”

Teddy leaned down, pressing his lips softly against Ollie’s. It was a gentle kiss, a question more than a statement, and Ollie answered it by leaning into the kiss, his hands reaching up to tangle in Teddy’s beard. Teddy’s arms wrapped around Ollie, pulling him close, deepening the kiss. Ollie moaned, his body pressing against Teddy’s, feeling the hardness growing in his father’s jeans.

“Fuck, Ollie,” Teddy groaned, pulling away from the kiss. “You feel so good. I’ve dreamed of this, of you, for so long.”

Ollie’s hands moved to Teddy’s belt, unbuckling it with shaking hands. “I want you, Dad. I want to feel you, all of you.”

Teddy helped Ollie undress him, his hands trembling as he revealed his son’s slim, pale body. He ran his hands over Ollie’s skin, feeling the softness, the warmth. He leaned down, capturing one of Ollie’s nipples in his mouth, sucking and teasing it until Ollie was writhing beneath him.

“Oh, fuck, Dad,” Ollie moaned, his hands tangling in Teddy’s hair. “That feels so good.”

Teddy moved to Ollie’s other nipple, giving it the same attention before moving down Ollie’s body, his tongue tracing a path to Ollie’s cock. He looked up at Ollie, his eyes filled with desire. “Can I, Ollie? Can I taste you?”

Ollie nodded, his breath coming in short gasps. “Yes, Dad. Please.”

Teddy took Ollie’s cock into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the head, tasting the precum that had already begun to leak out. He took Ollie’s length into his mouth, his hand working the base, his other hand cupping Ollie’s balls. Ollie moaned, his hips bucking, fucking Teddy’s mouth.

“Fuck, Dad,” Ollie panted. “I’m gonna come if you keep doing that.”

Teddy pulled back, a wicked grin on his face. “That’s the plan, son. I want to taste you, want to feel you come in my mouth.”

He redoubled his efforts, his mouth and hand working in tandem, bringing Ollie to the brink of orgasm. Ollie’s moans filled the room, his body tensing as he came, his cock pulsing in Teddy’s mouth. Teddy swallowed every drop, his eyes never leaving Ollie’s face.

When Ollie had caught his breath, he reached for Teddy, pulling him up to lie beside him on the couch. “My turn, Dad,” he said, his voice husky with desire. “I want to taste you too.”

Teddy groaned, his cock throbbing at the thought of Ollie’s mouth on him. “Fuck, son. You’re gonna be the death of me.”

Ollie laughed, his hand already working Teddy’s cock, his mouth following suit. He took Teddy’s length into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the head, his hand working the base. Teddy moaned, his hips bucking, fucking Ollie’s mouth.

“Fuck, Ollie,” Teddy panted. “You feel so good. I’m not gonna last, son. I’m gonna come.”

Ollie pulled back, his hand still working Teddy’s cock. “Come for me, Dad. I want to taste you, want to swallow every drop.”

Teddy came with a groan, his cock pulsing in Ollie’s hand, his cum shooting onto Ollie’s tongue. Ollie swallowed, his eyes never leaving Teddy’s face.

They lay there for a moment, their bodies entwined, their hearts beating in sync. Then, Teddy spoke, his voice soft. “Ollie, I… I love you, son. I always have, and I always will.”

Ollie smiled, his hand reaching up to cup Teddy’s cheek. “I love you too, Dad. Always.”

They made their way to the bedroom, their bodies still entwined, their lips locked in a passionate kiss. They fell onto the bed, their hands exploring each other’s bodies, their moans filling the room.

“I want you inside me, Dad,” Ollie panted, his body writhing beneath Teddy’s. “I want to feel you, all of you.”

Teddy reached into the bedside table, pulling out a bottle of lube. He coated his fingers, looking up at Ollie, his eyes filled with desire. “Are you sure, son? We can take this slow, we don’t have to rush.”

Ollie nodded, his eyes never leaving Teddy’s. “I’m sure, Dad. I want this, I want you.”

Teddy leaned down, capturing Ollie’s mouth in a passionate kiss as he slipped a finger into Ollie’s ass. Ollie moaned, his body tensing for a moment before relaxing, his hips moving to meet Teddy’s finger.

“Fuck, Dad,” Ollie panted. “That feels so good.”

Teddy added another finger, scissoring them, stretching Ollie’s ass. He looked up at Ollie, his eyes filled with desire. “You’re so tight, son. I can’t wait to feel you around my cock.”

Ollie moaned, his body tensing as Teddy hit his prostate. “Fuck, Dad. I’m ready, I’m so ready.”

Teddy coated his cock with lube, positioning himself at Ollie’s entrance. He looked up at Ollie, his eyes filled with love and desire. “I love you, Ollie. I’m gonna make love to you now.”

Ollie nodded, his eyes filled with tears of happiness. “I love you too, Dad. Make love to me.”

Teddy entered Ollie slowly, his eyes never leaving Ollie’s face. Ollie moaned, his body tensing for a moment before relaxing, his hips moving to meet Teddy’s.

“Fuck, Dad,” Ollie panted. “You feel so good. So big, so hard.”

Teddy began to move, his hips thrusting in a slow, steady rhythm. He leaned down, capturing Ollie’s mouth in a passionate kiss, his tongue mimicking the movements of his hips.

“Oh, fuck, Dad,” Ollie moaned, his body writhing beneath Teddy’s. “That feels so good. So fucking good.”

Teddy increased his pace, his hips thrusting harder, faster. He reached between them, his hand wrapping around Ollie’s cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts.

“Come for me, Ollie,” Teddy panted. “Come with me, son.”

Ollie’s body tensed, his cock pulsing in Teddy’s hand as he came, his ass clenching around Teddy’s cock. Teddy came with a groan, his cock pulsing in Ollie’s ass, his cum filling Ollie’s ass.

They lay there for a moment, their bodies entwined, their hearts beating in sync. Then, Teddy spoke, his voice soft. “Ollie, I… I never knew it could be like this. I never knew I could feel this way.”

Ollie smiled, his hand reaching up to cup Teddy’s cheek. “I love you, Dad. Always.”

They fell asleep like that, their bodies entwined, their hearts beating as one.q

[eroshaven]

[seaninfl]

For years, I've shared a bed with my father. This morning was no different. As the sunlight crept through the curtains, I felt his strong, warm body against mine. I could feel his heartbeat against my chest, and I could sense his arousal growing as mine did too.

It was a typical morning for us, but this time, something felt different. Our eyes met, and I could see the lust and desire in his deep blue eyes. Without any words, we both knew what was going to happen next.

My father leaned in and softly pressed his lips against mine. The kiss was slow and passionate, filled with a mixture of love and desire. As our tongues intertwined, I could feel his hard cock pressing against my thigh.

"I want you so badly," he whispered in my ear, his breath hot against my skin. "I need to feel your tight ass wrapped around my cock."

I bit my lip in anticipation. "Yes, Daddy. Take me."

He flipped me onto my stomach, my face buried in the pillow. His hands roamed my body, touching and squeezing every inch of my skin. I could feel his rough hands against my ass cheeks, spreading them apart.

"You're such a good boy for Daddy, aren't you?" he growled, his voice low and filled with lust.

"Yes, Daddy," I moaned into the pillow. "I'm your good boy."

Dad leaned down and ran his tongue along the curve of my ass, making me squirm with pleasure. He then teased my hole with the tip of his tongue, causing me to shiver with desire.

"You want this cock, don't you?" he asked, sliding two fingers into my tight hole.

"Yes, Daddy," I moaned, pushing back against his fingers. "I need your cock inside me."

He chuckled darkly. "Well, if my little slut needs his daddy's cock, then I'll give it to him."

Dad positioned his hard cock at the entrance of my hole, slowly pushing inside me. I let out a loud moan as I felt him fill me up.

"Fuck, you're so tight," he groaned, his hands gripping my hips tightly.

He began to fuck me with long, deep strokes, each one causing me to cry out with pleasure. As he pounded into me, he continued to whisper filthy words into my ear.

"You're such a good little whore for Daddy, aren't you?" he growled, his voice dripping with lust.

"Yes, Daddy," I moaned, my voice barely a whisper. "I'm your little whore."

Dad reached around and began to stroke my hard cock in time with his thrusts. The feeling of his cock pounding into my ass combined with the sensation of his hand tugging at my dick sent me over the edge.

"I'm gonna cum, Daddy," I cried out, my voice filled with pleasure.

"Cum for me, baby," he growled, his thrusts becoming faster and harder. "Cum all over Daddy's cock."

I let out a loud moan as I felt my orgasm wash over me. Dad continued to fuck me hard and fast, not stopping until he too reached the point of no return.

"Fuck, baby," he groaned, his cock throbbing inside me as he released his load deep within my ass. "You're such a good little slut for Daddy."

He collapsed on top of me, his breath hot against my neck. We lay there together, our bodies slick with sweat as we both tried to catch our breaths.

"I love you, Daddy," I whispered, my voice filled with emotion.

"I love you too, baby," he replied, kissing the back of my neck gently. "I always will."

As we lay there together, I couldn't help but think about how much our relationship had changed over the years. From father and son to lovers, we had found a new way to express our love for one another. And as we held each other tightly, I knew that no matter what, we would always be there for each other, through thick and thin.

[dmmuffnman]

[seaninfl]

In the quiet, sun-dappled living room, I found Uncle Max already awake, his naked body sprawled on the couch. His cock, long and flavor between his legs. I'd seen it countless times, but it never failed to stir something within me. Today was no different.

"Morning, Uncle Max," I greeted, my voice barely above a whisper. I knelt between his legs, my eyes fixed on his cock. He looked at me, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Eager this morning, aren't you, nephew?" he teased, his hand stroking his cock to full attention. I bit my lip, nodding. "Words, Jamie. I want to hear you say it."

"I want to suck your cock, Uncle Max," I confessed, my voice steady despite the heat rising in my cheeks. He chuckled, guiding his cock to my lips.

"Then do it, Jamie. Show me how much you want it."

I took him into my mouth, my tongue swirling around his head. He groaned, his fingers tangling in my hair. "Fuck, yes. Just like that."

I worked him, taking him deeper each time, my hands cupping his balls. He thrust into my mouth, his grip on my hair tightening. "You're such a good little cocksucker, Jamie. Look at you, taking my cock like a champ."

I moaned around him, the vibrations making him groan louder. He pulled me off, his breath ragged. "Not like this, Jamie. I want to fuck you."

He stood, pulling me up. His hands went to my ass, squeezing. "You've got such a perfect little ass, Jamie. I want to fuck it."

I gasped, my cock hardening at his words.

"Come with me," he commanded, leading me to the bedroom. “I know you want it. And I want to give it to you."

He pushed me onto the bed, his hands going to my pants. He undressed me, his eyes roaming over my body. "You're gorgeous, Jamie. I can't wait to breed this tight little ass."

I whimpered, my cock leaking at his words. He chuckled, his fingers tracing my hole. "So eager, nephew. Let's get you ready."

He bent down, his tongue licking my hole. I cried out, my hands fisting the sheets. "Uncle Max! Oh, fuck!"

He licked and sucked, his fingers stretching me open. "You taste so fucking good, Jamie. I can't wait to fill you up."

He stood, wiping his mouth. He grabbed some lube from the night stand and tossed it onto the bed. "Get on your hands and knees, Jamie. Let me see that ass."

I did as I was told, my heart pounding in my chest. He lubed up his cock, his fingers still stretching me. "You're so tight, Jamie. I can't wait to feel you around my cock."

He pushed into me, his hands gripping my hips. I gasped, my body tensing. "Relax, Jamie. Breathe through it."

I did, my body slowly relaxing. He pushed in further, his cock filling me up. "Fuck, Jamie. You feel so good."

He started to move, his hips slapping against my ass. I moaned, my cock rubbing against the sheets. "Harder, Uncle Max. Fuck me harder."

He obliged, his cock pounding into me. "You like that, Jamie? You like being fucked by your uncle?"

"Yes," I gasped, my body shaking. "I love it, Uncle Max. I love your cock."

He groaned, his fingers digging into my hips. "Fuck, Jamie. I'm going to come. I'm going to fill you up."

He came with a roar, his cock pulsing inside me. I came too, my body shaking as I spilled onto the sheets. He collapsed onto my back, his breath hot on my ear. "You're mine, Jamie. My little breeding slut."

I smiled, my body still shaking. "Yes, Uncle Max. I'm yours."

[myhairymanfetish]

[seaninfl]

I am no stranger to the woods, but this time, I felt an unusual tension, like I was being watched. I brushed it off, attributing it to my overactive imagination.

I stumbled upon a small, secluded clearing, the sunlight filtering through the leaves, casting dappled shadows. I decided to take a break, my body aching from the rigorous hike. I leaned against a sturdy oak, closing my eyes, when I heard a low, guttural growl. My eyes snapped open to find a man, a stranger, emerging from the shadows. He was tall, his body a wall of muscle, covered in a masculine pelt of dark hair. His eyes, a piercing green, locked onto mine, and I felt a shiver run down my spine.

"What are you doing here, boy?" he growled, his voice like gravel.

I swallowed hard, finding my voice. "I'm... I'm hiking. Just taking a break."

He stepped closer, his gaze intense. "These are my woods. I claim what's in them."

I raised an eyebrow, trying to hide my nervousness. "Claim what?"

He smirked, a wicked glint in his eyes. "Whatever I want, boy. And right now, I want you."

I scoffed, trying to hide my growing arousal. "You're crazy. I'm not some object to be claimed."

He chuckled, a deep, resonating sound. "You will be, boy. You will be."

He moved closer, his hand reaching out to cup my cheek. I should have pulled away, but I was frozen, his touch sending electric shocks through me. "You're mine, boy. I can see it in your eyes. You're ready to be bred."

I laughed nervously, trying to hide my growing erection. "Bred? What are you, some kind of animal?"

He grinned, his teeth a stark white against his hairy face. "When it comes to you, boy, I am. I'm going to fill you up, make you mine."

I felt a surge of defiance. "You're crazy. I'm not going to just let you fuck me."

He chuckled, his hand moving to my neck, his thumb rubbing against my pulse. "You will, boy. You will."

He leaned in, his lips capturing mine in a brutal, dominating kiss. I tried to push him away, but my body betrayed me, my hands gripping his shoulders, pulling him closer. He growled into the kiss, his tongue pushing into my mouth, exploring, claiming.

He pulled back, his eyes gleaming with triumph. "You taste like mine, boy. You're ready to be bred."

I panted, my body on fire. "I... I don't even know your name."

He smirked. "You can call me Bear. Now, get on your knees, boy. It's time for you to taste your future."

I hesitated, then slowly sank to my knees, my hands reaching for his belt. I could feel his eyes on me, watching, waiting. I unbuckled his belt, my hands shaking as I unbuttoned his jeans, pushing them down to reveal his massive, hard cock. I looked up at him, my eyes wide.

He grinned, his hand reaching down to stroke his cock. "Don't worry, boy. I'll make it fit. Now, open your mouth."

I hesitated, then opened my mouth, my tongue reaching out to lick the bead of pre-cum off the tip of his cock. He groaned, his hand tangling in my hair, pulling me closer. "That's it, boy. Taste your future."

I took him into my mouth, my tongue exploring the velvety soft skin, my hand reaching up to cup his heavy balls. He groaned, his hips moving, fucking my mouth. I could feel him getting closer, his cock swelling in my mouth. I pulled back, my hand taking over, stroking him as he came, his hot cum filling my mouth.

He pulled me up, his lips capturing mine, his tongue pushing into my mouth, tasting his cum. "You taste good with my cum in your mouth, boy. Now, it's time for me to fill you up."

He pushed me against the tree, his hands reaching for my belt, unbuckling it, pushing my jeans down. I could feel his eyes on me, watching, waiting. I looked up at him, my eyes filled with desire and fear.

He smirked, his hand reaching down to stroke my hard cock. "Don't worry, boy. I'll make it good for you."

He dropped to his knees, his mouth capturing my cock, his tongue swirling around the head. I groaned, my hands tangling in his hair, pushing him closer. He chuckled, his hand reaching down to cup my balls, his finger pressing against my hole.

I gasped, my body tensing. He looked up at me, his eyes gleaming. "Relax, boy. I'm going to prepare you."

He stood up, his hand reaching into his pocket, pulling out a small tube of lube. He squirted some onto his fingers, his hand reaching down to press against my hole. I groaned, my body tensing as his finger pushed inside me, stretching me, preparing me.

He added another finger, his hand moving, scissoring inside me, stretching me wider. I moaned, my body pushing back against his hand, wanting more. He chuckled, his fingers curling, pressing against my prostate.

I gasped, my body convulsing, my cock leaking pre-cum. He pulled his fingers out, his hand reaching for his cock, guiding it to my hole. I looked up at him, my eyes filled with desire and fear.

He leaned in, his lips capturing mine in a brutal, dominating kiss. "You're mine, boy. You're ready to be bred."

He pushed inside me, his cock filling me, stretching me. I groaned, my body tensing, then relaxing as he started to move, his cock sliding in and out of me, filling me, claiming me.

"That's it, boy," he growled. "Take my cock. Take it like a good little slut."

I moaned, my body moving with his, my hands gripping his shoulders, pulling him closer. "Yes, Bear. Fuck me. Breed me."

He groaned, his cock swelling inside me, his body tensing as he came, filling me with his hot cum. I could feel it, filling me, marking me, claiming me.

He pulled out, his hand reaching down to cup my cheek. "You're mine, boy. You're bred."

I looked up at him, my body filled with his cum, my cock hard and leaking. "Yes, Bear. I'm yours. I'm bred."

He smirked, his hand reaching down to stroke my cock. "Good boy. Now, let's get you cleaned up. We have a lot more breeding to do."

[fraternoviril]

Photo: https://www.tumblr.com/contracts-with-criminals

[1995-gayboy]

After a marriage of 20 years, it was really hard to get back into the dating pool. Every girl you talked to ghosted you, either when they learned that you had 2 children or when they learned that you still lived with your ex-wife while finalizing the divorce. You didn't even want anything serious, you were mostly looking for a friend with whom you could talk as well as bang it out from time to time, but no girl was interested in that.

It was your wife's turn to take care of the children, so you went out to catch up with a friend. He was such a good listener, he let you speak all about the divorce and your relationship struggles. You laughed saying that if he was a girl, he'd be the perfect woman for you. You even jokingly added that maybe you should look for guys, since it's always easier to connect with them.

However, your friend saw the opportunity and said : "Why not?" A thought crossed your mind : you have a strong muscled man offering his ass to you and you slowly slide your dick in, and it feels as good as your ex-wife's pussy. Your friend, seeing how you're considering it, says : "Come on, let's go to a gay bar for a drink, and if you feel uncomfortable, we can get home whenever you want!"

Curious, you follow him. There, the doorman stops your way saying straight men are not welcome. Your friend has to say you're with him for the doorman to reluctantly let you in. The place is packed, and the music is blasting at ear-piercing levels. Immediately, someone grabs your friend and they disappear in the crowd. Alone, you make your way to the bar, which is the quietest zone of the place.

After ordering a glass, you look around and see all those young guys grinding against each other. That was clearly not what you wanted to do, you contemplate the idea of downing your glass and getting home, leaving your friend in this jungle of men.

"I can't remember how long since I saw a straight man at this bar!" The voice was coming from beside you. An older man was looking at you. He was certainly clashing with the rest of the crowd : he was old enough to be your father and was dressed classy, with creased pants, a buttoned shirt and a watch that looked expensive.

Looking like the only normal man in the place, you start talking to him. The conversation turned out to be great : he listened to your divorce and relationship problems, and he told you he also had a wife and kids before coming out. Speaking with that man has the effect of totally clearing your mind. You feel like you haven't felt this good for years. You really were absorbed in this conversation that you weren't able to see time passing.

Suddenly, the lights open, signifying the bar is closing. You look around and the dancefloor is almost empty, and you see the pile of empty glasses in front of you that you drank along the hours.

The man stood up and put on his coat, and asked if you wanted to follow him. You felt like he was a good friend and agreed without thinking. In no time, you were both in front of an apartment that he unlocked and let you in. He entered behind you and gently put his hand on your back to move you forward. This simple contact sent shocks across your body : it must have been months since your last human contact!

As if he felt the tension in your body, he tells you to relax and moves his hand upwards to start massaging your shoulders through your shirt. It felt really great to have his hands undoing the knots from your upper back, he was certainly very experienced in massages.

While kneading your shoulders, he asks if you want to go to his room for a more complete massage with oils. Having your guard totally down, you accept, forgetting that you're at a gay man's place.

He asks you to take off your shirt and pants, and to lay down on your stomach. He climbs on the bed beside you while working your back with his expert hands. After a while, you feel him getting lower and lower on your back, until your underwear blocks him. However, it's not a problem since he slides them down to knead your glutes.

Your body has never felt so relaxed.

Slowly, you feel him laying over you. His chest hair tickles your back as you feel his warmth like a weighted blanket being laid over you. When did he lose his shirt? In that position, he whispers to your ear : "I have a service to ask you..." You remember how your conversation earlier made you feel mentally great and how his hands made your body feel great, and you are ready to accept anything he asks you as you feel like you owe him so much.

He whispers : "Please let me take care your ass" and a soft "Yes" comes out of you and seals your fate.

He slowly gets up and puts his hands on your hips. He pulls towards him, lifting your ass at the height of his own hips. Then, you feel it. A warm blob of meat pokes right at your asshole. It's hard and oily. In your relaxed state, you offer no resistance at all : in a small push, it penetrates inside you.

The dick slides inside you slowly. The man is taking his time, enjoying himself. Once fully in, he sighs in satisfaction. Just then, you realize you have let a man put his dick inside you and you start to regret it. Your body tenses up and you want to leave, but he's got you pinned down, literally.

Sensing your ass around his dick tightening, the Man reassures you that it's gonna be alright, and he puts his hands on your back to massage you until you calm down. His strategy works as you close your eyes and feel the panic leaving you.

He then starts moving his hips back and forth, while still kneading your back. You wouldn't admit it, but it was starting to feel so good to be taken care of. The dick going back and forth was giving you warmth all over your body and you couldn't stop yourself from moaning.

From your experience with your ex-wife, you thought the moanings were a cutesy little way of cheering the man, even though it didn't feel real. However, right now, that's far from cute : the involuntary guttural sounds coming out of your mouth were terrifying. You didn't even know you could produce sounds so deep, but you couldn't stop them coming out at the same rhythm the man was fucking you.

Still, the effect is the same, as your sounds stimulate the man to go faster until he's joining his moans to yours. He pulls your hips against his, locking his dick deep inside you, then you feel it pulsating inside you. He came inside you.

As he comes out and thanks you, you realize how spent you are. Sex has never worn you out as much before. You roll on your back, revealing a pool of your cum that was under you, and you try to catch your breath. The old man, now as sweaty as you are, lay beside you.

He asks you if you want to spend the night here, so he could fuck you again in the morning, and it's the easiest yes that you ever said.

He turns you sideways and puts his arms around you to spoon you. You feel protected by him and you're proud to have his load inside you. Is this what pure bliss feels like?

[julian-rawf]

[1995-gayboy]

Everyone at school thought that your girl best friend and you were a couple. After all, you were always hanging together and it was true that you thought she was the prettiest at school. However, you've always been too shy to make a move, so you were stuck as her friend. It was better than nothing, but you were still hoping that the perfect opportunity would rise to let her know how you feel. In the meantime, you were taking every chance to hang with her. You were ready for anything to be with her. However, you would never have guessed that this obsession would end up with a dick inside your ass!

It all started when she wanted to join the cheerleading team. She was telling you how she wanted to for a long time, but was scared to try it alone. Of course, you offered to try it with her and she jumped out of joy.

You went together to the tryouts and you quickly realized that you're the only man in the group. However, your friend elbowed you in the ribs while watching the coaches arrive. "See that assistant coach? The one with the beard? He's the reason every girl is suddenly into cheerleading. Do you think I have a chance?" You looked at him with jealousy and you reluctantly said to your friend that they'd make a cute couple, since you knew it was all she wanted to hear.

You thought about going home, but the coach pointed at you to approach : since you were the only man, he wanted you to help by practicing with every girl. You realize that means touching their body to lift them, so you accepted and did the whole practice lifting girls.

Your whole body was aching at the end. You barely made it to the locker room where you collapsed on a bench and intended to stay there, totally knowing that getting up would be an arduous task. But, the silence of the room was broken when the door opened. It was the assistant coach your friend was drooling over. When he sees you, he excuses himself : he wasn't supposed to use this room, but he assumed he'd be alone like always. You tell him that it's fine, while still laying on the uncomfortable bench.

"Are you alright? I saw you lifting everyone, I bet your muscles must be killing you right now!" You chuckle, saying it was an understatement. "Ha! Don't worry, it gets easier each time. I was just like you when I started." You start thinking about how your friend was into him and him being just like you, and suddenly you're way more interested in keeping up the cheerleading!

You ask him if there's anything that helps with the muscle pain, since you're not even sure you're able to walk. He says there's no medication that is very effective, that time was the only option. However, he says that a massage might help you.

You need to get stronger if you want to continue cheerleading, and you need to relieve that pain to get stronger. So you ask him for massage recommendations, to which he answers he could give you one right now, since the earlier, the better. You agree and close your eyes to prepare yourself.

"Come on, not right here on a hard bench of a locker room, come to my place and it will be more comfortable!" He effortlessly lifts you up on your feet, and helps you walk out of the room to his car, almost as if you were an elder in need of assistance. He sits you in his car, then drives.

You can't believe you're actually in a car with a cool guy like him. You feel like a little brother looking up at his older brother driving him. Your friend will be so jealous when she learns about it tomorrow!

His place was spotless and tastefully decorated in a modern style. Not at all what you were expecting from a guy who was picking up chicks right and left! He instructs you to undress and lay on his bed. You keep your underwear and socks, then fall face first on his bed while he gets oils. He applies some on his hands before touching your back. You didn't expect his hands to be so warm, but it felt great. He proceeded to knead every knot in your back one after the other.

It was feeling wonderful, so wonderful that you didn't realize he was working his way down, and he was now at the lowest of your back. The band of your underwear was starting to be in his way, so without asking, he pulls down your underwear and resumes his massage.

It was really strange to have your butt naked, but at least it was with a ladies' man, you knew you'd be safe. Besides, he was really good at massaging you, so you didn't want to stop him.

He was kneading your butt muscles quite roughly, you feel like he hasn't been as intense with any other zone. At times, he spreads your cheeks so much that you worry he's about to split you in two. But, what's troubling you the most is thinking about him being mere inches from your asshole. What an unlucky guy! However, he's the one who put himself in that position, he's the one to blame for this staredown he's having with your asshole.

If only you could have a bird-view over the scene right now, you would see how wrong you were. You would see how, while he massaged you, his clothes fell one after the other. You would see his naked body behind you, while he kneads your butt. You would see his hardening dick while he stares down into your asshole.

In fact, it was clear from any angle : that man wanted to fuck you. Only you thought bro was platonically helping a friend. Only you thought he had no interest in buttholes. Only you thought you were safe.

So, when he leaned his naked body over yours to whisper in your ear, you were the only one who heard "All right, it's time I give you what you wanted all along" and still thought he was about to give you tips on how to pick up girls.

However, that was not the kind of tip that he put between your ass cheeks. As soon as you felt his slimy meat sliding against your ass, you opened your eyes and realized everything. You wanted to get up, but his body over yours, and your muscles still sore made every escape vain. Additionally, you were already too late : you felt his dick pushing through your hole. It was too late. He was inside you.

You whimpered as his meat was making its way deeper inside you. You were too stunned to speak, you couldn't believe what was happening. You don't have time to snap out of it before he starts moving back and forth. It hurts your ass so much, why can't you scream to stop?

As you wince and whine, he notices : "Oh, sorry, is it too rough on your sore muscles? Let's switch positions." He doesn't wait for an answer before laying completely over your body with his dick deep inside you. Then, he slides his arms under yours and turns around. In an instant, you're in the air. No part of you touches the bed anymore, you're fully supported by him. Meanwhile, that position gives him easy access to your ass, allowing him to do full thrusts inside you.

As his dick resumes pounding you, you realize this angle doesn't hurt. Oh fuck! It slides in so easily. Fuck! The warmth of the dick feels good. Fuck! You're enjoying it...

You completely lose any will of resisting. In fact, you want him to continue. You want him inside you. You want him to fuck you.

You never thought that you would ever have a dick inside you, but here you are, and you can't get enough. Your whimpers evolved into full moans, that powered up the fucking. Both of you were sweating profusely in that animalistic behavior.

What was bound to happen happened : he grabbed your waist to push his dick at the deepest of you before you felt it cumming inside you. It pulsated while he exhaled loudly.

He takes his dick out and puts you down. He kisses your cheek while thanking you and handing you your clothes. You get back home with a wet butt crack.

The next day at school, your friend runs to you. She says you're radiating today. Such a compliment would usually make your week, but this time you didn't mind. She says she hasn't heard from you since cheer practice and was worried you wouldn't go back.

Oh, but you'll be back! You might have just found a new passion...

[lunargambitpaladin]

[1995-gayboy]

You were doing your morning jog, as usual. You enjoy running in the forest where you're completely alone with your music in your ears. You're so inattentive to the rest of the world that you jumped when a van appeared on your left. It was matching your pace, so you stopped to see what that was about.

The van also stopped and the driver got out. You thought you were jacked, but next to him you look like a toothpick. He's twice as big as you, and he has a full head more height-wise. He approached you with an impassable face, you had no clue what he was thinking.

You tried basic greetings, but he didn't answer. Instead, he grabbed you and lifted you from the ground. You tried thrashing around while cursing at him, but he was too strong, you just made him laugh.

"You're quite energetic!", he says while squeezing you against his van. "My clients are gonna love that, I knew that a jogger like you would make a good target."

You have no idea what he's talking about, but his hand starts feeling your body, making you uncomfortable. When he reaches your waist, he grabs your shorts and pulls them down. "Oh yeah, look at that ass!" He was now caressing your buttcheeks as if he was testing for quality.

"All right, I'll make a deal with you. I'll let you go if you willingly let me fuck that ass, but you gotta make me believe that you want it. Otherwise, I'll slide my bare cock inside you right now and then, I'll bring you to my clients. Either way, my cock ends up inside that little ass of yours, but you could make it hurt less and walk free after. What's your choice?"

He made really good points, so you agree to do it willingly. He frees you from his grip. It's strange, it's like your body doesn't feel like it's yours. You follow him to the back of the van, where he pulls down his pants and lays back while spreading his hairy legs. "Suck it, first." You obey and get between his legs. His crotch smells like old piss, but you know you have to get over the odor. While holding your breath, you grab his cock with a hand and put your mouth on it.

"Oh yeah, that feels good! Shake that ass for me now." Without a thought, you did as instructed. He loved it.

While you focussed on his cock, you started to get into it too. Since all your attention went to his cock, you were forgetting about how he kidnapped you and forced you to get there. The only important thing for you right now was taking care of this cock. You didn't even realize that you began shaking your ass without being asked.

"All right, it's wet enough, bring your ass." You jumped to the sound of his voice, you were too focussed on his dick. However, you didn't miss a beat by turning your body around to prepare to sit on his lap. He held his cock straight up while you were sitting on it. You felt it stretching your hole and making its way inside you.

"Mmmmmm...", he moaned. This time, you didn't need any instruction from him, you started getting up and down. You were literally fucking yourself with his cock. Meanwhile, your kidnapper was only able to moan over and over, he wasn't able to say anything else, neither was it needed! You were stimulated by his low growls, they were cheering you to give yourself even more than you were already doing.

After a while, he was about to burst inside you. He grabbed your hips and finished the job himself by fucking your ass violently. Suddenly, he stops while holding you against him. You feel it : his cock is pulsating inside you, filling your guts with its cum.

"Ooof! Alright, alright! You definitely earned your freedom! If I didn't know I forced you, I would think that you even enjoyed yourself, haha! Now, get out, I still need to do my job."

As the van drove away, you picked up your shorts that were still in the dirt. Your legs were dead, you walked home the rest of your route.

The next day, you woke up more eager than usual for your run. Even with what happened, you chose to use the same route as the one you saw your kidnapper. In the middle of your jog, you realize how much faster you are today, and decide to slow down even though you didn't need it. "Just in case...", you were thinking.

When you got out of the forest and saw your home in the distance, you couldn't help but feel a little sadness and a feeling of emptiness inside you...

[myhairymanfetish]

[seaninfl]

My uncle, Jake, and I had been secretly sexting each other for months. I couldn't help but get turned on every time I saw his hairy body, muscular chest, and that huge dick of his. We had never talked about it in person, but our online conversations had become increasingly vulgar and explicit.

Our secret affair began when he visited my family for a week. I was 20, and he was 40, so there was a bit of an age gap between us. One night, after everyone had gone to bed, I snuck into his room, my heart pounding with excitement and nervousness.

"Uncle" I whispered, my voice low and breathy.

"Call me Jake" he whispered back, his eyes smoldering with desire.

I crawled onto the bed, my hands trembling slightly as I reached out to touch his hairy chest. He groaned softly, his eyes never leaving mine. Our lips met in a passionate kiss, our tongues tangling together.

"Fuck, I've been wanting to do this for so long" I murmured against his lips.

"Me too, kid" Jake growled, his hands gripping my ass tightly.

We continued to kiss and touch each other, our hands exploring every inch of each other's bodies. Jake's dick was like a steel pipe, throbbing against my leg as we continued to make out.

"You want this big cock, don't you?" Jake asked, his voice husky with lust.

"Yes, please" I begged, my eyes wide with anticipation.

Jake pushed me onto my back and positioned himself between my legs. He ran his fingers through my hair, looking down at me with a predatory grin.

"You want me to fuck you, don't you?" he asked again, his voice dripping with vulgarity.

"Yes, I want your dick inside me" I moaned, my voice barely above a whisper.

Jake didn't waste any time. He grabbed his dick and guided it towards my eager hole. I bit my lip, bracing myself for the inevitable pain that would come with being penetrated by such a large cock.

"Fuck, kid, you're so tight" Jake groaned as he slowly pushed his dick inside me.

"Oh god, it hurts but it feels so good" I moaned, my back arching up off the bed.

Jake began to fuck me, his hips thrusting in and out of my ass with increasing speed and intensity. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside me with each thrust.

"Fuck, yeah, take that dick" Jake growled, his eyes locked onto mine.

"Yeah, fuck me harder" I panted, my voice barely above a whimper.

Jake reached down and grabbed my dick, jerking me off in time with his thrusts. The dual sensation of being fucked and having my dick stroked was almost too much to bear.

"Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum" I moaned, my toes tensing up as my orgasm began to build up deep within my balls.

"Cum for me, kid" Jake growled, his thrusts becoming more erratic and uncontrolled.

With one final thrust, Jake exploded deep inside me, filling me up with his hot cum. The sensation of his dick twitching and pulsing inside me sent me over the edge, and I came hard, my cum shooting out and landing all over my chest and stomach.

Jake collapsed down onto me, both of us panting heavily as we tried to catch our breath. We lay there together for several minutes, our bodies slick with sweat and cum.

"That was fucking amazing" I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Yeah, kid, it was" Jake agreed, a satisfied grin spreading across his face.

We continued to have secret rendezvous like this for months, our online conversations becoming more and more explicit with each passing day. Our secret affair was the ultimate forbidden fruit, and I couldn't help but crave more of it with each passing encounter.

[mailo-23]

🔥🔥🍆🥶👅👅

[owainowain]

My son's boyfriend is hung like a horse, and my son doesn't mind sharing.

[seaninfl]

My son, Troy, had always been open about his sexuality. He was openly gay, and I had learned to accept it over the years. What I didn't expect was for him to bring his boyfriend, Jack, home for the holidays.

Troy and Jack had been dating for a few months, and from what I could see, they were very much in love. Jack was a tall, muscular guy with tattoos covering his arms and chest. He had piercing blue eyes that seemed to see right through you. But it was his cock that really caught my attention. That thing was massive, easily the size of my forearm, and as thick as my wrist.

The first night Jack was over, Troy and I were sitting in the living room, watching some TV show. Jack was sitting next to Troy on the couch, and I couldn't help but notice how his hand kept grazing Troy's thigh. I could see the lust in their eyes whenever they looked at each other.

"You know, Troy," I said, trying to be casual, "I've always wanted to have a threesome with a guy who has a big cock. And from what I can see, Jack, you definitely fit the bill."

Troy's eyes widened in surprise, but Jack just smirked and replied, "Well, Mr. Johnson, if you're offering, I'm definitely interested."

Over the next few days, the three of us spent a lot of time together. We went out to dinner, watched movies, and just hung out. But I could tell that both Troy and Jack were getting more and more turned on by the prospect of a threesome with me.

One night, after a few glasses of wine, Troy finally broached the subject. "Dad, Jack and I have been talking," he said, his voice low and husky. "And we both think that we should take you up on your offer."

I felt my cock twitching in my pants at the thought of being with these two hot guys. "I think that's a great idea," I replied, my voice just as low and husky as Troy's.

The next evening, the three of us were all sitting in the living room again. This time, however, we were all completely naked. Troy and Jack were both rock-hard, and I could see the lust in their eyes as they looked at me.

"So, Dad," Troy said, his voice dripping with lust. "What do you want to do first?"

"Well, boys," I replied, my voice just as husky as theirs. "I think I'd like to start by sucking on that massive cock of yours, Jack."

Jack smirked and replied, "Be my guest, Mr. Johnson."

I leaned forward and wrapped my lips around the head of Jack's cock. It was so big that I could barely get my mouth around it. But I was determined to give him the best blowjob of his life. I worked my lips up and down his shaft, using my tongue to massage the head of his cock.

"Fuck, Dad," Troy groaned, his hand reaching down to stroke his own cock. "You're so good at that."

I continued to suck on Jack's cock, my hand reaching down to stroke Troy's cock at the same time. I could feel both of their cocks throbbing in my hands, their precum leaking out onto my fingers.

"I think it's time for us to switch things up," Jack growled, pulling his cock out of my mouth. "I want to feel your tight ass around my cock, Mr. Johnson."

I nodded in agreement, spreading my legs apart on the couch. Jack knelt down behind me, positioning his massive cock at the entrance to my ass.

"Relax, Dad," Troy said, "and let Jack fuck you."

Jack slowly pushed his cock into my ass, inch by inch. I could feel my ass stretching around his girth, the pain quickly turning into pleasure as he began to fuck me.

"Fuck, Jack," I groaned, my hands gripping the edge of the couch. "You're so fucking big."

Troy moved over to where I was laying, positioning himself so that his cock was right in front of my face. "Suck my cock, Dad," he said, his voice just as husky as Jack's.

I eagerly wrapped my lips around Troy's cock, my hand reaching down to stroke his balls at the same time. I could taste the precum leaking out of the tip of his cock, the salty flavor making my cock throb even harder.

"Fuck, Dad," Troy moaned, his hips thrusting forward as he fucked my mouth. "I'm going to cum so fucking hard."

"Me too, Dad," Jack groaned, his thrusts becoming more and more erratic. "I'm going to fill your tight ass with my cum."

I could feel both Troy's and Jack's cocks throbbing inside of me, their precum leaking out onto my fingers. I knew that it was only a matter of time before they both exploded, their cum filling my mouth and ass.

"Fuck, Dad," Troy groaned, his hips thrusting forward as he filled my mouth with his cum. "I'm cumming so fucking hard."

"Me too, Dad," Jack groaned, his cock twitching inside of my ass as he filled me with his cum. "I'm cumming so fucking hard."

I could feel both Troy's and Jack's cum filling me up, their hot, sticky load filling every inch of me. I knew that I would never forget this threesome, the way that Troy and Jack had both taken turns fucking me, their cocks filling me up with their cum.

[fcga63]

[seaninfl]

It was a chilly night, and I couldn’t help but feel aroused by the dimly lit bathroom. I had been waiting for this moment for so long. As I heard the sound of the key in the door, my heart raced with anticipation.

My father entered the bathroom, and without a word, he started to unbutton his shirt. Our eyes met, and I could see the lust in his eyes. I knew what he wanted, and I was more than willing to give it to him.

“Come closer,” he said in a husky voice, and I obeyed, moving towards him. He pulled me close, wrapping his arms around me. Our lips met in a passionate kiss, our tongues intertwining.

As we continued to kiss, my father’s hands began to explore my body. He ran his fingers through my hair, down my neck, and cupped my ass. I could feel his erection through his pants, and I couldn’t help but grind against it.

“I want you, son,” he whispered in my ear, and I shuddered with desire. I couldn’t believe this was happening, but I didn’t want it to stop.

“I want you too, Daddy,” I replied, and I felt his grip on me tighten. He unzipped his pants, and his long, uncut dick sprang free. It was bigger than I had imagined, and I knew I had to have it.

“Suck it, son,” he commanded, and I didn’t hesitate. I knelt down before him, wrapping my lips around his throbbing cock. I could feel every vein as I took him deeper and deeper into my mouth.

“Fuck, that feels so good,” my father groaned, and I could feel his hands on the back of my head, guiding me up and down his shaft. “Take it all, son.”

I did as I was told, gagging slightly as his dick hit the back of my throat. I could feel my own cock growing harder in my pants, desperate for attention.

“Daddy, I need you inside me,” I pleaded, and he chuckled darkly.

“Not yet, son. I want to fuck your mouth first.”

And so, he continued to thrust his hips, fucking my mouth until he was on the brink of orgasm.

“I’m going to cum, son,” he warned, and I eagerly awaited his release. With a final thrust, he exploded in my mouth, filling it with his warm, salty cum. I swallowed every drop, relishing the taste of him.

“Good boy,” he said, stroking my cheek. “Now it’s your turn.”

I stood up, and he pushed me against the bathroom counter. He unzipped my pants, freeing my rock-hard cock. He knelt down before me, taking me into his mouth.

“Oh, Daddy,” I moaned, clutching the edge of the counter as he expertly sucked and licked my cock. His hands gripped my ass, pulling me closer to him.

“You like that, son?” he asked, looking up at me with a devilish grin.

“Yes, Daddy. I love it.”

“Good, because I’m going to make you cum so hard.”

And he did. With every flick of his tongue and every tug of his lips, he brought me closer and closer to the edge. And when I finally came, it was with an intensity I had never experienced before.

“That’s it, son. Give it all to me,” he encouraged, and I did. As I came down the high of my orgasm, I couldn’t help but smile.

“I love you, Daddy,” I whispered, and he looked up at me, his eyes filled with equal parts of love and lust.

“I love you too, son.”

And as we cleaned ourselves up and went our separate ways, I knew that this was just the beginning of our dirty little secret.

[perfecttrophyboys]

[gayfantasy-world]

I’ll admit, I was a bit reluctant when this college boi moved in next door and starting hitting on me. I’d left younger men behind when I graduated college myself. But one night I was lonely so I said fuck it.

Something changed in our embrace, though. The sex was amazing, and even something more I couldn’t put my finger one. But I did know, no one else was touching this ass ever again

[bold-new-look]

[twisted-talez]

“Dude, take off your fucking swim trunks,” my gay younger brother Kevin smiled tauntingly at me, his eyes shielded by a pair of sunglasses. He was sitting on a beach blanket, naked as a jaybird, his lean, hairy body on full display, his cock sporting a chubby between his legs. “I’m naked—you should be, too.”

“I can’t do it,” I refused. “It’s weird to be naked at the beach—in public.”

“It’s a gay beach,” Kevin countered, gesturing to several dozen naked guys at the shore, their cocks flopping about. “It’s weird to not be naked at a gay beach. Come on, bro. Free that big dick.”

“Fine,” I acquiesced, pulling off my swim trunks, my big floppy cock slapping against my hairy thigh. “Better now?”

“Yes, but I fucking hate that you inherited Dad’s huge cock, and not me,” Kevin complained, openly ogling my junk. “It’s so unfair.”

“You’ve got a perfectly good dick,” I consoled him, taking a quick glance at his more than adequate seven-incher.

“Yeah, but my cock is no comparison to your big slab of meat,” Kevin laughed, reaching over and tugging on my cock.

“Cut that out,” I snapped, swatting his hand away.

“You know, all my buddies wanted to hookup with you,” Kevin shared, “after that time we all got drunk and went skinny dipping at the lake years ago.”

“Yeah, your buddy Kyle actually tried to suck me off that night,” I admitted, embarrassed.

“He did? Kyle never told me that. What the hell happened?”

“I passed out drunk on the couch and woke up at 2 am with my cock down his throat,” I confessed. 

“That sneaky bitch!” Kevin gasped. “Did you let Kyle finish—did you feed him a load?”

“Not exactly,” I began to laugh. “I was so wasted, I sat up and immediately puked all over his head as he bobbed up and down on me. That sort of ended things fast.”

“That’s a shame,” Kevin gave me a playful punch in the arm. “Had you let him finish, you might have ended up marrying Kyle instead of Melissa.”

Kevin was joking, but it was an astute observation. I had just ended a three-year marriage with my wife Melissa. She wanted to start a family together and I just—couldn’t. And so we agreed to a divorce.

Melissa was an amazing woman, but something about our relationship never felt authentic to me. It felt like I was playing a part. And deep down inside, I knew I had a latent attraction to guys. Even though our cocks weren’t the same, Kevin and I were more alike as brothers than he realized. 

So when Kevin invited me to the beach—a gay beach—I accepted his invitation. He was shocked, assuming his straight brother would never be interested in a gay beach. But I saw it as an opportunity to start exploring a side of me that I had ignored for far too long.

“That guy is checking you out,” Kevin nudged me, bringing me back to reality as he gestured to a muscular guy around Kevin’s age who was indeed lurking nearby. Like everyone else on the beach, the guy was buck naked, his muscled body on full display, his ample cock swinging between his legs. His eyes were locked on my big cock as he licked his lips lasciviously. “I think he wants you to fuck him.”

“Fuck him? Where—here on the beach blanket?”

“No, you fool,” Kevin laughed, gesturing to the dunes. “You take him back behind the dunes over there—and then you fuck his ass.”

“I—I—I’m not sure—” I stuttered. 

“Fine,” Kevin declared, tossing off his sunglasses onto the beach blanket. “Then I’ll go fuck him.”

I watched as Kevin rose from the blanket and sauntered over to the muscle dude who had been ogling me. With each step, Kevin’s dick got harder, until he was fully erect by the time he reached the guy. They conversed for a matter of seconds, before Kevin led the guy over the dunes to privacy. 

I couldn’t believe what was happening. My younger brother was about to fuck some random guy just over the dunes—a mere twenty feet from where I sat. And what was wrong with me? Why wasn’t I the one leading the guy over the dunes to have my way with his slutty ass? I had wanted to explore my attraction to guys and, when presented with the perfect opportunity, I had chickened out. 

But all wasn’t lost. There was still time to act. Standing up, my nine-incher rock hard and sticking out straight like a divining rod, I climbed over the dunes, embracing my fate.

They were facing me when I crested the dunes, the muscle dude bent over, his hands braced on his knees. Kevin was standing behind him, his feet planted in the sand, his hands gripping the bottom’s shoulders as he pounded the shit out of him.

It was a surreal experience, watching my brother fucking a guy. I had once caught Kevin jacking off to gay porn in his room when we were much younger, shooting his wad into a crusty old sock, but this was a whole different experience. 

“You want to tap in?” Kevin offered, the guy moaning with each thrust. “His hole is incredible.”

“No—you can finish first,” I replied. “I can wait.”

“You won’t have to wait long,” my brother assured me. “I’m not gonna last long in his tight cunt.”

He wasn’t kidding. Kevin delivered a rapid succession of thrusts into the muscle dude, pounding him at a frenetic pace. Sweat was dripping down his brow and his hairy chest, his breathing intensifying. 

“You ready for my cum?” Kevin demanded of the bottom. “You ready for me to shoot my load up your ass?”

“Breed me,” the bottom begged as Kevin knocked his head back, delivering one last, deep thrust.

“FUCK,” my brother belted out, a look of euphoria on his face as he dumped his load in the slutty muscle dude. He held still for a moment, allowing his balls to finish, before pulling out.

“Your turn, big guy,” the muscle dude looked at me expectantly. “Get that big cock in me.”

“Come on,” Kevin taunted, wiping his sweaty brow, his spent dick hanging between his legs, slick and cummy. “You know you want to dump a load in him. You can’t pretend you don’t, with your cock that hard.”

My brother was right, I did want to fuck the muscle stud. Stepping up to the plate as Kevin moved aside, I examined his meaty, chiseled ass. A drop of cum had pooled in the gaping hole, left behind by my brother. Grabbing the muscle dude by the hips, I shoved into him with one, violent thrust.

“FUCK,” the bottom screamed, his sphincter suddenly stretched to three-times the diameter of my brother’s cock. “You’re so fucking big.”

I always loved that shit—the reactions to my big dick. Bitches had always told me that I was hung, my wife included. But it means more when you hear it from another dude. There’s a measure of awe and respect when a guy can admit to you that you’ve got a big one. 

“You like his hole?” Kevin asked as I stared down at my rod sliding in and out of that meaty ass, coated in the pearly sheen of my brother’s warm load.  “Does it feel good?”

“Fuck yes,” I exhaled.

“Better than pussy?”

“Way fucking better,” I admitted. 

“Then fuck his ass,” Kevin ordered, standing behind me, his hands on my shoulders like a coach about to send a boxer into the ring. “Fuck the shit out of his sloppy hole.”

And so I did. Raising myself higher on the balls of my feet, I began to drive deeper into the muscle dude’s ass, pounding him at a frenetic pace. He was moaning like a bitch in heat, my balls smacking against him with each thrust. 

“You like this big dick?” I demanded. “You like feeling it all up in your tight ass?”

“Yes,” he answered breathlessly, his legs beginning to tremble. “Your big cock feels so good inside me, sir.”

Grabbing him by the hips, I pulled him into me as I thrust harder, the sound of skin smacking skin echoing off the dunes. I was balls deep in him—something I had never been able to do with a woman—his sphincter gripping my shaft as my cock slid deeper into his warm hole, deeper than I had ever experienced. I could have fucked that muscled ass all day, but I was fighting a losing battle. My balls were ready to bust.

“You want my load?” I demanded. “You want me to shoot in your cummy hole?”

“Yes,” the bottom begged. “Breed me with that big fucking cock.”

“Get ready for it,” I taunted, pounding relentlessly, sweat dripping down my hairy chest. “I’m about to—I’m about to—OH FUCK—SHIT.”

My cock exploded in him, my pent-up balls unleashing a violent torrent inside his bowels. My warm load spewed forcefully, commingling with my own brother’s DNA that was still swimming in that dark void. 

“That’s it—seed that bitch,” my brother ordered, his hands massaging my shoulders from behind again as my balls emptied into the muscle dude. “Fucking own his ass.”

I felt almost delirious when I finally pulled out of the guy, a frothy emulsion of cum gushing from his used hole. I had never experienced an orgasm so intense, my body consumed in euphoric release.

“You weren’t kidding about your brother,” the muscle bottom said to Kevin, finally standing up, cum running down the inside of his leg. “He’s hung like fuck.”

“I told you,” Kevin smiled broadly, slapping me on the back. “My brother’s got a true hole splitter.”

“Wait a minute,” I interjected. “Do you two know each other?”

“Yeah,” Kevin admitted sheepishly, gesturing to the muscle dude. “This is my buddy Zach.”

“More like fuck buddy,” Zach corrected him.

“So are you telling me that this whole gay beach thing was all just—?”

“A set up?” my brother interrupted, a devious look upon his face. “Yep. I recruited Zach to help me out. With the divorce and all, I figured you probably needed to get your rocks off—with a guy. Turns out I was right.”

Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.

From the Twisted-Talez Vault 🔓

[potent-virility]

[twisted-talez]

“What’s it taste like?” Nick asked as I looked up at him, his massive load dripping down my chin. He was shirtless upon my couch, his hairy pecs still heaving after a toe-curling blow job, a pensive look upon his handsome, bearded face. “Does my cum taste good?”

I had been sucking Nick for several months at that point, draining countless loads out of his big dick on a daily basis. He wasn’t the first straight guy to feed me a load, but he was definitely one of the hottest. 

Nick and his girlfriend Lena lived in the apartment across from me. We were hardly friends, but always gave a neighborly nod or wave when we bumped into each other in the hallway. All that changed when Nick knocked on my door one afternoon. 

“Your boyfriend dropped these in the hall,” Nick held up a pair of Ray-Bans. “I tried to catch up to him at the elevator but missed him.”

“My boyfriend?” I asked, confused. “I don’t have a boyfriend.”

“Sure you do,” Nick insisted. “He just left your apartment.”

“That wasn’t—” I began to laugh. “That wasn’t my boyfriend. That was just some dude that I sucked off.”

“Oh—uh—” Nick turned beet red. “Well, I guess you can just return these to him the next time you—uh—see him,” he handed the sunglasses to me awkwardly.

“I probably won’t see him again,” I reported. “He was just some random married dude from Grindr.”

“He’s married?” Nick’s eyes widened. “To, like, a woman?”

“Yeah,” I acknowledged. “He said his wife never sucks him off.”

“Good to know I’m not the only guy with that problem,” Nick laughed under his breath, scratching his beard. 

“You’re definitely not the only one,” I assured him. “Half the guys I hook up with are straight like you, but aren’t getting serviced at home. You’re welcome to come inside, if you might like to enjoy a nice—”

“Oh—no—I couldn’t—” Nick began to blush. “I mean, I’m flattered, but I don’t think I could get into a dude blowing me—no offense.”

“None taken,” I smiled, turning to go back inside my apartment. “But you know where to find me whenever you need your balls drained.”

I left Nick in the hallway, his wheels turning. I figured he’d ruminate on the matter for a few days, weigh the pros and cons, and eventually show up to feed me. Thus, I was a bit surprised when a knock sounded at my door not five minutes later. 

“Fuck it,” Nick exclaimed, pushing into my apartment as soon as I opened the door. “Lena hasn’t sucked my dick in nearly three years. Who am I to turn down some easy head?”

Without giving him any instruction, Nick stripped down naked in my living room. He was hairier than I realized, his muscular body covered in a thick pelt of fur that instantly drove me wild. He was also hung like fuck.

“Jesus, you’ve got a big cock,” I gasped, salivating over his big tool as Nick sat on my couch. He spread his legs wide, his hard cock begging to be sucked. “You’re what—? Like, eight or nine inches?” I ventured. 

“Nine and a half,” he beamed proudly. “Is it too big for you?”

“Too big?” I laughed, kneeling between his hairy thighs. “It’s not too big at all. I fucking love sucking a big dick.”

“Good,” he smiled. “And I hope you like cum, because I’ve gotta five-day load in these balls for you.”

I gave no answer, instead gripping that big cock at the base as I proceeded to take it down my throat. Deftly, I swallowed him in one, quick motion, his balls mashed against my chin. 

“Holy Christ,” he gasped, his head rolling back. “How the fuck are you doing that? No bitch has ever managed to take me all the way.”

“Lots of practice,” I surfaced for air, turning my attention to his balls as I began to lick and suck those ripe, round beauties. He moaned softly, enjoying the lavish attention to his family jewels as I churned the seed within. 

“Suck me,” he begged after a few minutes of ball play. “Fucking suck my big, fat, hairy dick.”

Following orders, I licked up his thick shaft, my tongue flicking his cock slit, swirling around his helmeted cock head. Once again, I swallowed him to the balls. 

“Fuck yeah,” Nick exclaimed, gripping the back of my head as I proceeded to suck him ravenously. “Jesus Christ, you know how to throat a dick.”

Emboldened by his praise, I locked my lips around his shaft, my neck like a spring hinge as I took him from base to tip, over and over again. His viscous precum coated my tongue, giving me a hint of the meal to come. 

While looking up at Nick, his cock buried down my throat, I reached up his hairy body with both hands. Running my hands through the dense forest of fur covering his chest and belly, my fingers found his nips. Gently, I pinched those hard nubs as his dick grew even more rigid in response. 

“Don’t stop,” he begged, his cock swelling down my throat, pressing against my tonsils. “That’s it—keep going—OH FUCK, dude—SHIT—Here it comes—FUCK—FUCK.”

Instantly, a massive load of cum flooded my mouth, careening down my throat to my hungry belly. I could feel each spurt as it hit the back of my throat, Nick writhing in hedonistic pleasure. I kept him down my throat, not letting up until his balls had delivered the last of his seed. 

“Damn, dude,” he exhaled as I finally released him, his spent cock flopping against his hairy thigh. “I hope you enjoyed this cock, because you’re gonna be seeing a lot of it.”

Nick wasn’t kidding. We both worked from home, and it wasn’t unusual for Nick to drop by for a draining early in the morning, as soon as his girlfriend Lena left for work. Often, he’d stop by again in the late afternoon before she got home to feed me a second load. On one such occasion, Nick wanted to know how his cum tasted. 

“Does my cum taste good?” he inquired, his massive load dripping down my chin. 

“Why don’t you see for yourself,” I raised myself up, our lips locking. With tongues swirling, we shared the creamy remains of his ambrosial load, his full beard tickling my chin.

“Not bad,” he smacked his lips as we parted. “Not bad at all.”

“You’re hard again,” I commented, gripping his engorged cock in my hand. “You want me to suck another load out of you?”

“How about you ride it for me?” Nick suggested, reaching around behind me. His meaty hand slid down the back of my sweatpants, his thick finger probing my eager hole as I moaned in delight. “I think it’s about time we took things to the next level.”

Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.

[curioss06]

[twisted-talez]

“Shit, you’ve got a big dick,” I smiled gleefully, a boy enjoying his favorite ride—a big dick up my ass. I stroked my cock as the hot, hung, straight guy railed my hole from behind. He’d never fucked a guy before. But as the saying goes, there’s a first time for everything.

It was just before midnight on a Friday when he knocked at my door. I knew instantly who he wanted—and what he wanted.

“Is Bella home?” he slurred, beer on his breath, his engorged cock bulging through his jeans. “She’s not answering my texts.”

“Bella’s at the lake this weekend with some friends,” I reported. “Cell service is spotty up there.”

Although I didn’t know his name, I easily recognized him as one of the many guys who fucked my roommate Bella on a regular basis. The slutty bitch had more friends-with-benefits than I could count. The horny guys would show up to our apartment near campus at all hours of the day and night, Bella leading each guy back to her room and spreading her legs for him.

I couldn’t judge Bella too harshly because, to be honest, I was kind of a slut myself. Yet I was jealous of the bitch, who scored way more cock than me. And I had to admit it was hot as fuck to eavesdrop on her frequent fuckfests—guys pounding her pussy and grunting their loads into her always-available cunt.

Thus, I felt a little bad for the hot, horny guy standing in my doorway. He just needed to drop a load and, sadly, Bella was not around to give her cunt to him—but I was.

“When’s she getting back?” the hot stud persisted, adjusting his package.

“Not until Sunday night.”

“Fuck,” he lamented. “She got any friends?”

“Friends?” I parroted incredulously. “What do you mean?”

“You know—other bitches. Easy bitches.”

“An easy bitch you could fuck?” I taunted.

“Yeah. I need some snatch, bro.”

“You can fuck my snatch,” I offered brazenly, locking eyes with him. “I’m an easy bitch.”

“The fuck?!” he spat.

“You heard me,” I persisted. “I’ve got a tight cunt—tighter than Bella’s.”

“Dude. I might be hard up for some pussy,” he laughed, “but I’m not that hard up. I ain’t gonna stick my dick in you.”

“Your loss, bro,” I began to say as he turned and left, muttering something about dirty faggots under his breath.

At least I tried, I told myself. Nothing ventured, nothing gained. I scrolled Grindr for the next hour but, when nothing turned up, I threw in the towel and went to bed.

It was barely 7 am when an urgent knock sounded at the door. I thought maybe something happened to Bella, that she was home early and didn’t have her key. I sprang out of bed, shocked to find the hot stud at my door again.

He looked like shit, as if he’d been up all night. And from the looks of the bulge at his crotch, the dude had yet to lose his load.

“Bella’s still not here,” I began, annoyed that the fucker had woken me up.

“I know that,” he barked, pushing his way inside. “I need to fuck, bro. And right now, your hole is the only option I’ve got.”

Any port in a storm, I wanted to say. “Right this way, dude,” I replied instead, leading him to my room quickly before he could sober up and change his mind.

Before I could suggest it, he had already stripped out of his clothes, his thick nine-incher rock hard and leaking precum. Slipping out of my briefs, I quickly prepped my hole with the ever-present bottle of lube on my bed table.

“You want me to suck you some before—?”

“No,” he spat. “Just fuckin’ bend over.”

Obediently, I bent over the bed, my hands gripping the mattress and, before I could count to three—the hung fucker was balls deep in me.

“FUCK,” I cried out, my hole ripped in two as he went from zero to sixty in three seconds, pummeling my ass at a breakneck pace.

I could have told him to slow up—to allow me to adjust to his massive girth—but there was no point. I had been fucked by enough horny straight guys to know that my comfort and pleasure was of no importance. My hole was no different than a pocket pussy to him, an inanimate object that’s only purpose was to drain his balls.

And so I gave into him, enjoying the ride as he battered my hole relentlessly. Despite lacking the finesse of an experienced top, his big dick felt incredible inside of me.

The unjust truth about hung guys is that they really don’t need to have much technique to get by, relying instead on the sheer size of their endowment to deliver a phenomenal ride. And this stud was definitely delivering—getting my prostate with each thrust, causing my cock to become rock hard as he assaulted my hole.

“Shit, you’ve got a big dick,” I smiled gleefully, stroking my cock in synch with his deep thrusts. “You feel so fucking good inside me.”

“Shut the fuck up,” he snapped, driving me harder. “I don’t need to hear your fucking voice.”

Message received. Dutifully, I kept quiet, continuing to stroke myself as he railed my ass mercilessly. Jesus, he was a fuck machine. His stamina was impressive, his balls slapping my ass over and over as he jackhammered my eager cunt.

I was feeling good—really good—stroking myself blissfully with his big dick up my ass. And soon, before I could do anything to stop it, I needed to cum. My balls tightening, pressure building in my shaft, I stroked myself faster and faster until I was spewing my load onto the bed.

With each shot of cum, my sphincter contracted simultaneously and gripped the hung stud’s cock, effectively jacking him off inside me. The experience is orgasm inducing for most tops, and this guy proved to be no exception.

“Fuck, bro,” he announced urgently. “I’m gonna bust.”

“Yeah, dude, fuckin’ shoot that load in me,” I begged, breaking my imposed silence. “Fucking breed my cunt.”

Instantly, I could feel his cock swelling inside me, the orgasmic pressure mounting inside him. He delivered one last thrust deep into my bowels before detonation, his body convulsing, an intense pulsation within me.

“FUCK,” he grunted, his cock throbbing, ejecting shot after shot of his warm load into my depths.

“Mmm, yeah. Fucking seed me,” I moaned, reveling in the intoxicating sensation of being bred by a hung stud.

With his balls emptied, he pulled out of me abruptly, leaving a cavernous void in his wake. Instantly, I felt his warm load escaping from my gaping hole, streaming down the back of my leg.

Wordlessly, he got dressed, stuffing his wet cock into his jeans. Not a word of thanks. No gratitude offered. But I knew not to be offended.

An unfortunate truth is that once a straight guy has used you for his pleasure and dumped his load in your available hole, you are nothing to him. The sight of you disgusts him. The reality of what he just did with you sickens him. In his mind, you cease to exist.

But I wasn’t a hapless victim in the exchange. Though I knew I’d never get the hung stud’s cock again, for repeats rarely happen with straight guys, I still got what I wanted—his big dick and his warm load up my ass, even if it was just a one-time ride.

Bella returned from the lake on Sunday night, full of reports of her weekend debauchery. Getting tagged by four guys in her tent. A threesome with a set of hot twins. And getting dicked-down in the woods by her best friend’s hung boyfriend while her friend was passed out drunk. Sluts be sluts.

I held my tongue regarding my own weekend debauchery with the hung stud, knowing that Bella can be territorial about the guys she fucks. After polishing off a bottle of wine over her sordid tales, we were each about ready to call it a night when a knock sounded at the door. Bella bounded to the door to answer it.

“Tristan,” she cooed, greeting the hung stud who had railed my ass in her absence. “You should have texted. I was just going to bed, but since you’re here—”

“I’m not here to fuck you,” Tristan pushed her aside as he moved towards me. “I’m here to fuck him.”

Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.

[read24111]

[twisted-talez]

He looked back and gave me a seductive smile as he led me to his truck, stripping off his shirt, a bottle of Corona stuffed into his back pocket. His CK briefs were barely peeking out above the waistband of his jeans, taunting me. Christ, I wanted to be inside of him, to run my hands up his muscular body as I pummeled his hole. I was about to get my wish. 

He was the hottest damn thing to walk into Armadillo’s that night. Fresh meat in the honky-tonk always got my attention, but this particular boy had looks that were off the charts. With a wide Stetson perched atop his head, a muscular body stuffed into a tight pair of jeans, and a handsome face that demanded attention, the boy exuded sex appeal. The only problem was that I wasn’t the only one to notice him.  

Every bitch in the joint was all over him—their big tits in low-cut tops all up in his face, twerking their asses up against his crotch on the dance floor. It was like watching a herd of cows in heat, trying to gain the advances of the only bull on the farm. 

But while doing his two-step out on the dance floor, fending off bitches left and right, I couldn’t help but notice that the hottie’s eyes were on me. Our mutual desire in that crowded honky-tonk was palpable. Game on.

Tipping back my beer and then slamming it back down upon the bar top, I made my way to the men’s room. I could feel his eyes upon me as I pushed through the sea of guys and gals who, like me, were all looking to smash privates that night. 

I was alone in the men’s room when he entered, standing at a urinal, my big dick in my hand. He sidled up next to me but, instead of unzipping and pulling out his own cock, he leaned up against the wall, affording him a side view of my big cock, my golden stream hitting the back of the urinal. 

“You need some help with that big thing?” he offered, his eyes locked upon my cock.

“I think I can manage pissing just fine on my own,” I teased with a flirtatious wink.

“That ain’t the kind of help I was offering,” he smiled broadly. 

“Well, what kind of help do you have in mind?” I volleyed back.

“Why don’t you come out to my truck and find out?” he suggested, reaching out to grab by cock. He stroked it firmly at the urinal for a brief moment before turning on his boots and walking back out the men’s room door. I noticed a bottle of Corona stuffed into his back pocket.

I pushed through the crowded dance floor and caught up to him just as he was headed out of the main door of Armadillo’s. As I followed him through the parking lot, he looked back and gave me a seductive smile, stripping off his shirt, his CK briefs barely peeking out above the waistband of his jeans. His tight ass was just begging to be fucked.

His truck was parked in the far corner of the lot, far away from the bright street lights. “This is for you,” he removed the bottle of Corona from his back pocket and, after popping off the cap against the door handle, handed it to me. 

I chugged down the beer as he opened the door to his truck and tossed his shirt onto the seat. Undoing his jeans, he dropped them to his knees, exposing his chiseled ass to me as he bent over the edge of the driver’s seat, his boots planted firmly in the gravel beneath the truck.

“Have at it,” he invited, bent over and ready to be fucked. “This ass is all yours.”

“You—you got some lube?” I looked into his truck expecting some to magically appear as I tossed the emptied bottle of Corona into the back of his truck. 

“You won’t need any lube,” he looked back and gave me a wink. “I’m already prepped and ready. I came ready to party. Now undo them pants and get that big dick in me.”

Following orders, I unzipped my jeans, my rock-hard cock raging to be inside the boy. Holding my eight-incher in one fist, I aimed for his hole and shoved into him.

“Fuck, you’re big,” he yelped, his hands gripping at the seat beneath him as I slid balls deep into his wet cunt. “Jesus, I’m going to enjoy this big dick,” he began to twerk his ass upon it.

“You’re tight as fuck,” I marveled, giving him some deep, exploratory thrusts. Though I was not the type to turn down a warm hole whether it be ass or pussy, it had been awhile since I’d fucked a guy. “I forgot how good it feels to fuck a dude,” I admitted.

“You won’t forget after me,” he taunted, clamping his sphincter around the base of my shaft. “Now fuck me with that big dick—fucking wreck my hole.”

Needing no further invitation, I ran my hands up his muscular back, my fingers digging into his shoulders for purchase. Swiftly, I began to pummel his ass. His Stetson jettisoned off his head from the sudden force, tumbling to the floorboard of his truck. I proceeded to rail him hard, my cock a battering ram inside his bowels.

“Fuck me with that big dick,” he moaned like a bitch in heat. “Christ, you’re a powerhouse. I love this big dick up my ass.”

My big dick was loving his ass. From my vantage point, I could peer over the top of his truck and see guys and girls coming in and out of Armadillo’s, oblivious to the two guys fucking just several yards away. The naughtiness of the surreptitious act, the sheer debauchery, was a huge turn on. I began to pound the boy harder, my big dick pushing deeper into his guts, my balls slapping forcefully against his ass with each thrust.

“You’re getting me so fucking good,” he gasped, resting the side of his face upon the seat, his eyes rolling back into his head. “Jesus, you know how to dominate a hole.”

I wasn’t just dominating his hole, I was fucking owning the boy, my big dick routing his depths, pounding his fuck canal at a breakneck pace. I moved my hands to his hips as I began to jackhammer him hard, his quivering cunt opening up even further for me, eager for my seed. He was about to get it.

“I’m about to bust,” I warned urgently, my cock swelling within his fuck canal, my balls beginning to throb. “You want my cum, bitch?”

“YES,” he screamed, his voice echoing through the parking lot. “Breed my fucking hole. Shoot that load inside me.”

With one last deep thrust, my cock erupted in his depths. “FUCK,” I grunted, my dick pulsing rhythmically within him, my load spewing into his battered bowels. “Take this fuckin’ nut—FUCK—DAMN—FUCK.”

I pulled out of him abruptly as soon as my balls had emptied, suddenly remembering that I was fucking in a public parking lot. He pushed himself upwards, my load streaming out of his gaping hole, and spun himself around to face me. Leaning forward, he sucked my cummy cock clean, devouring the last of my load.

“Fuck, you taste good,” he smacked his lips as he yanked up his jeans over his used ass, zipping himself back up before reaching into his truck for his shirt and hat. “That was one hot fuck, dude. You shot a huge load all up in my ass.”

I expressed my shared enjoyment as I stuffed my spent cock back into my jeans and then followed him back into the honky-tonk. He had just buttoned up his shirt when we entered, the crowd enveloping us. I watched as a blonde bitch in Daisy Dukes grabbed him by the front of his shirt and kissed him, her tongue probing his open mouth.

“Damn, you taste good,” she licked her lips as their mouths parted. 

“That’s probably him that you’re tasting,” he nodded towards me, a look of confusion upon the blonde bitch’s face. “He came like a fuckin’ fire hose.”

Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.

[maturebeefformick]

[secondlife-stories]

Last year, my sister invited my family to her house for the fourth of July. She had organised a traditional barbecue with backyard games and all the classics, and she prepared her spare bedroom so we could spend the night after the fireworks.

My wife, our children and I arrived by noon and rang the doorbell. My sister opened the door with her baby in her arms and a tired look on his face. She cheerfully greeted us and told our kids where their cousins were so they could go play, and then shot me a very serious look.

"George is in the back, getting everything ready. Let's see if you can put some sense in his head and convince him to change that ridiculous outfit". My sister said.

I left my wife and my sister in the kitchen making faces at the baby and I headed to the backyard wondering what kind of clothes my brother-in-law had worn to make my sister so upset with him. When I got outside, I caught him filling the inflatable pool with the hose. It didn't surprise me that his wife was angry. My brother-in-law was standing in the summer sun wearing nothing but a tiny swimsuit printed with the American flag that barely contained his enormous backside. He completed his outfit with some flip-flops a black backwards baseball cap and Ray-Ban Aviator sunglasses. His beefy back and thick legs glistened with sweat. My mouth went dry and I heavily swallowed. He looked hotter than I remembered. As soon as he saw me, he dropped the hose and ran to meet me. When he reached me, he gave me a big bear hug. I was quite a bit taller than him, but he still lifted me into the air and spun me around in his arms. He seemed genuinely happy to see me.

"What's up, brother! You look good! You've been hitting the gym?" He exclaimed.

I had been going to the gym, yes. I had a rather slender body and much less muscular than his, but it's true that I had managed to define my muscles quite a bit since the last time we had seen each other.

"Look who's talking! You're showing the fruit of your hard work at full display!" I teased him signaling to his husky body and rubbing the back of my hand over his wide furry chest. "Amanda seemed to really like the ensemble you've chosen for the occasion. Very patriotic."

"Ugh, I've already told her I'm not changing. I'm at my fucking house and it's hot as Satan's balls. I'm not going to put on a white shirt and khakis just to make her happy while I'm dying of heatstroke in a puddle of my own sweat." He complained.

I thought it was a good reason and I had no intention of arguing so I let it be. We started chatting about how was everything while moving furniture into place. After some time, our wives came out and we all chatted for a bit. Amanda tried again to convince George to change, this time looking for an ally in me, but it was futile. In fact, my brother in law remembered that he had a similar pair for me to wear. Amanda protested but my wife found it extremely funny so I went with it, knowing that I was out of trouble. We went into his bedroom so I could change. George rummaged through his drawers until he finally found it and handed it to me to try on. I held it out to examine it better and was pleased that it had a bit more fabric than his. They were swimming shorts that would reach a couple of inches below my butt and were much less tight. Without thinking twice, I undressed right there and put it on.

"Nice cock, bro," my brother-in-law said. I laughed because I assumed he was joking, but then he squeezed my package to check if the swimsuit fit well. "You filled them well. Especially on the front. You need to do more squats." Then he slapped my ass playfully.

We went outside again. I was sporting a semi that I could barely hide. My wife clapped when I appeared and my sister shot death rays from her eyes. To put some distance from us, she decided that it was time we started the grill while they prepared the salads in the kitchen. George was very particular with his grill so he didn't let me touch it. I just mixed the spices and sauces and enjoyed the view of my brother in law's backside. He turned to talk to me from time to time and every time I was staring at his flag covered ass salivating. I brought my sight up as quickly as possible but he smiled knowingly.

"You must be really enjoying the smell of the meat. You're practically drooling." He said. I nodded and agreed with him. "Or maybe you're hungry for something else?" He winked and pulled the elastic waistband of the speedo under his butt cheeks. His ass revealed pale and fuzzy. "Come have a taste of the burger buns." I wasn't gonna say no.

I kneeled behind him after confirming we were alone and dove between his glutes. I lapped his hole enjoying the ripe flavour of sweat mixed with the smokey aroma of the barbeque. He grunted as he enjoyed the rimjob and continued cooking the meat. I kept munching without a care when we heard the sliding door opening. I got up and pulled his swimsuit back in place. I just sat down on my chair when my wife appeared around the corner. I crossed my legs to hide the huge erection I was sporting. My wife was just checking how long until the meat was done. George talked with her trying to estimate an exact time and I noticed how he deliberately turned his back on her. My wife gave me a peck on the lips when the conversation was over and left us to our affairs, promising that we'd eat in ten minutes. As soon as she was out of sight, my brother in law turned around and showed me why he couldn't do that before. His dick has gotten so hard that it slipped through the limits of the tiny speedo and its whole head was showing, dripping clear precum against his thigh. To prevent awkward questions, he put on an apron that said "kiss the cook and continued grilling. I got up and placed myself behind him, making sure to press my boner against his ass.

"Kiss the cook, you say? Don't mind if I do". I whispered into his ear.

I kissed his neck and he left out a deep sigh. He leaned on me and moved his hips to meet mine. He turned his head and we made out with the sizzling noise of the grill as the soundtrack. My hands went under the apron and explored his throbbing boner. I scooped up a drop of his precum with my thumb and brought it to my mouth to taste it. It was thick and salty with a sweet touch. Completely different from mine. I found it delicious. We reluctantly got off each other and finished cooking our portion of the meal to join the rest of our family. During dinner, we kept stealing glances at each other, and my erection never subsided, so I wrapped a towel around my waist to hide it.

After finishing dinner, the women decided to assign us clean up duty while they entertained the kids. We tidied the table and brought the dishes to the kitchen where I began to wash them in the sink. My brother in law crouched beside me and pulled down my swimsuit to free my hard dick.

"I think I still have room for one last hot dog." And with that, he gobbled up my hog balls deep.

My legs weakened with the jolt of pleasure that ran through my spine and the plates on the sink clinked perilously. George gave me an enthusiastic blowjob while I soaped and rinsed. There was a window beside me where I could see our families playing and having fun. I felt a pang of guilt when my sister waved at me and I returned the greeting with a smile while my cock was being massaged by her husband's tonsils. Once I finished the dishes, I grabbed my brother in law's head and pushed my dick the deeper I could. He gasped for air when I released him and got up. We kissed quickly with an eye on the window and then, joined our wives outside.

"We're gonna be in my study. I want to show Al my new game set." My brother in law announced.

We rushed upstairs, ignoring my sister and wife’s complaints that the fireworks were about to start; we turned a deaf ear because what we had in mind was far more entertaining and exciting than a light show in the night sky. As soon as we reached the room, George closed the door and we were instantly naked, devouring each other’s mouths with unbridled passion. He opened a desk drawer and rummaged around until he pulled out a bottle of lubricant—which, he explained, he used to jerk off to porn during the rare moments he had to himself. He squeezed a generous dollop onto my steel-hard meat and then generously coated his hole. Resting his elbows on the desk, he arched his back and offered up his thick, fat ass; I couldn't hold back for even a second and aimed my missile straight at the target. The moment the head of my cock touched his entrance, I thrust decisively, burying my hard rod balls deep. He left out a deep grunt.

"Fuck yeah, man! Fuck me with that big dick!!" He moaned.

I delivered a series of long deep thrusts, reveling in the feeling of the walls of his tight hole caressing my prick every time I entred him. Every time my hipbone smacked against his ass, it sent ripples across his muscled glutes that got me hipnotized.

"God, I love your fat ass!" I exclaimed with my fingers dug into his hips. "It's so tight, it's squeezing me so good."

I felt that I wasn't gonna last too long after all our horny shenanigans during the afternoon, and the way his moans were growing higher-pitched left no doubt that he, too, was close. A bang from outside took my mind of that thought for a moment. The fireworks had started.

"Come by the window and fuck me harder stud." My brother in law said as he guided me by my cock.

We stood facing the window, looking out over the entire backyard. As I slid my erection back into his velvety depths, I could see our families enjoying the night’s spectacle. Fireworks lit up the night with color, the light spilling through the window and washing over our sweating bodies. A massive palm-tree-shaped firework illuminated the darkness just as my wife glanced toward the window; I waved and smiled at her while gently moving my hips to keep fucking my lover. I am certain that from below, we appeared to be nothing more than spectators enjoying the show, with the wall concealing the secret unfolding just below our waists. My wife waved back and turned her face away to keep watching the fireworks. As soon as I made sure no one was looking at us anymore, I grabbed George firmly by the shoulders and began thrusting hard. Given our position and the angle, my cock was pounding his prostate—blow after blow—turning him into a whimpering mess.

"Oh my god, YES!! Keep going! Im about to cum!" He shouted.

"Me too! You feel so good!!" I answered.

He gripped the window frame with both hands and I could feel his sphincter pulsing around my cock. I buried myself as deep as I could and began spurting hot loads of cum inside him while our bodies convulsed with pleasure. Our cries of lust were drowned out by the deafening noise of the fireworks' grand finale, and once silence reclaimed the night, we melted into a kiss as our breathing returned to normal and we recovered from the best orgasm of our lives. Our American-flag swim suits waited for us crumpled on the floor just steps away from our entwined bodies, witnesses of our forbidden affair.

[hornystud47yo]

[jocksidagain]

Getting your tongue into your friend's dad's hole is truly the crowning achievement of your little tug-of-war. Your friend's gonna have to pull out all the stops if he wants to get your dad's ass before the end of semester. Which is gonna be a toughie cause that dude is str8 with a capital 8.