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My eyes were glued to my client's sweaty ass in his tight athletic shorts as he finished the last set of today's workout.
A former football player, Brock already knew how to work out -- gaining muscle wasn't the issue. Now older, he wanted to slim down and lose the bulk he still had from his jock days -- my specialty. As a former baseball player in college, I'd transformed my own body with age to a slimmer, tighter physique that most older athletes were now trying to achieve.
"Great job, Brock," I assured him as he sat panting doggy style on the gym floor, "that's a wrap for today. Get some water and walk around the gym for a minute, and then we'll head to my office for your measurements."
Usually something we did before the workout, Brock had arrived really late today because of work, so we'd decided to get the workout done while the gym was still open and do the measurements after I locked up.
"Damn, my ass hurts," Brock said looking at me as he stood sweating on the gym floor as he squirted water from his bottle into his mouth.
"That was an amazing workout, man," I encouraged as I walked around turning off treadmills and putting up stray barbells. "We need to do these later workouts more often if that's the energy you're going to give."
I felt Brock's eyes follow me around the room as his body turned to whichever direction I was moving during my quick cleaning. As one of the two owners of the gym, I was the operational side of the business while my partner was the financial business arm. This meant long hours closing up by myself as we built up the gym to hopefully add even more employees soon.
"OK, let's head to my office and see how we've done," I said walking past Brock to the light switch and flipping the gym into darkness.
I could feel the heat coming off Brock's broad body as he followed me closely into the locker room. My office was intentionally built into the locker room to help give me access to my clients in private. Part of my regiment with these men was to pay close attention to their measurements and progress during their transformation, so it only made sense for me to have an office in the locker room like a coach would have.
I unlocked my office door and turned on the light before throwing my keys, clipboard and cell phone onto my desk. With no windows in the room, my office consisted of my desk against one wall and a scale and other measuring equipment against another. Besides a chair against the wall next to my desk, the only other seating was an armless leather chaise at an angle in the remaining free space. The furniture choice was intentional as I worked with big, muscle jocks that weren't built for tiny chairs with arms, and the leather was easy to wipe down.
"Fuck, I'm already sore," Brock whined in his deep, masculine voice as he walking into my office in only his jock.
I looked at the handsome husband and father as sweat glistened across his broad shoulders and round pecs. Brock was covered in a light dusting of black hair across his chest and down his firm stomach, but he was not overly hairy.
"I'll give you a rubdown after we record your progress," I promised as I gestured toward the scale.
Brock got on the scale and looked straight ahead at the wall covered with polaroids of my clients shirtless on their first day. He looked at his own picture and was deep in thought as I moved around his body with my flimsy measuring tape.
"I can't believe how fucking big I was," Brock finally said out loud like the thoughts in his head were a conversation between us.
"You look so good, stud," I replied quickly without thought.
"Stud, huh?" He responded with a smirk in his voice.
I'd never called Brock a stud before -- or any of my clients, but the word had escaped my mouth before I could catch it.
"Give credit where credit is due, right," I said followed by a nervous laugh as I continued my measurements.
"Thanks, Clint, "Brock said still looking forward at the wall. "I feel good again. I feel like I'm getting my mojo back."
I looked up and watched as he moved his right hand across his sweaty left pec. I knew what that comment meant -- Brock was feeling sexy again. This was a common thing when my clients really started to see the transformation. They had a new raw, sexual energy when they finally saw the change they'd been seeking.
I crouched behind Brock and wrapped the measuring tape around his thick left thigh. With his bare jockstrapped ass in my face and his intoxicating man musk filling my nose, my mind was starting to get cloudy as I felt my cock slowly moving in my own jock.
I put dropped the measuring tape to the ground without writing down his stats and placed my left hand on his left thigh. My right hand went rogue and cupped the bottom of his right butt cheek before slowly moving my hand up the sweaty mound of flesh.
I sensed Brock's head move to the right as he felt my hands on his body. He was surprised at my soft, deliberate touch, but he didn't protest or say a word. Instead, he bent slightly forward and pushed his ass toward me as an audible sigh escaped his lips. It was clear that Brock needed to be touched.
My hand moved to his other butt cheek and moved around slowly before stopping at the top of his crack. I could tell he was holding his breath in anticipation. He was waiting to see if my hand would make its way to his hole, and we both knew it. We now seemed to be communicating with our bodies and movements. We were completely in tune.
"Fuuuccckkkk," Brock moaned as my tongue slid across his tight, pink hole.
I don't think he breathed for a full minute, but Brock's ass was now pushing back into my face as my nose pushed deeper into his sweaty butt. His hand was quickly behind my head pushing my tongue deeper into his throbbing pussy. Fuck, he tasted so good.
"That's it, boy, lick daddy's tight fucking cunt," Brock moaned sternly as he took control. "Slide that tongue inside me, man."
I felt my cock oozing copious amounts of pre cum from my shaft as it soaked the front of my jock and athletic shorts. I was feeding as hastily as my tongue and mouth would move as I devoured his tasty hole. I'd eaten a lot of ass in my day, but Brock's big ass was the best thing I'd ever tasted before.
"Oh, good god, this is fucking intense, man," Brock continued his verbal assault. "I should've known you were a fucking faggot, but this is the best feeling in the fucking world."
Divorced with a son who lived with his mother, I had become a huge cock slut in my new life. While discreet and always with men that absolutely never wanted it known that they fucked around with men, my reputation as a straight jock was still intact. It's not that I give a shit, but I knew it would be the kiss of death with my key demographic if I was outed as an ass licker.
I slurped and slid in and around Brock's virgin hole. In my mind, I figured this was probably the extent of a one-time "slip up" for Brock, so I was surprised when he told me to get on the chaise after holding my head tightly to his butt.
I took one last taste before jumping up, practically ripping my jock and shorts from my body and laying on my back on the chaise. I didn't know what Brock wanted to do next as I watched him free his massive rod from his jock. He gave his thick, cut cock a few strokes before pushing his jock down his massive thighs to the ground.
His eyes locked with mine as he held his dick in his hand and slowly made his way to me. He stood looking down at me stroking as we kept eye contact. I stroked my own cock as I waited for him to speak.
"Not a word of this to anyone," Brock barked in a low voice. "I've never done this, and this doesn't make me a fag."
"Of course not," I said with my best expression to convey that it was crazy to think this would make him a fag. "You just need drain those big fucking balls, man. You need to release that seed."
That seemed to be enough for Brock as he nodded a quick approval and spit into his hand. He reached behind him and added his spit to the massive amount I'd already donated to his hole. I was in shock as I realized in my haze that this meant he was going to take my cock.
"Take it easy at first," Brock said with a stern face. "Then you can wreck my hole."
He stood on the chaise and slowly moved his massive body down into a squat over my leaking shaft. He held in hesitation for a minute before I felt his virgin hole touch the head of my dick. It felt amazing as his pussy slowly allowed my rigid cock to work its way inside against its warm, wet walls.
To my surprise, his tight hole swallowed my big dick all the way in as I felt his butt cheek against my balls. I was balls deep inside Brock's sweaty ass.
"Hold on," Brock barked down at me as I moved slightly.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to push in," I assured him. "Fuck yourself on my cock when you're ready."
I was careful with my words. I knew Brock needed to be in control. He wasn't a bottom bitch taking his trainer's cock -- in his mind he was the dominant jock using his fag trainer to get off.
It worked. He slowly began to move on my needy cock. Each thrust up my shaft was rewarded with a pleasurable ride back down, and Brock immediately loved the feeling. He couldn't hide how much he enjoyed my cock in his ass.
"Fuck yeah, Clint," Brock bellowed. "You feel so fucking good deep in my jock ass, boy."
His dirty talk was turning the heat up as we both got into the sweaty fuck with each thrust pushing us further into lust.
"Yeah, boy, fuck my big ass, man," Brock continued. "Fuck, I need that thick fucking cock to pound my ass. Give it to me, man. Pound. Me."
Soaked with my own sweat, a river of Brock's sweat was now flowing over my body as my cock jackhammered his tight hole from below. He was a natural bottom and it was obvious this would not be the last cock in his big ass. The muscle jock was now a needy bottom who would deny he liked being fucked until he absolutely needed a deep, primal gutting.
His eyes were starting to get very small as his head fell back and he pinched his own nipples while my cock jabbed his insides with force. He raised his head for a second before leaning down over me and putting his hands on the chaise on either side of my head. We locked eyes for a minute before they quickly rolled back in his head without warning.
"Fuuuuccccckkkk," he moaned with other unintelligible words as I hammered his hole.
His head quickly moved down toward me and I was surprised by his lips meeting mine before our tongues met in an intense battle. Our sloppy kiss was more than I could take. My balls were tight against me, and I knew I was about to load his pussy with a huge batch of warm cum.
Still kissing, Brock moaned into my mouth as he felt my seed fill his hole. I was somehow silent as my body convulsed with each shot deep inside the straight jock's battered insides.
His anus clinched against my cock as his body quickly gave way to the sensation of my subsequent soaking of his guts. He began to shoot an enormous load onto my chest and then across my lips and nose. The next forceful shot landed in my ear and onto the chaise as he continued to fuck himself with my cock as he worked every last drop out of his balls. No longer shooting cum, Brock continued to blissfully ride slowly up and down on my spent shaft.
A minute later, reality set in and Brock quickly slid himself off my hog and stood next to the chaise looking down at me. His gruff jock demeanor returned and his face looked conflicted.
"This was a one-time thing," was all Brock said before walking out of my office.
I cleaned up and waited to hear the sound of one of the showers starting but it never did. I walked out to the locker room, but Brock was gone. The shame of what we'd just done must've been too much. Still naked, I returned to my office and realized Brock's jock was still on the floor. I picked it up and held it to my nose.
"Fuck," I said after inhaling his musk deep into my lungs.
"He'll be back," a voice said behind me as I jumped and turned toward the door to my office.
My business partner, Nate, stood naked in the doorway stroking his cock with a smile.
"Fuck, man!" I yelled at him.
"Fuck is right," Nate said with a lustful expression on his face while he stroked. "That guy is now a giant muscle bottom."
Nate and I laughed out loud before I focused on his cock as he stroked in front of me. We'd never done anything together before -- Brock is also married with kids, but now he was standing in front of me jacking off after spying on our sweaty fuck session.
"What, you like cock now?" I asked in a surprised tone.
"Why don't you lay back down and let me experience the same feeling that guy just did," Nate said with deep, deliberate eye contact.
"You sure about this, man?" I asked giving him a final out.
"I want to ride your cock, Clint," was the last thing that came out of his mouth before the loud moans took over.
Summer gets hot here in Nevada. Brutal at times. Today was no exception as the mercury rose into the triple digits around noon and I was glad I hadn’t gotten a job yet so I didn’t have to go out into the burning desert clime.
This was at best a limited time reprieve as I graduated two months ago and was technically an adult even though I certainly didn’t feel like it at times. My dad was getting antsy about me needing to become my own man and leave the roost. Moreso, I think so that he could explore his own freedom once again. Mom had left us three years ago when she caught him cheating on her with a floozy he had run into while working security at the casino. Ever since he had been careful not to bring any more of the guests home with him, but he had already gotten a reputation among the neighbors courtesy of my mom’s smear campaign when she moved out.
He didn’t know it, but he became a bit of a legend among my buddies who were all impressed that he was freely being a stud, something that they all wanted to be. He developed into a model of study respect and I benefitted from it. I became a lot more popular since I was the alpha’s son.
It became regular occurrence that one of my buddies would drop by just to talk with Dad and collect some kind of cool points by being in his general vicinity. I think he caught on early on as he went out of his way to start working out more to impress the guys with his regained physique. Gave him some personal pleasure to see the next generation respecting him so much.
This also worked out to my benefit as he wasn’t so quick to lose his adoring fan base by removing the reason they had to visit…me.
On this particularly hot Saturday we were both reclining in his darkened man cave enjoying the A/C as we lounged in front of the TV wearing just our shorts. There was some action movie playing when the doorbell rang and I rose to answer it.
It was Zach, a guy who graduated with me who was basically out and about and decided to drop by and see what I was doing. I led him inside and closed the door to try and preserve the cool air. When he followed me to the den he caught sight of dad watching the movie and I heard him suck in his breath.
He mentioned that this was one of his faves as he droned a bit on how amazing Bruce Willis is as an actor. While I reclaimed my chair, Zach took a seat beside dad on the couch, his eyes never leaving my father’s hairy chest. Moments later he said that he felt overdressed and pealed off his own T-shirt which proclaimed that he was a UNLV fan.
As Zach leaned back I saw Dad do a quick sideways glance and then he asked me if I’d get him a cold coke from the fridge. As I rose to get him one he suggested I get my friend one as well. I looked at Zach who was still staring at the fuzz on my dad’s chest and I replied with a noncommittal sure.
I was only gone for a minute or two but by the time I returned, things had certainly changed. Bruce was driving a van through a veritable minefield with things exploding everywhere but neither dad nor Zach was aware of it.
Zach instead was running his shaky hand all over dad’s furry front and my old man was groaning in pleasure. I just stood there watching as my classmate flicked his thumb over dad’s left nipple causing a gasp from dad and a groan from Zach. Dad opened his eyes and stared at me before telling me to put those on the coffee table and sit down because I was beginning to kill his mojo.
I dutifully followed his orders as I watched Zach lean forward and flick his bright pink tongue out and make contact with my dad’s chest. As it dragged over his nipples, I heard Dad moaning as he wrapped his large calloused hands around Zach’s head and pulled him in tight to ensure he didn’t go away.
I saw Dad smile as he watched my classmate reach out with his young hands and wrap them around his chest as his head began a full on worship session across his hairy muscular chest. As Zach was swapping between nipples I saw Dad reach down with his free hand and undo the button on his shorts, unleashing a large club into the room. Once he had released the catch and dragged down the zipper, he ran the hand back on Zach’s shoulders as he slowly slid down my friends backside and into his shorts. Fingers were deftly finding their way into the waiting crack as Zach pulled off tit patrol and looked up into my dad’s eyes before grinning.
Resuming his worship of his idol, Zach went back to sucking nips before slowly sliding his face down the furry field before his nose found the thick patch which was now exposed. I saw Zach reach into my dad’s shorts and free a thick vibrating cock into the room.
I hadn’t thought of dad in these terms since the scandal which split him and mom up, so I was mildly surprised at the sheer volume of his cock as it bobbed in his crotch shaking to the beating of his heart.
Zach was speechless as he came face to cock with his hero and began to lick every square inch of it. His broad tongue slid up and down the length of the eight inch beast over and over until dad reached in his shorts and drew out a very impressive pair of balls as well. Zach stared at them in reverence before Dad told him to get them good and wet too.
Zach’s head bent down as he went to town licking them, the left one first then the right, turning his head as switched between them. Dad barked that he wanted them sucked and Zach did his best to comply. I saw his mouth open wide as the right one started to slide into his mouth while dad groaned in pleasure. Oh fuck, he muttered in bliss.
Just as quickly Zach released it and went to town on the left one. I saw it disappear inside Zach’s mouth then Zach’s cheeks caved in as he applied some suction accompanied by my old man’s groans.
Zach tried to get both inside but his mouth just wasn’t big enough to handle the task. While dad’s hard cock stood erect and leaking precum, my friend was enjoying the pleasure he was giving my dad.
Dad eventually told Zach that he did a good job on Daddy’s balls, but it was time to show him just how much he wanted Daddy to drown his throat in cum. Zach didn’t even falter as he wrapped his thin lips around the pulsing head of my dad’s cock and began a steady insertion of the cock into his mouth.
Zach looked up into dad’s eyes as he continued to force the beast into his mouth and then through the hole in the back as it slid into his already trained throat. Zach surprised me as expertly slid my old man’s crank almost completely into his mouth in one continuous gulp. He looked up at dad and winked as he brought his right hand up and played with the nuts that were right outside his mouth.
His audacity had the desired effect as dad grabbed his head and stood as pushed the remaining half inch into his mouth with a loud yell that he was going to fucking breed that smug throat.
Then dad suddenly locked up as his legs froze in place and Zach began gagging in earnest while my old man blasted his load down Zach’s throat. He repeatedly claimed how he was fucking breeding that smart mouth. The explosions on the TV were nothing in comparison to what was happening in our living room.
As dad finally stopped shooting he slowly withdrew and unceremoniously plopped down on the couch with his hardon still wavering in the air before him.
Zach leaned and ran his tongue up and down the shaft cleaning the remnants off before standing up and in one movement, slid his basketball shorts off, turned around to face me and with his hand between his legs, sat down on Dad’s lap capturing his still hard cock with his asshole.
Dad just laughed as he said the little faggot came prelubed! Then he gripped Zach by the hips as he forced the teen to take every inch of his staff. Zach gritted his teeth and groaned while dad shoved upward into him forcing a tight union at his hole. Zach gave me a look of victory as he raised his ass up and let gravity pull him right back.
Zach growled in delight while my dad muttered expletives about how fantastic that sweet ass felt wrapped around my cock. The couch started creaking as the two of them fell into a fuck routine which was making both of them very happy. After a few minutes of Zach riding my dad like a cowboy, dad told him to stand up and they turned around with Zach kneeling on the couch.
Dad recaptured his place and began to fuck my buddy from the doggy position they were in. Zach was repeatedly pressed to the porch window with his face placed against the warm glass where any passer by could see the contented young man’s face. As dad began to get close to his second orgasm, he told Zach to turn over onto his back as dad inserted once more while he lifted Zach’s legs onto his shoulders.
I was amazed at how muscular dad’s ass was as he pounded Zach into the couch. As he got nearer still, he leaned in and kissed Zach while his ass continued the pounding, I saw Zach’s arms encircle dad’s broad chest as he kissed Dad back, while dad’s balls contracted up into a massive cluster, just before he unloaded. His deep voice rang through our house as he bred Zach’s ass, unloading his second load of the day deep into my buddy.
They lay intertwined in each other’s arms like that for a few minutes. While the credits rolled I took in the results of this surprise coupling. Dad was a lot happier, the house felt much warmer and a scent of cum and sweat purveyed the room.
Dad got up slowly, detaching himself from Zach’s hole and cum covering the two of them was made evident. Dad gave Zach a smile and invited him to come clean up in his shower. While they bathed together, I went about cleaning what I could. I got the stench down to a slightly obnoxious odor and then sprayed the house with an air freshener. By the time I finished they had finally completed their bath, Zach left without saying bye to me and dad just reclaimed the couch now clean of cum.
As he changed channels on the TV, he told me that Zach had been eyeing him for months. I’m glad that boy finally found the nerve to do something. He said there were a few others out there that want to be owned by Daddy. I told him to tell them this Daddy is more than willing to take them. Looks like you are going to have to get a weekend job so I can be the true master cocksman I am. I love you son, but you weigh my game down.
My White Trash Uncle: Part 3
PART 2
I slowly felt my mind come to consciousness, rattled by the experiences I’d just had. My mind started to race, recalling everything that had happened, when I felt my pillow beneath my face and something tied around my eyes, wrists, and ankles. I fought against them, trying to break free when suddenly a weight jumped on top of me, holding me down.
“Good morning, sunshine. You were out just long enough for me to readjust your body the way I want. I hope you’re not too comfortable down there, because we are only just starting.” The familiar voice struck fear in me, and I tried to fight the restraints even more, as I did I felt a hard slap against the side of my torso as his hand landed against my skin. “Stop fighting, faggot. This is going to happen,” He barked as he slid himself down.
I could feel his naked body. His cock dragged along my spine as he slid his body down beyond my ass. He sat on my thighs as I felt something wet slide in between my cheeks and start to tease around my hole.
“I debated on using your cum as lube to fuck you, but I decided I’d let it be used to open you up. Stop fighting, I’m going to get exactly what I want. Do you understand?” He kept his fingers teasing my hole as he spoke.
His rough hands were teasing my hole, slowly pressing against it as I felt the slickness of my own cum being used. All of a sudden, I felt a finger slip into my hole. Sure, I was used to my butt plugs, but this was a different sensation. It hurt, and pain shot through my body at the sudden and unwanted intrusion. The invader kept finger fucking me, eventually working up to two fingers. As he got his second finger in me, he started turning his fingers in different directions, and he’d occasionally press what I’d assumed was my prostate. Causing me to moan into the pillows beneath me as he did.
I just recently came, and was still dealing with not being horny anyway, but with this stranger assaulting my throat and now my hole, I was even more ready for this man to be done. I didn’t want to get fingered right now, much less fucked.
He kept finger fucking me, until he could get three fingers into my hole. Suddenly, he pulled them all out and without warning, I felt his beard against my cheeks as his tongue started teasing and fucking my hole for a few seconds before he went back to his fingers.
“Are you ready for this, boy? I hope so, but I don’t really care, because I am.” The stranger said as he adjusted himself so that his cock head was pressed against my hole.
His cock felt even bigger than I remembered it being when it was in my mouth. I felt him slowly apply a steady pressure before suddenly his head slipped in, and I was suddenly overwhelmed with conflicting signals. This stranger was taking my cherry, he was raping me, I didn’t want this, but I needed his cock all of a sudden. The need started small, but was growing with each passing moment.
“That’s just a few inches. I’ve got a solid 9 inches you’re going to be taking to the hilt before I let you take my load in your hole.” He growled at me. He used his hands to grip my hips, and pulled me up even deeper onto his cock before slamming every pound of his weight into me, burying his cock all the way in one shove.
The pain was incredible, I started thrashing, trying to get the stranger out of me as he wrapped his arms around my chest, and held tightly onto me. Each time I’d try to fight him off, he’d moan in my ear, and I could feel his cock staying buried in my hole, and it kept twitching as it violated me. “Keep fighting me, boy, you only make your hole feel even better. I love how it squeezes in an attempt to get me out.” He snarled in my ear.
I felt him lift his hips, and his cock started to leave my hole, and right before the head pulled out, he stopped, propping himself up on his own hands. Then, he impaled me all the way on it again. He repeated this, each time he impaled me, I could feel myself getting closer to crying at the aggressive fuck I was receiving. As he wrapped his arms around my chest again, pulling himself close to me, I felt his lips start to kiss my neck, causing me to let out an involuntary moan.
“Good boy. I knew you’d start to enjoy it.” He whispered into my ear as he started grinding into me. He stayed like this for a few minutes, occasionally making his cock twitch in my hole, causing my hole to clench down involuntarily. “Maybe if we keep doing this, you’ll be able to milk a load out of me. How’s that sound?”
I didn’t respond. There was nothing I wanted to tell this man other than to let me go, but I knew if I fought I’d only be making this worse for me.
He propped himself up, and pulled out. As he did, I could feel my hole try to keep his cock in me and when he pulled out. I felt his weight leave the bed as he shuffled around for something, I heard some zippers, something sounded like a bottle opening as he straddled my back again. He reached around, closed one of my nostrils, and held something to the open one.
“Inhale. They’re poppers. They’ll make this easier for you, which will make it easier for me. Don’t exhale until I tell you.” He ordered.
I did as he told me to, holding the hit in as I heard him close the bottle and get back in position with his cock at my hole. I heard him hock a loogie onto my hole, and then his hands gripped my throat tightly.
“You can exhale whenever you want, when you can.” He said, before he slammed his cock into my hole right to the hilt, burying himself until his bush was grinding my cheeks again. I couldn’t exhale, of course. His hands keeping too tight of a hold around my throat.
His pace picked up. I could feel his cock sliding in and out of me, the sound of his balls slapping my ass echoed in my room, and I desperately tried to exhale. It must have been over a minute, maybe almost 2 since he’d started choking me, and suddenly he slightly released his grip. As soon as he did, I exhaled around half of what I was holding in before he choked me again.
I felt the poppers take effect as blood rushed through my ears, my heart beating in my chest sounded like drums in my ears instead. My hole opened up, and the pain and discomfort of the assault suddenly became something different.
A moan left my lips as he shoved himself all the way into my hole, and my cock started to twitch. When he pulled out next, I let out a whimper, suddenly feeling empty, only for him to slam his cock back into me with his hands still tightly around my throat.
He released my throat, putting his hands onto my hips, and started to jack hammer me harder than he had been my hole opened up even more.
He fucked me violently, aggressively, for what felt like hours. I could feel beads of sweat dropping from him and landing on my back, I cold hear his breathing, I could smell his musk filling my sense of smell. The entire time he fucked me, I moaned, I got covered in goosebumps, I lost myself in the pleasure that the poppers allowed me to feel as long as I could.
The assailant picked up the pace, fucking me harder, deeper, and faster than he had yet as his cock felt like it was getting even thicker.
“FUUUUU—-TAKE MY LOAD YOU FUCKING FAGGOT! YOU CHEAP FUCKING WHORE! LETTING A STRANGER—-FUUUU——FLOOD YOUR CUNT WITH THEIR LOAD” He yelled. I guess he didn’t have reason to care who heard him in my apartment building, since I was the one getting fucked.
As I felt his load fill my guts, shot after shot, my own cock started to spasm, shooting a load into the mattress beneath me, causing my hole to spasm. “Good boy,” he said “Milk every last drop from my cock.” I could almost hear the grin in his voice.
He collapsed on top of me. His sweaty body smothering me. After a few minutes, he got off of me, and I felt his weight leave the bed right as I heard a phone start to ring. It must have been his, since I didn’t recognize the ring tone.
He answered “Hey bro. Long time no talk. What’s up?”
The voice on the other end inaudible
“Well, it’s been a long fucking time. Think it matters if he doesn’t remember me?” He inquired to the silent voice on the other end.
“Alright, I’ll tell him you said you and I talked, you and I came to an agreement. Yeah, yeah….of course…okay, text me his address. Thanks for calling bro.” He said before hanging up.
“Well, fag. I’m going to go run a few errands. I need to go meet someone. I’ll be back in 2 or 3 hours. No need for you to move, I’m keeping you just like that. Your ass is beautiful with my load dripping out of it, by the way.” He said as I heard a distinct noise from his phone letting me know he was taking pictures. “You know, for the spank bank,” he said.
I heard him get dressed & leave my apartment, closing the door behind him. I tried to think of everything I could do to get help. I could yell, or thrash about and hope that someone would hear me. If I fell or somehow took the mattress off the bed frame, I’d fall with it and there’s no telling how we’d land. Within 60 seconds of him leaving, I knew there was no point in putting up a fight.
And then I heard the front door open again. Much sooner than even 30 minutes. Hell, I had no real sense of time, but it seems that it was less than 5 or 10 minutes even.
“Well well well, who do we have here?” The familiar voice said as he entered my room.
“I’m going to untie you, you’re going to stay blindfolded and those cuffs will stay on your ankles and wrists, in case I need to restrain you again. We’re going to be walking to your living room, and we’re going to have a chat.” His voice dripped with cockiness this time. He was true to his word, and he guided me to my living room. I heard him strip down before ordering me to kneel, and he clipped my arms behind my back again, and clipped my ankles together. I could feel his legs on either side of my body as he sat down, his heat radiating and his musk started to take over my senses again.
“I’ve got some news for you. I need you to listen closely and figure out what I am telling you. That phone call you heard was from my estranged brother. I haven’t seen him or my family in decades, and I hadn’t seen his son since he was a toddler. Well, my brother called and told me his son moved to this city recently, and that maybe I could ignore our personal history as brothers and build a relationship with his son, so he wouldn’t’ have to fend for himself. So when I got to my car and entered the address, it said I was already at the apartment complex, and even in the correct apartment.” He told me.
Wait. What the fuck. Was he saying he’s my uncle? That couldn’t be. Could it? My cock started to get hard.
Suddenly, I felt him remove the blindfold from my eyes. As my vision adjusted to the brightness around me, there he was. The stranger I’d been messaging on the apps since I’ve moved here.
“That’s right, boy. Not only did you finally get your cherry taken, but your uncle is the one who fucked you like a cheap whore and bred your hole. Small world, huh?” He grinned at me. I gulped.
“There’s going to be some changes going forward. I don’t care if you agree or not, because you’ll love the adjustments eventually. Go ahead, crawl on in between my legs even closer, bury your face in my crotch, I want you to inhale your uncle’s scent while I tell you everything I’m going to do to you and how I plan on owning every aspect of my nephew.”
He leaned back, put his hands behind his head, and before I could hesitate, my face was burning in his crotch, huffing his musk, and my cock dripping precum onto the floor.
True Story Time
When I was back at university I was bored one evening and so I logged on to hook up app, found there was a guy who was less then a mile away. I messaged him and I found out he was staying at a nearby hotel.
We chatted back and forth, swapped photos and both eager to have some fun, I got cleaned up and headed out for 9:00pm. He met in the foyer of the hotel, he squeezed my cheeks in the hotel lift, he wet two fingers and inserted it between my cheeks teasing me.
We got to his hotel room and we wasted no time and started to passionate kiss, at this time I was 27 and he was 34. We got undressed and made out more on his bed, he told me to get on all fours so he could take some time to rim my hole.
He pulled my cheeks and slowly rimmed my hole, using various motions including a star motion. He soon started finger my hole getting it nice and loose, then he told me to hang over the edge of the bed so I could force his cock down my throat.
His cock was 7 inches but quite thick, I choked at first but he loved it. Soon he was skull fucking my throat. He switched me back to all fours, applied some lube and gave me some poppers.
He slowly pushed in his cock as I sniffed the poppers, I didn’t have much issue and soon he was fucking me but I soon realised he didn’t put a condom on. I love the feeling of a raw cock in my tight cunt, he pounded my hard slow to begin with but he went hog wild and taking moments to passionately kiss.
We switched into different positions but my favorite was missionary position because it allowed us to kiss but also I can see the look on his face when he came.
It was amazing experience hooking up with a random guy, I stayed overnight and he fucked me again in the morning. I walked back to my student accommodation with his cum from the both sessions, it was so fucking hot.
True story
One day, I was feeling extra horny and I knew my toys and hand wouldn't be enough, so I cleaned myself up and headed to a bathhouse.
I arrived at the bathhouse, paid my entrance fee, and brought some poppers. The locker area is a good chance to see who is coming in and leaving. I always start with a quick shower before heading deeper into bathhouse.
Normally, I head to try to find empty a booth and wait naked face down, but today I decided to try something different, I thought I would go to the sauna room, which is next to thr jacuzzis.
There were already a couple of guys in the sauna, one with a towel over his lap but I could see the outline of his cock. I would say he was about in his late 30s, quite stocky and shaven head. From the outline his cock looked hard and it was long.
The second man was naked with his towel over his left shoulder. He was around in his 60s, bit of dad bod with a bit of meat on his belly, which doesn't bother me. His dick was very hung. It looked 6 inches, and it wasn't hard yet, but his were low hangers.
I sat across from them and kept my towel on. Both men were chatting when I entered. After a minute, I dropped my towel because I was relaxing.
The older guy was soon eyeing me up and stroking his hung cock, he nodded me to come over. I moved towards him, laying myself on the woodened bench so my ass was facing upwards. I started to tease his cock, starting with my tongue around the head.
I felt his hand stroke my hair and saw him lean back to relax, I fiddled with his balls as I started sucking more and more of his dick. I heard him moan, so that told me he was enjoying my sucking skills. I looked towards another guy who was now wanking his cock. He came over and whispered in the older guy's ear, asking if we could take this to one of the larger booths.
All three of us left the sauna and headed to Big Booth, which was lucky for us it was empty. I was back on my knees as I started sucking their cocks, I started with the younger guy, his cock was a struggle at first because it was long and curved. I took turns on their cocks, they had the poppers up my nose constantly. At one point, the older daddy guy started to explore my hole with his tongue and fingers.
He was such a pro, I was moaning as I sucking on the other guy's cock. Daddy's fingers exploring my hole, commenting on how tight and sweet it was before giving my cheeks a few smacks.
Soon, I felt something cold on my hole he was applying some lube, and then I felt the pressure of daddy's cock enter my hole. It was painful at first, but he was determined. The younger guy I was sucking placed the poppers under my nose, and I took a big hit.
I felt the pop of a cock fully entering my hole and it was amazing experience, I felt so full as daddy's cock stretched me out, his thrusts started slow, the other guy had both of his hands on my head slowly moving me up and down on his cock, with every now and then placing the poppers under my nose.
The guy behind me started to pick up the pace, and soon, I was fully in a split roast with both guys fully going hard on my mouth and ass. It was amazing. They soon swapped around, the second guy wasn't as thick but his longer cock definitely pushed in deeper.
I could taste a combination of pre-cum and ass juice on daddy's cock, he held my head in one position so he could skull fuck me, he was making gag so much I was drooling on to the floor. After 10 mins of being split roasted in different positions with one me riding daddy's cock as the other guy stood in front so I could suck his cock.
Soon as daddy announced he was going to cum, as I rode his cock he slammed hard into my worn out hole. I felt his cum fill my guts, he kept going until every drop was in me.
The second guy wanted to cum on my face so he pulled out of my mouth and masturbated on my face, he had thick load which covered my face. I rubbed his cum into my mouth, swallow every drop. They thanked me, and both left as I collapsed onto the bed.
They left the door ajar, I lay there face down with cum leaking out of my ass, I was going to give myself a moment to recover but suddenly I heard footsteps and the lock of the door, I turned around and saw another daddy type guy with a nice, thick cock.
He commented how hot I sounded and that my mouth and ass must have been properly used. He said he wanted sample my ass too.
I was tired but I am good slut so I positioned myself to arch my back and lifting my ass upwards. He licked the cum coming out my ass before inserting his cock, he had no issue going in deep straight away.
He mounted me and didn't waste time because he was soon pounding my ass. He called slut and whore, he soon positioned me so I was face down, he pushed my head into the bed and continued to fuck me hard. His cock must have been 8 inches and thick, after what felt like a lifetime he came in my ass, adding to the previous load. He smacked my ass as he pulled out and left without a word.
As he left, I was just getting up to leave too so I could relax but there was another guy stood at the entrance stroking his cock through his towel. I couldn't say no, I must have taken at least 4 more guys before I left. I limped home with a sore ass, but a big smile on my face.
I had an interesting experience today, not naming the store, but we will do a weekly shop but decided to whisper in my ear as we are getting out of the car.
"Before we head into the store properly to do our shopping, I need a favour from you," he said, I replied sure what is it?
"We are going into one empty cubicals in the toilets and you need to drain me dry."
I was shocked, but it turned me on, so we exited the car and walked into toilets. We tried to be careful, and we managed to sneak in, and we didn't waste time. He unzipped and pulled down his pants. He was already hard, I got on my knees and started sucking.
We were carefully not to make any noise, and we tried to make it quick. It wasn't long before I saw his balls tighten, and he came in my mouth. It is both a scary and exciting experience to suck cock in a public spot.
We left the toilet carefully and carried on with our day.
My buddy Mick and I planned a big blow out road trip to happen the summer after we graduated. We both realized we weren't going to college somewhere in our sophomore year so we decided to at least have some big blast before we got tied down to the lives our folks lived.
We both got jobs working after school and weekends, me at the grocery store stocking shelves and unloading the daily deliveries while Mick hit it big at the Burger King as a grill cook.
Mick's uncle bought him a beat up car and my dad taught us how to repair it and restore it to a reliable mode of transportation. Usually one of the weekend mornings would find us at my dad's garage changing the oil or spark plugs or something as we became mechanics under his tutelage. Towards the middle of April during our senior year, it went a bit further as he actively helped in the planning of the trip as well. Mick said he thought dad was thinking about stowing away with us but I knew it was just his way of keeping tabs on where we'd be. Still it was nice.
Turns out things would change one early Saturday morning. Mick had come over to get a full fluid check on the Blue Beast, and we were kinda stuck as to what we needed to do. We headed inside to get dad only to find that he wasn't up yet. Not letting something like this go by without having a little fun, we barged into his bedroom to wake him up.
Turns out he was having a delightful dream and I discovered that Dad slept in the nude. Well I quickly back pedaled out of his bedroom but not quickly enough. Sensing that I was highly embarrassed by his nakedness, he turned the tables on me and told us to get our butts back in there.
We slunk back in there to find his eyes twinkling as he smiled over our discomfort. He made a point of exposing himself even more then asking if this bothered us? He then quickly added that we should get over it if we were going on a full month road trip together. We were bound to be naked in front each other more times than we knew.
As he surveyed our worried faces he grinned even broader before asking if we had made any solid choices yet as graduation was only a month off. We both started telling what we had decided on and in the confusion Dad raised his arms over his hairy chest and called us quiet before telling me to go fetch the maps and tour guides so we could do this right.
I gave Mick a grin as I sucked out to my bedroom and collected all the paraphernalia we had so far. I grabbed the guides and headed back to Dad's bedroom only to come to a complete stop when I breached his doorway.
There before me lay my Dad grinning like a Cheshire cat while my best friend was kneeling on the bed between his spread legs with his face buried in his crotch. Dad looked up when he heard me return and said that I shouldn't be surprised. I figured out your buddy liked dick years ago. I just never called him on it. Now that he's eighteen, all bets are off.
I just simply asked if he'd ever played with one as big as mine and he shook his head no. I told him he should try it out to see if he could handle one this big. Turns out... Ahhhhh... He can.
Why don't you get over here and give him a hand with my huge nuts? They like being stroked and rolled like a favored pair of dice. You should get some practice in too because I see a lot of cock in you two's future. Hell, gay men, straight men, butch guys, all enjoy the service of attractive young guys like you. I'm thinking you'll be blowing guys before the first leg of your road trip really gets started. Just remember, watch out for cops. I can't afford to come bail your asses out of jail. Now let's see what you two can do. Suck it!
I palmed Dad's big balls as Mick hoovered that thick shaft down between his lips. I was entranced by his suctioning ability and lost myself watching my buddy going to instant adulthood with my old man's cock in his mouth. As he swiveled his head on his neck his hand cranked the remainder of the shaft as he bobbed up and down.
It was so incredible to watch I almost didn't hear dad tell me that his balls were feeling rather dry. I should be using that tongue to do something besides talk back at him. I snapped out of the sexual fugue I was in and began running the broad surface of my tongue over his large hairy balls. The skin was salty and warm and drove me on to make him feel the best I could. I heard my dad groan in ecstasy as he clamped a hand around the back of my head and pulled my mouth up close to get a full sample of his fragrant cojones. I switched back and forth between sucking his left and right ball into my mouth while Mick's face kept rubbing against my own as he continued swallowing my dad's dick.
I felt dad's hand go rigid as he pulled my face tightly against his balls. When I felt the nuts become a hard cluster under my tongue I looked up to see Mick's eyes open wide as Dad unloaded into his throat. Neither of us could pull our heads back as my old man unloaded what had to have been a weeks worth of jizz. It leaked out around Mick's mouth and dripped onto my nose and upper lip. When my head was released, I snuck a taste and decided that my dad had some of the best tasting spooge in the town.
When he finally got his breath back he told us that sucking dick was a definite prerequisite, but I can promise you that most of the men you two will meet will want to explore those nice and firm asses. Nothing in this world like a firm boy ass wrapped around your hard crank.
Then he pulled out a bottle from his bedside stand and told us this is lube. It will be your new best friend. Now strip. Both of you. Mick was first to be naked and as such Dad just ran his fingers up his crack like he was considering it's ripeness. As he slid his middle finger into the crack and traced across Mick's hole, my buddy moaned in pleasure.
Dad just chuckled as he rubbed it again before squirting a dollop of lube onto the hole and pushed it inside with his fingers. As his fingers inserted into Mick's ass, my buddy arched his back and howled. Dad just muttered that this was gonna need more ammo and he reached over to his night stand and retrieved his phone.
He pressed a button and shortly was talking to someone as he finger fucked Mick. " Yeah, Carl, this is Jeff. Remember that bet I made with you concerning David? Well turns out I was definitely right and you owe me a six pack of my choice.
I got him and his buddy here right now. Yeah the hot one with the fuck me ass. I'm about to do just that. I need someone to take care of Dave's training as well and since I know Shirley and been giving you any pussy, I figured you'd wouldn't mind helping me out. Hell yeah I'm serious. Get your body ass over here and teach my boy how to please a man."
As he hung up he went back to fingering Mick as he told me the neighbor would be right over. Do me proud boy!
Two minutes later there was a knocking at the back door and I went to let him in. Carl was there with an excited grin on his face and a huge bulge in his shorts. He didn't say a word as he stepped in and closed the door. He turned around and gave me a passionate kiss by the stove before Dad hollered for him to join him in his bedroom.
As Carl escorted back to Dad's room, I saw that Mick was now on his knees with his face buried in a pillow as Dad had penetrated his hole with his hardon and was giving his ass a slow grind.
Dad tossed the lube to Carl as the scrawny neighbor quickly removed his clothes. I learned that you couldn't always judge someone by what you thought you saw. On the outside, I would've thought that Carl was a nice guy with a small dick and scrawny frame. Not exactly my cup of tea.
Turns out he was a lean guy with a fuzzy chest and an eight inch hog that grew obscenely when erect. He smiled at my amazement while he greased his pole with the lube before beginning his descent into my hole. As his fingers began invading my hole, I heard Mick groaning loudly. I looked over at him to see my Dad buried completely in him and pushing his thickness in and out with his hips.
Dad told Carl that it wasn't every day you get to pop a cherry, so enjoy it. I felt Carl's weathered hand slap across my ass cheek as he decided to go for broke and poked into my ass. It was tight and hurt like hell as he told me to open the fuck up. Then I heard Dad say to pretend I was taking a shit and I pushed a little as Carl slid in through my ring and became the first guy to claim me.
The sensation took my breath away as Carl collapsed across my back as he continued to steadily press into my guts. He moaned as his cock went in further. The pain was intense as my insides were being spread wide open, but I knew that the end result was going to be worth it.
I focused on taking more and more of Carl in me. When I felt his balls rub against my hole I let out a sigh and then noticed that Mick was bouncing beside me on the bed under Dad. I turned my head to my buddy as I saw Dad lean over and kiss his cheek before turning his head and go for an all out french. I had seen him and mom kiss before, but I couldn't really recall Dad being this passionate as he tongue wrestled my buddy.
A sudden jab brought my attention to the neighbor who had pierced the entirety of my ass with his pole. He shoved his arms into my pits and pinned me on the bed as he began to fuck me. Slowly at first, I felt his cock pulling out of me taking my insides with it until he'd stop squirt some more lube and push back in. A few more slides like this and his cock was now king of my ass.
I heard him growling as he began a steady pumping motion as he gave my ass a grand inaugural fuck. I heard him and Dad talking but I was concentrating on not being a disappointment to Dad. When I heard the slapping, I quickly realized that it wasn't my ass that Carl slapped and I turned my head to see him and Dad exchanging high fives.
At this point I felt Carl grasp my hips as he began a steady thrusting as he began to fuck me in earnest. From my side vision I saw Dad doing the same thing with Mick. The groaning changing over to growling as Dad and Carl were reaching orgasm point.
As the bed underneath us squeaked in rapid thrusting complaint, the two older men were giving full notice of their impending cum. Dad succumbed first as he howled while his legs locked in a painful looking pose. He unloaded deep up Mick's guts and within twenty seconds Carl joined him as I felt his hot cum burst out his cock and bathe my guts.
They collapsed up on us as they finished and held us in their arms. I didn't notice it, but sometimes there, I came as well as there was a pool of sperm under me. When everyone had calmed down, it was determined that we had a lot more to learn in order to give Canton a good reputation among horny men everywhere. Fortunately Dad and Carl were more than willing to give us the much needed training. In fact their friends were also brought in to share the load of teaching. We even got the mayor's seal of approval since he was second cousin to Carl.
For his 25th birthday, Tim was allowed to choose all the activities, so long as it culminated in a dinner celebration at the roof top restaurant, Under the Stars, where his friends were planning a major fete in his honor. He was more than amenable to this unplanned day of fun and catering to his whims. And I was glad for it.
It started out with my cell phone nudging me awake before him so I could get his day started with a cup of his favorite cinnamon flavored cappuccino along with fresh baked croissants that finished in the oven just as he came out of the bedroom, rubbing the sleep out of his bright blue eyes. He muttered 'Good Morning' as I kissed him with a smile on my face while our naked chests molded into each other. God I loved this man!
I placed his beverage before him on the breakfast nook before transferring the hot baked goods from the oven to the cheesy plate emblazoned with Happy Birthday on it. I sang a quick chorus of Happy Birthday and ended it with another kiss. He thanked me before digging into the breakfast treat.
As we shared the breakfast, I asked him if he had his day planned out yet and he smiled and asked me if we were really going to do this? I confirmed the plans and his face released a happy grin as he squealed with delight and said he wanted to start with a lazy walk through the park holding my hand followed by a workout at that new gym he'd been hearing about.
I told him that it wasn't a new gym. It was just under new management with a new name, but we would go wherever he desired as it was his birthday. He told me he wasn't sure yet where he wanted to do lunch, but it would be somewhere he could show off his amazing ass and he stood and shook his bubble butt at me. I laughed and said that I was sure wherever there were men would suffice. The more muscular, the better.
He laughed and told me that I knew him so well.
We grabbed a shower together and almost ended up abandoning the days events right then, but I calmed things down and reminded Tim that his adoring public was awaiting the opportunity to celebrate his birthday with him. He smiled as kissed me again and tweaked my left nipple.
We found ourselves casually strolling through Riverfront Park hand in hand enjoying the early morning scenery. Lots of fauna present as birds were everywhere and a special appearance of a red fox as it darted to the underbrush near the pond. Of course Tim was the unannounced star of the grounds as all eyes took in his toned body that was barely covered in his hip hugging shorts and his colorful tank top announcing that it was his birthday with a colorful cake design.
I could see smiles forming as the people read his top and a number of the folks wished him greetings. The mood was spoiled briefly when a group of gruff looking fellows caught an eyeful and wanted to give the birthday boy a kiss. When he declined they changed the offer to spanking the birthday boy for luck.
We made a concerted effort to leave that section of the park quickly and afterwards shared a good laugh at the surreal feeling of the whole thing. I guess we should have taken the hint that had been given us.
We left the park and strolled up the street to Chuck's Center, the gym that Tim wanted to try out. He was always into trying out new places to work out as he wanted to find a place that had the right ambience as well as all the equipment he enjoyed using to keep his form in top shape. Personally I knew he liked showing off his attractive body to guys and he got a bigger thrill in seeing them react to him than any set of weights or fancy treadmill.
I paid for our entrance into the dimly lit workout center as Tim perused the clientele. Yeah, he wasn't here to build muscle, but to raise some... All below the belt. After being processed, we stepped back to the changing area where we placed our backpacks into a locker before we ventured out onto the floor. Tim was still feeling like the king of the world in his birthday tank and his bright shirt shone like a beacon in the subdued gym.
As Tim began things by stretching by the treadmills, I took a moment to survey the other guys, as I normally don't frequent places so downtown as this. There were a number of gruff rough looking guys there working out. With a decided lean towards minorities and I couldn't help but think back to the prison porn I used to watch when I was exploring the gay culture. They scared me, I won't lie, but also I found them titillating as well.
Tim on the other hand was oblivious to the danger we might be in. He finished stretching and began using a treadmill. As his toned legs flexed in his fast walking his taunt bubble butt wiggled back and forth teasing a growing crowd of onlookers.
Well Tim had found a new fan base who appreciated his sculpted ass. Well, no harm in having folks admire the work of art you own. I walked over to Tim and kissed him, just to remind these guys that he's with me. Tim smiled and then did something I hadn't seen coming. He raised his water bottle up and grabbed a drink. Only he not only drank, he slid the bottle in and out of his mouth a couple of times.
The effect was immediate as I heard deep grumblings of pent up sexual frenzy as the guys watched this. Jesus, Tim was now teasing them. This could be more dangerous than he realized.
He slid over to the weight bench and started to do some lifts. I saw he was starting out rather boldly as he decided to begin at his upper limits instead of working his way up. I walked over to spot for him but was intercepted by this huge guy with lots of muscles and sweat who told me in no uncertain terms to beat it, as he was here first.
He was easily four inches taller and fifty pounds fuller and his gruff appearance told me that he didn't like to share his toys. Not wanting to cause a scene, or adding a hospital visit to Tim's birthday events, I chose to step aside and allow him to assist my baby.
I grabbed a couple of wrist weights and began to pump iron while watching the behemoth helping Tim with the bar. I just simmered in my frustration as I watched the giant bending over my man, allowing his bulky junk to continually rub across Tim's chest and smiling face. Catcalls from the others urged Clyde to help the fellow live up to his potential.
As Tim finished up with the weight lifting Clyde read his tank top and said in a gravelly voice,"Happy Birthday! You looking to become a real man today?".
Tim just smiled and thanked Clyde for his help and without thinking gave him a peck on the cheek. I figured that we were both on our way to the hospital for sure, but Clyde just blushed and grinned and said he'd give him something to really kiss, then he walked off to his buddies who were all hollering like a redneck party.
I considered the fact that we were here because Tim wanted to explore on his birthday and decided to keep my mouth shut unless I ruin his special day. I followed his lead as he tried out other equipment on the floor, fully aware that the other members weren't even being covert in their watching of Tim's body bending and exposing different angles into his clothes.
When we finished, Tim moreso than me, we headed back to the locker room where Tim proclaimed that he needed a shower after such a workout. I was at our locker retrieving towels and told him I'd be right in as he headed to showers.
Before I could dial in the code on our lock I felt a strong hand grip my shoulder and spin me around. It was Clyde, of course, and he wanted to talk with me. As I looked up into his eyes he told me that I needed to find something to do for the next hour or so.
He flexed his arms as he told me that he had unfinished business with the sexy birthday boy and it just so happens he's got a candle for him to blow. It's a special one as the more it's blown the taller it gets until it explodes a big blast of cum. I think the birthday boy needs to reap his reward for a remarkable workout, don't you?
After he gets his treat I plan on showing him what the sauna can do, especially for tight muscles, like the one tween his legs. Then he pulled down his shorts to reveal a beer can thick cock complete with a dark brown hood and told me that the next time I saw that ass, it was going to be stretched so wide that this can enter it. I just gulped as I saw the monster twitching in front of me.
He then told me it would be to my benefit not to try anything stupid as he welcomes my my boy to the world of real men. Got it?
Then he turned back to the showers and marched off. As I sat there contemplating my options, I heard them disappearing as a gruff voice sang Happy Birthday. Instead of 'Happy Birthday Dear Tim' I heard the adlibbed line of 'Take it all the way, sexy fucker'. Then I heard slight gagging noises as Clyde began grunting.
I slipped back to see what was going on just to see Clyde standing over Tim as he knelt on the shower floor with a dark thick cock plunging into his mouth. I watched this silently for a half minute before looking up and seeing Clyde staring daring into me.
I stepped back into the locker room area as Clyde's buddies were coming into the locker room. I heard one say that there's the cuck, where's the teasing piece of ass?
This provoked laughter until Clyde's unmistakable grunting gave way to a bellow. One guy said that it must be time sauna time, boys. You know what that means. In unison the group hollered 'Train Time!"
As the guys filed back out, a couple slapped my cheek lightly and one said that he didn't know how I knew it was Clyde's birthday, but this will be the best he's had in years.
As I tried to wrap my head around what was just told, Clyde led Tim out of the shower, both completely nude and Clyde's semi hardon pointing the way as they headed out to the floor. I tried to stop them as they were naked and Clyde said it was his gym, he'd be naked if he wanted to. Besides, I already locked the doors.
I said that this was Chuck's Center and he stopped and said his name was Charles Clyde Weston. You'll be hearing your boyfriend moan it later. A lot. Then they went right on through the doors.
I followed to find the gym floor empty and a pile of gym clothes outside the steam room. Before I opened the door I heard the guys inside sing Happy Birthday to Clyde. As I nudged the door open I saw Clyde sitting on a bench smiling like a berserk fiend as Tim was bouncing up and down on his lap obviously impaled on that weapon I had seen earlier.
The group were clapping in rhythm as Tim rose up and lowered his hole around the thick cock invading him. Over and over this repeated until Tim had finally been opened up enough that the clapping had gone from a slow pace to a steady applause as my man became the ultimate party favor. After a time the applause died out as I saw the guys were now using their hands to stroke their cocks in full worship.
As one guy stood and approached Clyde while jerking his dick, Clyde growled and pushed Tim forward so that his upper body was leaning forward towards the brave man. Tim saw the hard cock and in his lust infused existence opened wide and sucked the throbbing member before him. In no time I heard the guy going wild as he came in Tim's mouth.
This started a steady stream of guys stepping up and getting their balls emptied by the birthday favor. There were a half dozen guys in there and they all drained their spunk into Clyde's new fuck toy. I shot my load somewhere in the sexual frenzy as the guys took turns filling my boyfriend's belly with spunk. When they each had their fill of Tim's mouth, they retook their seats and urged Clyde to breed his bitch.
Clyde's eyes narrowed from the vulgarity and raw passion as he gripped Tim about the waist and stood up without disconnecting from his ass. He told Tim to kneel on the bench as he got the perfect angle to power fuck my man. The sweat and low lights made it feel like a scene out of the Inferno as Clyde began pounding away at Tim's hole. He didn't hold back anything as he rode my baby like a disposable hooker. I could hear the gutteral moans as Clyde and his revelling friends got close to a final group orgasm. Clyde was cussing as he his ankles lifted his legs into the air while his balls bunched up at Tim's ass. Suddenly Clyde let loose with a sound I can only describe as a moose call on steroids as he flooded Tim's guts with his hot seed claiming him to depths I could never hope to reach. Meanwhile his bellowing coaxed his buddies to come all over him and Tim's back as they shot their loads.
After the moment finally finished, Clyde helped Tim to his feet and asked him if he came as well and Tim just grinned as he pointed to a large pool between his feet. Damn! I never caused that big of a load. The group then left the steam room, which was smelling like it had actually been fucked, and headed back to the showers to wash up.
We got cleaned up, Tim moreso as he had seven guys scrubbing him, and dressed before exiting into the afternoon sun. I suddenly realized that we needed to hurry to make it to Tim's birthday dinner. I told him that some guests were going to be there and his eyes perked up.
We made it home in time to change into something festive before driving to the restaurant where we were in time to celebrate with our friends and Tim's parents. He was so surprised to see them he rushed to them and hugged them before taking his seat of honor.
We placed our order and as the waiter delivered it to the kitchen we began the fun of Tim opening his gifts. While he was opening presents, a raucous group entered the dining room and it was obvious that they were celebrating as well. The noise interrupted our celebration as I turned to see the cause of the disturbance.
My jaw dropped as I saw clearly that these guys were the same ones from the gym. They looked a little different wearing dress up clothes but there was no mistaking this group. Especially when Clyde entered with his long hair combed back and his beard combed. He made eye contact with me and smiled as he waltzed over to our table. He grinned at Tim who sat there mortified that his secret was about to be disclosed. Clyde bent down to give him a kiss and Tim shrank into his chair. Clyde chuckled and said that there's no need to be bashful. Hell I rearranged your guts while your boyfriend watched. Just a little Happy Birthday kiss. Then he planted a deep soul grappling kiss on my man in front of everyone. As he stood back up he winked at Tim's mom and told her she raised a wild one! Then he rejoined his party across the room.
A short while later Tim excused himself to use the restroom and I got the third degree from his parents. They wanted to know who the guy was that interrupted the celebration. I looked around and didn't see Clyde. Then I thought about Tim going to the restroom and told them we came across him at the local gym we went to. Someone muttered that he came across Tim too.
At that point Tim came back to the table and as he sat down I couldn't help but notice the wet ring on his pants. He looked innocently and said was there? I must have bumped against something wet. He smiled as a deep laugh rose from the other table as I could hear someone mutter Cuck.
Tim's dad asked what that meant, Cuck?
I said that it was probably Chuck as that was the gym we met him at. None of our friends were buying it, but they were too classy to say anything more. However that birthday was a start of a new phase of our relationship, which was followed closely by our friends.
In college I found a whole new life for myself. I no longer lurked about in the shadows hiding my proclivities for man on man release. I didn’t go about screaming it from the rooftop but I certainly didn’t shy away from the experiences when they popped up. And for a young attractive man like me, these events came on a fairly frequent schedule.
Once I had encountered a glory hole in the basement bathroom of the bio building, I got the basic protocols of how anonymous sex hookups happened. Within a week I had seen and sucked more dicks than I had ever seen in my life. Was fast gaining a reputation as an easy port and once that got back to the guys in my dorm, I no longer had to go looking for dick. It came looking for me.
After the first couple weeks of school, they had open room reassignments so that guys who formed friendships could find more suitable roommates. Turns out Travis wasn’t too keen on being roomies with the newest slut on campus and he moved out to room with some uptight accountant to be, leaving me with a single occupancy of a double room.
In the next month my training began in earnest as footballers and others from the neighboring jock dorm decided to teach me my role in pleasuring real men. Within the month I had a regular visitation rotation from the jocks and quite a few of the guys in my own dorm who availed themselves of my talents when female companionship was not on the table. I even met the RA periodically to make sure that I was fitting in well with college life. I fit, and so did he…down my greedy throat and ever expanding asshole.
It got such that on the rare night I was free, I would roam about the dorm to see if the guys were receptive to a little tension relief. At first there were a lot of shocked faces with quick denials, but in short order I was just part of the building and treated as an amenity.
By mid semester I had helped around half the guys in the building and I had learned many little quirks that made the guys rather glad to have me as a neighbor. There were even a few professors who stopped by for a bit of private tutoring. I don’t even take any business administration, but I’ve been learning all about ladder curves as I took an eight inch training stick.
The events in my life were going really great, I was getting decent grades and lots of sex, so of course life throws in a curve ball. This time came on homecoming week when the student government decided to host a little siblings weekend. They did it to try and add a little fun while the administration got a chance to show off the campus to prospective students.
I didn’t think too much about it, but they sent flyers out to our parents as well. Mom and dad suggested I let Liam sleep in the empty bed in my room and get to see what college life is like. Well that puts a major crimp in things for me. I had come out on campus, but back home not so much. And the last thing I needed was a steady stream of guys reminding Liam that I’m gay. Not that he’d mind, but it made me rethink my sexually excessive lifestyle I’d been living.
Well this was not a convincing argument to my parents as they would probably have coronaries if they knew how free I’d been, so I grinned and decided to bear things out with Liam. Besides he was 18, as of last month so he was an adult, same as me, so did I really have a right to try to rose paint my reality?
When he got there on Friday, we had a long talk after Mom and dad left. I told him I was gay and had come out. He looked at me like he was waiting for some big announcement. He then said he knew that three years ago when I started in the high school musical and was singing everyone’s parts. I may have thought I was being sneaky but it turns out Liam was even sneakier.
Then he dropped the bomb that he was bi. He had had a few girlfriends, but he also had his boyfriends as well. Then he told me that he and the tall lanky tuba player had been boning him for a year and a half now.
Well damn. I never knew. I told him that there might be a couple guys refer to me as slut or fag. They might not have good people skills, but a lot of them are fucking dynamite in the sack. My brother smiled like a Cheshire cat as he hooted and called me his new idol.
We went to dinner at the dining hall and then on to a movie being held at the on campus cinema. As predicted I heard guys calling me slut and cum dump and each time I looked at Liam who was smiling at me.
That night I made sure that Liam knew where the communal restroom was before turning in for the night. As we lay there in the dark I heard his mattress creaking as he was obviously trying to quietly crank one out. I laughed and said that that bed always makes so much noise. That’s why I usually use mine for guests.
He stopped and asked'usually’?
Sometimes the moment requires a quick spot and that bed is just more convenient. I’m pretty sure the cum has dried though.
He groaned and got up. I laughed as I told him that I was just fucking with his mind and he said he had to piss and stepped out to the hall to go to the restroom.
When he hadn’t returned fifteen minutes later I got a little worried so I decided to go check on him. I found the restroom unoccupied so I quickly pissed and as I was leaving, one of the self proclaimed alphas from the quad on the end of the hall entered. He stopped and smiled as he asked me if I was free to drain his nuts.
I gave him an unhappy shake of my head and he just groaned as he told me that he was hoping for some mouth time. All these hot honeys visiting had him boned up pretty good. Didn’t help that Bruno brought some muscular fag back to the room and he’s been between his legs for the past ten minutes. He has been moaning in pleasure since. Fucker!
Shit, Liam! I asked what he looked like?
My buddy grinned and told me I had nothing to worry about as he was pretty sure it was one of those little brothers. He’d be gone by the end of the weekend. Probably walking funny if he survives Bruno and Frank. Those two will fuck anything that bends over.
I followed him back to his quad and in the glare of a street light shining through the window, I saw the happy smile of Bruno as he lay back on his bed while he was the recipient of some good head. As I tried to get a look at the guy faced down in his lap, I heard Frank holler for Joey to close the fucking door. Don’t want security to do a fucking surprise visit and take our guest away before I get my primo cock swallowed. I’ve almost shot my load twice now listening to Bruno getting his knob polished.
Bruno let loose with a gutteral groan as his legs moved around under his blanket. I heard him muttering to take it all the way down, babe. Then he started warning that he was going to cum.
Having blown Bruno already, I knew that someone was in for a ride. He gets more physical the closer he gets to shooting. It’s nothing for him to grab my head and power drill my throat as he empties those balls of his. And he does have a sizable load. In fact he, Frank, Joey, and Kev all pack some serious spooge in their loads.
I saw the peaceful look in Bruno’s slowly replaced with frantic mayhem as he tried to control his orgasm, but he was losing control and the flailing of his legs was just the start. Within a half minute, he had kicked the blanket off him and his entertainment as his hands locked firmly behind the cocksucking head. As it lifted in the street light beams I saw what I already suspected…Liam was found and was partaking of the unadvertised events for this weekend.
There were tears streaming from his watery eyes as he struggled to keep the hardon in his mouth while Bruno thrust his hips erratically, leading up to the grand finale. Bruno grunted like a distempered hog as he fired his load down my brothers mouth. The sudden overflow spurted around the cock in his mouth and cock slime dripped down his lips onto the athletes shaved crotch, while Liam worked hard to maintain some level of control of his actions.
He ended up coughing a bit of the cum onto the lap in front of him as the roommates cheered the alphas use of the fag’s throat. Then Bruno told Liam to get busy cleaning him up. As Liam looked around, Bruno grabbed his hair and pulled his nose into the mess and told him to fucking lick it up before it gets cold.
The guys beat off as they watched my brother tentatively at first lick up the cum. As he got into the submissive side of things, the roommates kicked it into high gear stroking their songs as on by one the got up and circled Bruno’s bed. In short time each was offering their cock to be drained by my little brother’s open and tempting mouth.
Ten minutes later Liam had managed to drain all four of their cocks and gotten Bruno’s crotch free of any stray cum. He stood up on shaky legs as I helped him to his feet and when Liam was beside me near the window, Joey mentioned that he looked like he could be my twin.
Bruno fired back with a comment about how fucking stupid Joey was and said that he knew it was my brother the moment that his tongue circled my meat and he did that curly thing as he drew me into his mouth. Looks just like his big brother. Fuck! I finally got me two siblings! Always thought it would be chicks, but fuck it’s hot as hell this way too.
As we made our way to the door, Bruno said that there were two more days and in that time he planned on trying out the other end as well. Frank grinned as he said he planned on making it a double date. One front, one back, right slut?
Liam looked at my surprised face as I just said that he opened this can of worms. I already popped that can open a long time ago.
I liked my job at the real estate firm working for Trent, a very intense looking middle aged man who just had this aura about him as someone who didn’t take no for an answer. It didn’t hurt that he spent most of the work week goofing off with his buds after securing that we were all busy with a host of tasks of his choosing, which left him free to golf, work out, have lunches out and drive about in his convertible with the top down. I envied him while yearning to be his attendant seeing to his every desire.
Of course I wasn’t alone in that as most of the twenty year old female staff wanted the same thing. And more than a few had performance reviews in his office resulting in flushed faces.
Being the only guy in the office gave me an upper leg to stand on as Trent was a bit of a misogynist and would put me in charge while he was out. I don’t know if he was aware I was gay but I don’t think it really mattered. So day after day I kept things running fairly smoothly and I kept the morale at a reasonably high level which resulted in our office outperforming the other offices in our chain.
My partner, Danny, waited tables at a local gay bar and grill and he was having similar success with his job. He went from working part time in the evenings to full time lunch shifts. Better pay, better hours, and better clientele. We’d often sit down at night and unwind by relating the events from our day.
He still got hit on by horny guys, this time it was businessmen looking for some lunchtime fun, but with better lighting and bigger crowds it wasn’t so often the case. I used to come to the restaurant while he was working evenings but I had to promise not to interfere and him end up getting fired because of “The customer always being right” philosophy. I watched quite a few guys running their hands up his ass as he’d walk past their table carrying a tray of orders. I was amazed at how well he maintained himself in front of them and never got ugly.
I can see why they wanted to touch that amazing ass, it was rather tempting being so plump and filling out his uniform pants so well. Some of the other servers would slip off to the back corner of the bar and provide some oral service to the customers who were willing to part with a generous tip. It was a seedy place at night but Danny seemed to be doing well. When he got promoted to daytime I let out a sigh of relief knowing he wasn’t under the pressure from the customers to provide favors.
As summer set in, Danny got a lot more weekend shifts as business was picking up. I was a little disappointed as this meant our time off together got smaller. Instead of hiking on trails or exploring the richer side of town, I was now left to find things to do on my own. As Saturdays became boring ä home by myself, I decided to go downtown and just window shop along main street and see if I could find something interesting to get involved in.
I ran into a few clients who had purchased homes through us and quickly discovered that I knew more people than I realized. Invites to go antiquing or join pottery classes popped up and I accepted but nothing really spoke to me. That is until I happened to see Trent out and about. He was leaving the gym and was just as surprised at seeing me. We made small talk away from the office and I soon discovered that he was just as vacuous away from the business.
He suggested that he take me for lunch at one of his guilty pleasures. He spoke softly as he said this but he found this amazing gay pub where the food is fantastic and if my regular waiter is there, he’d introduce me.
Well, I guess that answers that question. Yes he knows I’m gay.
I grinned as I accepted the invite and he told me to hop in. Finally, I got to ride in the convertible sitting next to my sexy boss. I had to remember all the details so I could tell Danny that night. He’s heard me talk for months about Trent and this would probably be the closest I got to cheating.
I was all smiles as Trent drove slowly letting all the people see us as he drove us up the street and then down Pine St, until he hung a right onto Milk Lane. No fucking way. He was taking me to Danny’s pub.
I couldn’t believe my luck. Well I can at least put a face to the name now for Danny as he’s sure to see us. We entered and Trent talked hush hush with the greeter and I saw him slip a twenty to him. Next thing I knew, we were being escorted to the back corner area that had been closed off prior.
As we sat down and began reading the menu, Trent told me I was in luck as Paul was working today. Whenever I have him I get dinner and a show. Just play it cool and I’ll see about getting you his number.
I was saying that it wouldn’t be necessary when Danny stepped around the corner with his order pad out. He paused when he saw me and his face went pale but Trent told him to calm down as he knew me and I was cool.
Then Trent asked him what was good today, Paul?
Confused I looked up and Danny was sputtering about the fish and chips were popular. Okay, Danny was using an alias. Why?
Trent said he was in the mood for something like that. Then he smiled and said that I would have it too. How about bringing us something cold to drink? When you come back I got something to test your wine taste.
Danny raised an eye brow and asked if he was sure?
Trent pulled a fifty dollar bill out and set it beside his silverware. And as usual, there’s the double reward.
Danny left to place the order and I just bluntly asked what was going on. He told me that he gets the best head from guys and this guy is incredible. Tight suction as he runs his tongue up and down my shaft. Always swallows and I reward him with a fifty. Worth every dollar!
Shocked that my partner was doing what I had thought he got away from by switching to lunch shifts. Then as I collected my jaw off the floor I asked about the double reward.
Trent chuckled and said he gets double if he can take the whole thing down his throat. Well I knew Danny was pretty good so I said that sucking dick deep throat isn’t that hard. Most guys think they’re much bigger than they really are anyway.
Trent slid his chair back and undid his pants. Reaching in, he pulled his dong out and said that he was definitely not most guys as he lay a good seven soft inches down the fly of his trousers. Impressed I said that he definitely wasn’t.
He laughed as he said he’s only found a few who could deep throat and they were all guys.
Danny returned just then with a cold coke and a beer in his hands. He said that he brought Sir’s usual and he figured that the other fellow looked like a Coke man. Trent took a good swallow before tapping the fifty beside his placemats and looked at Danny.
Then he said that a worm might have caught our lunch but I think my snake is gonna catch me a waiter. Then he looked up at Danny and then down at his exposed manhood which was rapidly stiffening.
Danny looked at me, raised his eye brows and knelt down before climbing under the table. I looked between my boss’s legs as I saw my handsome partner open his mouth and stick out his tongue as he tasted the helmet in front of him.
Trent grunted in approval as Danny’s lips encapsulated the full head and his tongue was swirling around the knob as he pivoted his head, ensuring the sensitive tip was being teased by the silky inside of his cheeks.
I lost all concern about the rest of the customers as I now focused on what I knew was some top grade head. All this time I had been secretly yearning to do exactly what Danny was and had been doing with my boss. And he was no novice to this piece.
As the blow job played under our table, I could hear Danny breathing a little harder as he started fucking his face onto Trent’s cock and I could the effect it was having. Trent gripped the edge of the table as he moaned again and lay his head back in pure ecstasy.
While thrusting in lust Trent must have remembered I was sitting there and the taunt I made about the size of his equipment. He then reminded Danny that if he wanted the double reward he better do it quickly as he was getting close to shooting.
Trent gave me a lascivious leer as reached down and made sure Danny’s face was visible as my man went for broke and took inch after inch of my boss’s cock into his mouth. He’d open his lips and reattach them further down the shaft as his mouth neared the base until Trent said he wanted me to verify it.
He raised his hand and gave me the view of Danny with his scruffy face flush against Trent’s cock base. My man gave me a pleased look as Trent declared that once again he won his reward. Then he ran his hand over the to curly dark hair on Danny’s forehead as he hunched forward trying to go even further.
I heard Trent grunt as he held Danny’s head in place. I could see a few tears stream Danny’s eyes as my boss unloaded into his throat, bypassing his tongue completely.
When he finished shooting he slid back out of my man’s mouth and wiped the spit and slobber off his cock with a spare napkin. Danny zipped him back up before resuming his role of our waiter and stating he needed to go check to see if the fish is ready.
While Danny was gone, Trent sat there all grinning as he had just received the best blowjob. He asked what I thought and I replied that I could never afford him. Hundred bucks a pop would bankrupt me.
Trent looked at me and just laughed.
When Danny brought our plates out, I could see that it had been sitting a little while but I wasn’t complaining. Trent handed him two fifties and told him that today was the best one yet. If I knew all it took was bringing an audience I’d have brought someone weeks ago. You make this pub my favorite new spot.
After Danny left, Trent casually mentioned that Paul had a dollop of cum in his eye brow. I looked puzzled before I remembered Danny was using an alias.
When the check was brought out, I made a point of looking and there was dried cum on Danny’s forehead leading from his eyebrow back to his hairline. I thanked Trent for treating me to lunch and made sure to call him boss in front of Danny. I saw him falter for a second before thanking us for our service. Trent wiped his finger across the cum on his forehead and stuck his finger in Danny’s mouth before thanking him for his extraordinary service too.
I met Dane shortly after graduation. I had gone to work at my uncle’s restaurant as a waiter to learn the business from the inside. He owned a small franchise and wanted me to take over one of the sites for him, but I would need to know all the ins and outs and he felt that learning it on the job would be the best route.
I spent my first rotation learning about customer relations, where Uncle Stan stressed that I had two customers to always keep in mind, the external ones buying my food and the internal ones serving it.
It was at the end of the rotation that I first met this customer who took my breath away. Twenty year old brunet with a taut chest and a charming smile who liked how I suggested a sirloin dinner. He tipped me a twenty with his phone number written on it. It took me two weeks before I worked up the courage to call him.
We met for coffee and an ice cream cone and one hour later I was smitten. Three weeks later, as I was well into my grill side rotation, I began seeing special requests for sirloin with something outlandish, like smothered in onions or coated with a barbecue glaze which was my cue that he was in house.
The night he ordered it to be served with grilled pineapple he requested to speak to the cook. He then matter of factly informed me that the pineapple was for my benefit when he planned to finally introduce me to his junior partner.
I returned to kitchen confused until George, a coworker, informed me that pineapple is supposed to make your cum sweeter, dumbass! He wants to stuff your mouth with his dick!
When he picked me up after work we went straight to the kissing and cuddling that was our regular finishing actions and my heart was beating a fast cadence as my hands slid across his chest. When I felt a sizable bump in his chinos I lingered as he growled. I asked if this was my Dole treat, and he said it might be. Depends on how good you are at sucking it out.
Spoiler alert, it most definitely was.
I had blown dick before but not very often. Dane guided me a bit as I finally got to know his prick. It was a bit amateur at first, but I was determined to make this guy cum in my mouth. He wasn’t huge or anything but with my relative newness to the task, his six incher was more than enough for me to handle. I managed to throat him a couple times and when I opened my eyes and stared into his piercing dark brown eyes, he lost it and erupted. He filled my mouth to overflowing as his hardon throbbed out its eruption into my mouth.
I knew at that point that this guy was for me. I could stop looking. Soon after that we decided to get a place of our own. I had started my rotation with the GM learning about the practical side of business… scheduling, ordering, maintenance routines, cash reconciliation and determining profit and loss evaluations to decide the success of the business. As I’d now been exposed to the full requirements of being a GM, all that was left was to actually put it all to practice. Uncle Stan decided that a full year of application would suit me well and installed me as the assistant GM with a nice pay raise.
That a long with the nice salary Dane made from installing security systems provided us with enough to begin looking for a place of our own. Buying a house was out, but a nice apt was certainly on the table.
We took to Saturdays investigating what was available. We started out, quickly deciding that if we saw any cars in the parking lot being worked on that this place didn’t fit our wants. Likewise trash laying around or dogs roaming about freely were indicators of probable noncompliance with our desires. I know we were being picky but we were first time renters and we wanted a safe gay friendly environment to thrive in.
When we found The Arbors we were definitely interested. Well kept but not fancy, meaning safe and affordable. We met with the landlord who ran the place himself on Saturdays. His name was Frank Newsome and he was a walking fantasy for anyone who had a weakness for hairy daddies with an air of authority.
He told us to call him Frank as he directed us to an available unit in the rear of the complex. It was a rather blah looking building with beige paint and tan window frames, but once inside we could see that it was well kept and comfortable looking. I could see us living there.
When we asked about the neighborhood and whether it would be hostile to gays moving in, Frank just smiled and said that there were three other units currently being rented by two gay couples and a very forward lesbian with a Siamese cat the whole building loves.
We discussed it and Dane and I decided to go ahead and rent it. Once all the paperwork was approved a week later, we moved in to our first home. It took the full weekend to get our stuff moved in and the better part of the next two weeks setting things up the way we wanted. Dane set up his office in the second bedroom where he could monitor calls and design systems for the company he worked for.
Of course the first month was the testing period. Luckily we were compatible with each other and worked through the many small things that bothered each other. You really don’t know another person until you live with them for a month.
The apartment underwent a shakedown cruise with us as well. There were small things that needed to be seen to. Dripping faucets. Outlets that didn’t work. Carpet that came loose in the closet. When the A/C went on the fritz I called Frank up and put in a work order. Two days later the stove wouldn’t heat up on the right burners. Not wanting to be saddled with repairs from unreported problems, I called again and mentioned the burners.
This led to a surprise visit Saturday morning from the landlord. Since there were so many problems he decided to see for himself. As Dane opened the door he was greeted to Frank standing there in loose fitting slacks and a light blue polo shirt with the Arbors stitched over his left nipple, or where it would be if he were naked. The shirt was unbuttoned, exposing a lush canopy of dark chest fur which was trying to escape the confines of the shirt and attack Dane’s unshaven face.
When he gathered himself and reined in his lustful glare, he greeted Frank and asked what he could do for him.
I could see from the kitchen where I was nursing a cup of fresh brewed coffee that Frank was aware of the effect he was having on my baby and I witnessed the charming smile spread across his face as he announced he had come in response to the work orders.
He then entered our apartment and shut the door behind him before extracting a folded sheet from his front pants pocket, taking his time to enjoy Dane focusing on his pants. He quickly read off a summary of the multiple work orders I’d placed before looking up and asking if he missed anything?
I replied that he seemed to have it all and Frank grinned at my choice of words as he put his hand on his thick hip and turned to Dane and asked if there was anything he was needing looked at?
Dane just muttered that he was fine as he looked away from Frank like he’d been caught with his hands in the cookie jar. Then he began examining the list. He walked to the stove and tried the burners on the right side. No power heated them up. He turned around quickly to the sink and ran into Dane who was standing right behind him. In the melee, I could swear that Frank thrust his crotch into Dane’s outstretched hand.
He remarked that there was indeed a dripping happening as he pretended to dry his hands on the front of his pants, which were now a lot fuller than just minutes prior.
He said that the A/C was next and said that he couldn’t tell. Then he slipped his polo shirt off, revealing the tantalizing forest of chest hair covering his muscular dad bod. He stood in the center of the living room, ostensibly to feel for air flow. This move has the desired effect as both Dane and I stiffened up from the mental stimulation. He just chuckled as he wrote down for maintenance man to check out the efficacy of the unit.
He then said that there was a carpet loose in the bedroom closet? Dane popped up as he had found that and said it was right in here, Daddy.
Daddy? What the hell? That was an obvious Freudian slip of his tongue. I quickly switched to Frank’s face only to see a big grin cross his face. He told Dane to lead the way and they slipped into the bedroom that Dane had converted into his office.
I rose from my chair and quickly followed them into the room only to find Frank standing in the closet doorway. I stood waiting for a response from Frank but what I got was not expected. Instead of him recording his observation, I heard him let out a low moan as his butt cheeks clenched and his hips pushed forward.
I moved to get an eye of what was happening when I saw Dane kneeling in the doorway ahead of Frank and he was obviously sucking on the landlord’s now exposed cock. As Dane’s head bobbed, Frank slid his hands inside his pants and slid them down his legs exposing a hairy ass which was pumping in a slow rhythm into the face of my boyfriend.
Astonished I said that this was highly unprofessional, Frank!
He turned with a scowl as he faced me and raised his finger to point at me. First, he spoke, what I do in my buildings is my business. Especially if it involves someone as handsome as your boyfriend.
Second, you will address me from now on as Mr. Newsome. That is the proper respect a wimpy little shit like you should show me. Turning to look at Dane, he said that he should call him, Daddy. It rolled off your tongue so well.
Third, if you want to continue living in my apartment, I suggest you sit your ass down and shut up as I show your partner what being with a real man is like. Now, you got anything else you want to say, Cuck?
I looked at my feet and just remained quiet.
Good, that’s what I thought. Now why don’t you strip for Daddy, boy and let him see what he’s going to be breeding.
I looked up as Dane pulled his T-shirt over his head and slipped off the pajama bottoms he was wearing.
As Frank took it all in, he ordered Dane to slowly turn around. He rubbed his hard cock slowly as my man put himself on display for our landlord.
When Dane completed the circuit Frank snapped his fingers and pointed to the floor in front of him. He then told Dane that he was doing something earlier that definitely needed to be completed. Open wide, boy!
Dane spread his lips before running his tongue over them. Then he leaned forward and slid Frank into his eager mouth as his cheeks hollowed out from the suction he was applying. I heard the agreeable moaning coming from Frank as he relished the intense blowjob being basted in his firm member.
Frank reached down and ran his hand through Dane’s hair as he coached him to take it all the way. He promised him a special prize if he could make the cock disappear completely into his mouth. Dane looked up with anticipation in his eyes as he pushed his head further into Frank’s lap. He got a little further each try until finally he still has about an inch he couldn’t take no matter how hard he tried.
Frank ruffled his hair and told him he was doing a fucking amazing job. Then he asked Dane if he wanted Daddy to help him out. Dane looked up into Frank’s eyes and nodded. Frank wrapped his strong hairy hands around Dane’s head and pushed his hips until his cock passed into Dane’s throat with much gagging.
Frank told him to stop struggling and just try to swallow. After a ten second period Dane stopped struggling as the spit and snot ran down his face. Then Frank slowly pushed the rest of the way inside.
Frank stood there smiling like he’d just climbed My. Everest while Dane knelt before him with tears flowing down his eyes. Frank told him he was such a good boy that he was going to give him a reward he made just for him. He pumped his hips a couple times before growling that it was coming… NOW!!!
I saw Dane’s eyes pop open as the cum shot out the cock buried in his throat. He coughed a couple times as cum poured out his nose, all while I could see his Adams apple bobbing as he madly tried to swallow it all.
Once he unloaded, Frank slid out of Dane’s mouth and my baby collapsed to the floor gasping for a breath of fresh air. Frank stood over him glowering in his own self worth as he surveyed the mess he had created. He reached down and scooped up Dane’s T-shirt and held it out to him, telling him to clean himself up.
As my man wiped the mess from his face, Frank was busy fingering his exposed hole. When I saw Frank slick his pointer finger down with spit, I knew he wasn’t done. I didn’t know if Dane ever got fucked as he usually was topping me, but I could see that Frank aimed on pumping more jizz, this time up my baby’s ass.
When he inserted his finger up baby’s hole I knew two things. Dane was a virgin, judging by the squeal he released and Frank loved opening up tight bouncy asses.
His erection resurrected in record time as Frank fingered my baby’s ass like he was trying to get all the honey out of the bottle. When he was ready, Frank stuck his cock back in Dane’s mouth to get it sloppy wet then pulled out and spun my kneeling man around. He place the tip of the cock head against the hole, drug it around the circumference of the rosebud opening and then pushed with all his might. I heard it pop as the ring opened and allowed Frank in.
Frank was in absolute heaven as the tight canal hugged his sensitive cock like a lover’s hug. He pulled out a little before applying more pressure, gaining him a bit more entry. It was slow work, but between Dane groaning loudly and Frank grunting in determination I saw that thick cock disappear up my honey’s hole.
When it was finally in completely, I saw Frank’s pendulous balls swinging over my baby’s compacted nuts. I saw my landlord kissing my man from the side of his head as he held him closely.
After a minute of the tongue battle, I noticed a shift in Frank’s hips as he began to slowly fuck my baby. Slowly at first as he worked on stretching his ass canal until he loosened it up enough to allow a more free movement.
At this point he pulled out and instructed Dane to get on his back and lift his legs. In short order, Frank was back inside him only now face to face to with him, holding his legs up. As he fucked him with a more determined pace, he once again connected mouths with my man as he rubbed his hairy belly all over my man’s smooth chest.
In spite of myself, I felt my cock harden again watching my landlord sending my partner through various levels of ecstasy. As Frank asked Dane if he was ready for Daddy to breed his hole I saw Dane reach around and hug Frank, bringing him closer.
Breed me Daddy, my boyfriend moaned as was being fucked like a cheap hooker. Yes, yes, just like that, Daddy!!
I heard Frank grunting as he deep sucked my man repeatedly until all of a sudden he froze in place. I saw his balls clump up and then pulse repeatedly as he unloaded in my man.
Frank kissed Dane again as he came down from his orgasmic rush. When he was once again calmed down, he slowly withdrew from Dane’s ass, trailing a stream of cum onto the dark brown carpet. He kissed Dane once more before adding a carpet cleaning to the list of chores for the maintenance man.
As he got up Frank faced me and told me that he was satisfied that these weren’t bogus claims. He dressed as he told us he would get Mark out here on Monday to begin work. Then he said he would be checking up on the progress of the repairs. He then added that he expected there would be no problems with him doing that?
Dane replied that this would be fine, Daddy.
He chuckled as he turned to me and said he’d prefer if it were only his bitch that were present. Would there be any issues?
I swallowed a hard gulp as I realized that this was my point of no return as I shook my head and said that it would be as he wished, Mr. Newsome. Frank smiled once more as he tucked his polo shirt and exited out our front door.
Hurry up boy i have to be back at your mothers to feed her too.. Shes not as hungry as you are however.
My name is Edward Higgins. I'm 45 and have been in upper management for Quincy's Inc for the past fifteen years, ever since I received the promotion into upper echelon for my work on securing a multimillion dollar account for our advertising agency. I love the challenges my job brings me and the opportunities to train those under me to do as well as if not better than me in the future.
I'm proud to say my son has followed my example and has decided to go to college to get a degree in art design as well as a minor in business administration. Seems he saw how the world goes and he's making himself useful in a variety of roles. Way to go Tom!
As an upper voice in the firm, I used my authority to procure him an entry level position during his summer breaks. I got him in the door but I insisted that his connection to me remain private. I wanted his success to be from his abilities and not related to my position in the firm. So like other interns he started out in the basement...quite literally. His first position was as a mail room assistant, sorting and processing the mail before making daily rounds dropping off packages and in house communiques.
He quickly mastered the process and got to meet the staff who saw him as the new guy, not Mr. Higgin's son. I kept a remote watch on his performance and kept my ear out for critique by my fellow management as well as whatever I might hear spoken.
Not surprisingly most of the comments were positive, about his cheerful disposition and professional way he carried himself. I also heard a few of the female staff gushing about the hottie delivering their mail. I guess he takes after his old man, hehehe.
During the long arduous month of July where we were working on some important Christmas promotions for our clients. We had been hearing up to make this year our most profitable one yet. In fact I was so focused that the biweekly staff meeting crept upon me by surprise. The CEO sent a email addressing the senior management that he wanted to hear each of our plans for this year's success. Shit! Jefferson Quincy was coming down from the penthouse office to sit in our meeting and I had barely two days to prepare a short demonstration outlining the work for the BUM clothing line based on their upcoming releases. I didn't have as big a client promotion as others, but it was enough to make me nervous.
The next day was balls to the wall as I gathered samples from my art team on the possible displays along with a potential commercial to be blasted along the west Coast where the company flourished. The high pitch flurry of excitement was mitigated once when I happened to see Tim pushing his mail cart past my office on the sixth floor. He was smiling to everyone and reminded me that this was my future dividends.
The next day I gathered with the other managers in the seventh floor board room where everyone was putting the final touches on their big display. I knew I didn't have to be the most flamboyant; just not the worst. I was calm and cool as I chatted with my colleagues while we waited for the meeting to come together.
At two minutes before three, the door opened and a tall older gentleman stepped in with a determined look on his careworn face as he stepped up to the front seat and claimed his spot. I had known Jeff for over twenty years as his dad was responsible for hiring me and placed me under him to train on the company policies and goals. He had tutored me into being the strong lead I eventually became and was right there beside me when I landed the Django Cigars account which opened up whole new markets in the central American area.
He sat down and arranged his papers before him before pulling out his trademark cigar and carefully snipped it before lighting and pulling a deep drag on it. He grinned as he leaned back in his chair before exhaling and bringing the meeting to order.
He faced each of us around the large oak table before telling us that there would be two parts of the meeting. First would be the dog and pony show each of you have been scrambling to put together since my email. The second part is the fun one. I want to know what input you can give into assisting the other's projects so that we can be fully successful across the board. No points for being the best. I want all of you to be there together. So pay attention because your input will be critical.
Eight worried faces lost the color from their cheeks.
So the first part went about as well as I had expected. Lots of push for the work being done by each team and a whole lot of note taking so that they could destroy their competition. They didn't get it. We are on the same team... build up not tear down.
When the second part began, it didn't take long before the cats bared their claws and began tearing each other apart. After a few minutes Jeff called the meeting to order and spoke clearly. He told us how disappointed he was with us as a team. All the nitpicking was wearing on him. He wanted only to hear constructive comments and he decided that he would reward the most constructive contributor with a prize.
But first he needed to clear his mind and then he picked up the phone beside his spot and punched a couple buttons. When he greeted Dusty it was clear he had called the mailroom as Dusty had been there since before my days there during my apprenticeship.
He told him to send up a bottle of his special whiskey and told him to have that new guy who smiles a lot deliver it to him in the boardroom.
Well the guys all perked up when they heard the bottle of whiskey from Jeff's stash. Smooth and smoky and easily worth a weeks wages. They all started writing down notes about what they thought could be great improvements for this year's campaigns in hopes of winning that bottle.
Ten minutes later Tim knocked on the board room door and told to come in. When he opened the door he was surprised to see the higher ups seated around the table as he entered carrying the bottle.
Jeff greeted Tim and asked him to place the bottle in the center of the table. He then advised us that we would be competing for one of life's true pleasures. Then he added that the first half of this meeting had immensely dulled his senses and he was beginning to develop a headache. Then he addressed Tim and instructed him to provide the cure that he needed, just like he received every afternoon in his office.
Jeff then swiveled his chair to the side facing Tim as he drew again on his cigar while snapping the fingers on his left hand and then pointing to his zipper.
Tim gave the crowd a nervous glance before locking eyes with me, then he dropped to his knees at the head of the table and the silence in the room was shattered by the sound of a zipper sliding down. All eyes were on the big boss as he sat back in his chair of authority at the head of the table and slowly release a low and gutteral moan, signaling that Tim's lips were encasing his senior meat.
The group stay mesmerized as the unmistakable sound of Tim's wet mouth began a steady slippery bobbing up and down the boss's cock. Jeff reached down with his left hand and gently stroked Tim's face as he praised his efforts. After a few more rubs he grasped Tim by the back of his head and pulled him face first deeper into his lap. I heard Tim sputter but he never stopped as he diligently sucked Jeff for all he was worth.
After a few minutes Jeff looked up at us and asked if we were dumbfounded because we had never seen a guy get head before or maybe we just couldn't think of anything positive to add to each other's projects?
We all made efforts to adjust our papers as Jeff said he'd take this distraction away and directed Tim to slide under the table to finish his task as we were directed to start supplying tips for the company projects.
Nervously, at first, suggestions were made. A few were met with contention but they soon developed into positive contributions. I was advised to make sure the BUM commercials spoke of sex under the tree and then faded into giftwrapped packages held by smiling partners.
As the suggestions rolled out, the amazing underlying theme was sex, sex, sex. And it was successfully incorporated into each campaign without being trashy or just too bold. As the meeting came to a close, Jeff grabbed the table with knuckles turning white and let loose with a cheer as he must've been unloading into Tim's mouth.
As he came down from his zealous outburst one of my colleagues asked if he was okay? Jeff raised his head with a cheeky grin and said that the meeting was successful, his headache is gone and the rest of his afternoon should be a breeze. Then we heard a snickering sound as a zipper was refastened and Tim slid out from under the table, with his hair mussed up and moisture generously applied to shirt. His tie still looked fresh so I guess he knew enough to throw it over his shoulder while he was working.
As Tim ran his fingers through his hair, Jeff thanked him for his work and that it was excellent as always. Then he instructed him to take the bottle up to his office and wait for him there. As my son left with our presumed prize, we all turned back to the boss.
He told us that we all shared in the prize equally as all our suggestions will undoubtedly help us to control the markets. We were to select our own reward from the company catalog with a price cap of fifty dollars. Good work gentlemen!
Now excuse me while I go see to the corporate education of a handsome mailroom assistant. It's important that I fill him with everything I got, don't you agree?
After he left I heard a conversation between two of the others while they boxed up their presentations. The one mentioned that he almost choked when he saw Tim come smiling through that door. I figured I had been caught.
The other snickered and said he knew what he meant. He's been polishing my knob every morning when he brings me my mail. That queer sure knows how to get my day rolling with his smiling lips wrapped around my pole!
Fucking hot
thank you for the ride
Mario (56, left) and Stefano (24, right) aren't just a secret gay couple, but uncle and nephew and were arrested for selling party drugs. Stefano is the son of Mario's youngest brother and they fell in love five years ago. as Stefano started to support his uncle at getting in shape. Stefano is married and started his own family while living a double life. Both will now spend 5 years behind bars. But for this time Stefano won't have to tell lies about his whereabouts when he's uncle is pounding his ass. Just the enviroment will change a bit...