HornyTopCockNYC

[best-pecs]

[mysteriesofman]

[cumboyintn]

When the town approached me to organize this year's Pride festival based on the facts that I was a prominent gay member of our city and the fact that my parties were infamous due to the creative fun I added, I thought about it and then agreed. I guess it was a rite of passage to chair this important fete and this year would be my turn.

Turns out the role was mostly ornamental as the standing committee performed most of the work, but they did need a figurehead to run the ideas through and rubber stamp them accordingly. However, I did have a reputation to maintain so I was a bit more hands on than previous leaders.

For example, I held planning meetings to keep abreast of progress and helped to allot out the stall locations to insure there was a mixture of fun and excitement spread throughout the grounds. As a result, we had a record number of participants in the festival, with the biggest parade on the books coupled with the largest turn out in decades.

Even Braxton, my partner got involved. He wanted to do something that would bring positive attention to the medical needs of the gay community so he created a Kisses for the Cause Booth. He was willing to man the booth for the whole eight hour run and use his model like face to raise money for the LGBTQ+ community. He even did a short interview on the evening news in advance to bring out folks to the festival.

Now before you get to thinking that my husband is a conceited ass, you should know he's been celebrated in our town as one of the most eligible bachelors multiple years before I took him off the market. He's got a killer smile and piercing brown eyes which seduce you without even trying. Throw in that he runs a very successful gym and you can see how he built his killer body. The ladies all want him to be bisexual so they have a chance at bedding him and the gay men are all throwing themselves at him for a chance to at least rub up against his prominent bulge.

Yeah he's a keeper and he's mine. What most don't know is that his image is a lie. Hes the biggest bottom out there and practically throws himself at any muscular guy with a decent looking crotch. I help him hide this side from the public and he continues to rake in great money from his chain of gyms.

Well, when Brax told me he wanted to do this I thought long and hard. Was this a bad publicity issue for him? Then I realized he would be front and center in the spotlight the wentire time. Kind of hard to be a slut when you can't sneak off to be a whore. So I endorsed it and he ran wild the idea.

He rode a mini float in the parade and waved at everyone, drumming up more business for his five dollar smooches. I put him close to the front of the parade so he'd be able to get to his booth before the crowd got there. Within minutes following the parade, Brax had them lined up at his booth for a chance to kiss the most desirable face in town. I found myself feeling proud at his effort as he was taking away the breath of a long line of horny folks.

In the first hour alone he raised over three hundred dollars for the charity and I made sure that Brax was supplied with plenty of beverages and breath mints. I strolled throughout the fairgrounds, greeting people and maintaining a positive vibe throughout the place. I believe the final estimated turnout was in the hundred thousand count so it was deemed a success despite all the hiccups.

Around three in the afternoon, while the concert of local artists was going on, I saw something that concerned me. When I reached Brax's booth, I wasn't surprised to see a lull in the crowd as it was designed to attract most to the free show, but what bothered me that Brax wasn't manning his booth.

Now there was someone there all right. A handsome curly headed stud wearing a bandana and a daddy stache. I remember seeing him working the Queer Cowboy kiosk just a short walk from Brax's booth and I thought he'd be fun to ride in a gay bull event.

I walked over to see what was going on and as I approached saw him talking to himself as he squirmed on his chair. As I got there, I asked where the handsome stud who was supposed to be working here was?

He grinned up at me as he squirmed in his seat and told me that he needed to be spent so he could, uh, ahh, go use the restroom. He sat there clenching the counter top he was seated behind and moaned as he added that he was just filling in, huh, uhhhh, until he got back.

I felt the booth bump as he shifted with a loud groan. I asked if he was all right as that sounded like it was painful. I thought I had these booths built better. He smiled and said he mustve slipped off the chair. It was the first time ever working a, uhhhh hmmmmm, kissing booth before. The booth shifted again as there was another bump followed by the guy loudly saying holy shit!

He looked up at me and apologized at his language. I asked again if he was okay and he replied he just needed to stretch out his legs from a rodeo injury he got last week. His eyes got wider and wider as his breathing started to get more ragged. He locked eyes with me as he tried to focus on our conversation, but I knew just exactly where my husband got to, and it wasn't a port a potty.

I asked my cowboy friend what his name was and in between gasps of pleasure he answered me with "Clem". I then told Clem that my husband didn't really go to any toilet, did he?

He shook his head no as his hands gripped the stall wall in front of him. I added that I thought it was fairly safe to say that the cheating little fucker never even left his stall, did he?

He gave me a mischievous grin as he reached down under the ledge in front of him and adjusted something. He replied that I was very astute for a handsome guy. Then the stall shook again as this time Clem physically thrust his hips forward toward the front of the booth.

I told him to be careful or he might expose himself when that wall collapses. I'm not sure just how sturdy the boys mage these.

Then he told me that I needed to do something to stop him then. It would be rather bad publicity to see the event coordinator's husband with a nine inch cock in his mouth on the evening news. I suggest you take a twenty out and pay for a kiss with me while I nut in your slutty partner's mouth. I'll call it the Cuck Kiss to everyone I later tell. No one will believe me, but I'll know the truth. Better get that money out sexy, I feel a seriously momentous thrust coming and who knows what will happen...

I looked at Clem with both anger at being used by this conniving queen and lust at his sheer dominance of the situation. As Brax coughed I reached into my pocket and pulled out my wallet. I plunked a twenty down on the counter and felt Clem grab my shirt collar as he reeled me in for a kiss. I lost myself quickly in his lip lock as he and I entwined in a passionate kiss. I felt his right hand meander around my shoulders before he locked onto my head as he earned his twenty dollars. His left hand was under the counter as I felt the booth vibrate and heard some gagging followed by Clem sighing into my mouth.

I felt his firm grip loosen around my head as Clem leaned forward over the counter towards me. He broke lip lock as he smiled up at me and winked. I saw movement around his legs as Brax emerged from under the counter with a sloppy looking face.

I handed Brax a stack of napkins and told him to clean himself up before the concert let out. He was about to get the final push of the day and it wouldn't do to have you smelling like a cum dumpster. He grinned weakly at me before turning to the back of the booth to freshen up.

As Clem climbed out of the booth, he made a production out of closing his fly just to rub it in about what he had just done. He took my twenty and stuffed it into the collection bin as he said this was the best festival he'd been at in years. You boys have my vote to run this again next year. You should have him sucking off for twenty instead, next year though. I guarantee you'd raise a hell of a lot more than a kissing booth!

[older2015]

[cumboyintn]

Matt and I are avid fans of Ghost hunting shows and rarely miss them when they’re in season. It’s just so much fun watching these guys investigating supposedly haunted houses. There are a few of the groups out there with their podcasts that really have caught our interests, mostly because one or more of the investigators are hot as fuck.

My favorite group feature this bald daddy with a killer stare and nice musculature that gave us drooling like teenagers. On more than a couple of the episodes he even showed a bit of chest fur sticking out of his collar and quite frankly at that point he could’ve been investigating a rusty paint can and I would’ve watched the whole show.

Well as they sometimes do, this group from Ghost Guys, offered a drawing from their fanbase to do a ghost hunt with the team. Matt and I were automatically entered as we were members of their site and as luck would have it, we won.

We signed a bunch of waivers and NDAs before it was official, but by mid September we were joining the Ghost Guys at a slightly rundown hospital an hour away from our place. They went over the logistics of the hunt, how we’d all do a walkthrough together, before filming and then again once the filming started. Then they’d split up and Matt would go with Daddy, I mean James, while I would do a walk through with Kevin while Ernie manned the camera stations.

After an hour or two, we’d switch for another hour before I would go to the camera room with Ernie while James and Kevin. I shouldn’t worry as there really hadn’t been anything seen or heard on these hunts. They’d add a few bumps and moans to make it exciting for the viewing audience. Oops, I wasn’t supposed to say that, but after what happened, fuck them.

Well the walk through went smoothly before James escorted Matt to the old patient wing where the beds were still in place. Rumors had it that a patient who hated female doctors died and was still cursing a non-existent staff. Kevin and I got to tour the creepy morgue in the basement.

While we were stumbling around in the near pitch black, I could hear soft moaning emanating from the upper floors. There were bits and pieces of what sounded like ‘take it’ and 'fuck yeah bitch’ but I couldn’t be sure as it was so faint.

As Kevin and I were investigating some abandoned body drawers, a resounding clunk could be heard along with some squeaking, like a rusty door hinge was being abused. Kevin yanked out his walkie talkie and asked James if everything was okay and he replied, slightly out of breath, that they were fine. Things were going deep up here. How’s things down there?

Kevin replied that it was quiet as a morgue, then he paused before both started cackling. Really! Ghost hunter humor!

James came back and said that he needed another half hour before he’d be ready to swap things out. See you in a bit.

Well Kevin and I continued to futz around the corner station, doing some recording for EVPs and watching for reactions from the REM pods, but in the end all we got were some questionable muttering noises and a couple accidental responses when the cameraman got too close to a REM pod.

About an hour later we met up with James and Matt where we swapped partners and Kevin took Matt off to investigate the operating rooms, where multiple people had died over the years, while James took me to the staff offices where there was rumored to be a doctor who was still trying to get special rights for his patients.

When we reached the fourth floor, I mentioned that I’d figured this floor must be a bit warmer judging by how you and Matt appeared to be so sweaty. James just looked at me and chuckled as he told me that they had found some areas that went well ventilated and I always work up a sweat in those kind of places.

As we moved from office to office there didn’t appear to be anything happening here, but once again I could hear lots of noise coming from the second floor ORs where Matt and Kevin were currently exploring.

James yanked out his walkie talkie and asked if things were okay and Kevin replied that they were running an experiment since they were in the obstetrician room. He has Matt with his feet in the stirrups trying to induce any deceased mothers to come talk with them.

So far there has been a fair bit of communication but it’s been rather muffled. I’m setting up a voice chamber to see if things are better. You’re going to have to watch the playback from this one, boss!

James replied that it sounds like one of his better experiments and wished him luck. We returned to examining the desks for any disturbances in the energy levels and temperatures. Half an hour later we heard a loud crashing sound and James yanked his walkie out again to ask if everything was okay?

Kevin came through and said that he’d gotten a rousing reaction while simulating a child birth and a set of stirrups came off and landed on the floor. Of course the camera wasn’t focused on it, but it caught the noise. We’re both feeling the effects from it. Give us another ten minutes and we’ll meet you back at the control room.

James replied that that sounded like a good plan and we started packing up any devices we had been using before heading down to the control room. When we arrived Ernie was sitting there with a big grin on his face. I figured he’d be bored out of his mind, but he was happy to see us. When Kevin and Matt arrived a few minutes later I was impressed to see just how Matt’s clothes were so disheveled. I started to say something when I recalled that he was the one in the stirrups for the experiment.

Instead I just asked if the sudden loud noise scared the hell out of him? He acted all brave like he dealt with things like that all the time, when Ernie said that the look on his face was priceless. We’d be able to use on our broadcast if it weren’t for you saying so clearly the words, 'Fuck Me’.

Everyone laughed as we settled in for the final phase of the night. I was to sit with Ernie and observe the cameras as James and Kevin took Matt to the cafeteria to examine for the lunch lady from hell. It was said the place was sometimes referred to as the Spit Roast in honor of her mean demeanor.

As the trio headed out to large room on the other side of the ground floor, Ernie started showing me the different cameras that they had installed prior to our arrival here tonight. I saw through infrared viewers, the morgue, the patient rooms, the OR with the pile of equipment on the floor, the offices I was just in, and now the cafeteria.

I was able to see the guys enter the room and when Ernie adjusted the sound I heard the conversation as well. The three of them walked over to the counter where James told Matt that he knew why he was here. Lose the clothes stud!

What? Did I hear that right?

On the screen, I saw Matt remove his shirt and sit down as he untied his shoes. The other two guys were enjoying the show as Kevin told him that he was going to have to go faster than that. Your yutz of a boyfriend is probably watching this on the screens with Ernie. You’ve got four horny men in here who have been waiting to try your sexy ass out and if they dont get to because you’re too slow, they might turn a bit ugly. And big Ray there on camera is not someone you want to tell NO to.

Matt then stood and dropped his pants revealing that he was commando underneath. James quipped that he was sure there undies on you earlier. Kevin did you steal another souvenir?

Kevin grinned as he slid a pair of dark thongs out of his pocket before sniffing them. The guys all chuckled as James stepped up to my naked partner and told him to strip him.

I just looked over at Ernie and he was gooning over the show, rubbing a thick bulge in his crotch as he focused on what was happening. I shook my head as I looked back at the screen, now fully aware of my own erection in my pants. I was about to pull it out and strike it until Matt extricated the large piece belonging to James. It was easily eight inches, thick, uncut, and bouncing in my baby’s face. Matt grinned before opening wide and engulfing the head in his mouth.

I heard James moan in delight and I suddenly heard the moans from earlier all over again. Damn I am such a dense idiot. He’s been fucking all night, while I put forth a fucking ghost hunt. As James began to slow fuck his face, I saw Kevin and the other camera man disrobe, freeing two more cocks for Matt to explore. They formed a circle around my now kneeling partner while he switched from cock to tasty cock in pure lust.

As Ernie told me that I now knew the second mission of this group, real time porn episodes, it was my duty to watch so that the cameras remained on the action. I get to get me some now too. Then he left me in the control room as he raced out the door to the cafeteria. It only took him twenty-five seconds to reach the cafeteria and in another minute he joined the team, naked, in the circle.

At this point I just accepted that this was happening as I saw the sex crazed look in Matt’s eyes as e sucked the men off around him. The guys lifted him up and draped him across a table as the took turns on each side of the table. Then I remembered the name of Spit Roast for the place as the guys took it to heart and began entering his asshole as well.

I was lost just watching the guys take turns fucking Matt and I couldn’t help but think that there weren’t any small cocks among them. James was first to pop his load up Matt’s ass, before being replaced by a cameraman. Kevin was next as he shot down Matt’s throat before he tagged out with Ernie, who shoved an impressive seven inch cut beast in Matt’s face. My baby licked it twice before inhaling the control board technician down to his balls. I felt a bit of pride in his obvious skills.

Seeing this, the cameraman popped his load up Matt’s ass and swapped out with the other cameraman. I saw the picture jostle as they swapped roles and then I saw Big Ray step up as he stripped behind Matt.

He slapped his ass twice while he removed his clothes and then turned around to plug the hole. Holy fuck! That thing has to be at least ten inches and as thick as a baby’s arm.

He stood there grinning as he strikes it to full erection before rubbing some cum from Matt’s ass all over it. He grabbed my man’s hips as he lined up his truncheon and pushed into Matt’s hole. I could hear Matt groaning, not just over the feed, but through my open door as well.

As he sank slowly into my baby’s depths I watched the camera feed as the cock disappeared, inch by inch, until his bush was flat against Matt’s ass.

There was a round of applause as Ray bottomed out and the cameraman panned around the room getting everyone’s reaction, from Ernie erupting down Matt’s throat to James caught in mud drink of a cup of water. It was a true moment.

Then Ray became a man obsessed with breeding Matt. He started fucking a steady rhythm but soon the tempo increased until he was pounding Matt’s hole like a street repairman. He was drilling without stopping and I could hear Matt moaning as the muscular god wrecked his hole with his immense pole.

After a few minutes the guys gathered around the table urging him on, telling him to 'fuck that bitch, Ray’ and ’ breed that tramp’s hole’. Eventually the just chanted together his name, over and over as he gripped the edge of the table while fucked Matt.

After ten minutes, the Goliath was nearing eruption as his deep gravelly voice shouted he was coming. Then he stopped jumping and let out an animalistic growl as he flooded Matt’s hole. I came a second time as well as this man claimed my baby’s ass.

He finished by lying atop Matt on the table and kissed the back of his neck. The guys all applauded as James declared it was a wrap and then stared into the camera at me and told me to get my ass down here and help clean my husband up. We still had the post hunt interview to tape before we could go. Wow, who’d have thought there was this much work on a ghost hunting program?

[nscdesires]

Your husband was returning home from his parents' place when he saw a hot smokin' body with the fattest bubble butt he has ever seen hitching for a ride on the side of the road. Ever the gentleman, your husband didn't hesitate to stop the car to give the hunk a ride and the fact that he was so easy on the eyes was definitely a plus.

As they were entering the city limits, your husband learned that the hot hunk didn't live that far from both of your house and that he had to go through his neighbourhood anyway to reach home. It was a convenient situation for both of them.

The whole ride your hubby kept sneaking glances at the hunk sitting besides him and had to force his dick to calm down as it was easily visible on his slacks when hard cause of its massive size.

When your husband finally parked in front of the hitchhiker's building, the man insisted that your husband come up to his apartment for at least a drink of water. After refusing him the first two times, your husband felt bad about refusing him the third time so he reluctantly agreed and parked the car before getting out and following the hunk's fat bubble butt.

Ten minutes later, your husband was seated on the hitchhiker's couch, his head leaning back on the backrest, his arms resting lazily beside him and his legs spread while the hunk's head bobbed up and down as he sucked your man's hard cock. This was apparently how the hitchhiker had planned to 'repay' your hubby for his good deed. Things happened so quickly after they entered his apartment. Before your husband could realise what was happening, it was already too late. The hitchhiker was already fishing out his hardening cock.

Your husband would end up pumping five loads inside the hunk's tight holes and reach home four hours later than planned with empty balls. He told you he was stuck in traffic, making sure not to whisper even a little bit about the stranger he gave a ride to or got ridden by.

[tommydashwood]

[ooeygooeychewyhooey]

[cumboyintn]

My baby and I were hanging out with some of my friends last Thursday night at our favorite bar when Mike mentioned that he recently went to the Y downtown and had the best time. The Village People really did have it right about that place.

Originally I went there to just check out the guys, but hell, I found the most relaxed gym I ever worked out in. The guys there really weren’t that attractive overall, but man were they helpful! It was so different an environment that I actually got a membership so I can return on a regular basis.

Well Kenny and I weren’t happy with our current gym so we decided to check out the Y on Mike’s suggestion. Turns out he was right! They had the basic equipment there, nothing fancy, but fully able to do the job. Plus they had a full set of courts from basketball to racket ball, as well as a huge pool, divided into different areas designed for diving, laps and just relaxing.

Also, the guys there were not model material so we didn’t feel like we were being compared everything we turned around which was a nice change. After an hour of working out on the equipment, we spent the next half hour running laps on their indoor gym track before Kenny suggested we hit the showers and go swimming.

I told my baby that we didn’t bring any bathing suits and a couple guys who were near us interrupted and informed us that the Y was strictly male so swimsuits were optional. They just require you to shower before you jump in.

I looked at Kenny with a big old shit eating grin who was waiting to see my next argument point, so I conceded and said if he wanted to go swimming, then I guess we go swimming! So we headed to the showers just off the pool and washed off the layer of salty sweat before heading inside to the dark interior pool.

Sure enough the vast majority of the twenty or so guys in there were naked and their unattractive bodies confirmed that there wasn’t any hanky panky going on. As we neared the deep end, I could sense Kenny’s eagerness as he saw the diving board. Not stopping, he just proceeded to climb the ladder and after waiting for the prior diver, smiled at me as he rushed to the end of the board sprang upward and spun midair before landing a nice dive to the approval of the crowd around him.

Kenny had been on his high school swim team and still had a few moves from the times he competed. After the reception from his first dive i knew he was hooked and would want to get memberships. I was already on sold on it, but this just sealed the deal. I heard someone say that he never knew Kenny could dive like that. I turned to find Mike behind admiring my baby’s skills.

I greeted him and gave him a hug only feeling awkward after I realized we were both naked, but decided to ignore that fact. As Kenny got out and climbed the diving ladder again, Mike and I slid into pool to enjoy some soaking. As we got squared away, I heard Kenny give a laughing whoop and looked up to watch him execute another amazing dive.

I turned to Mike and thanked him as now ill never get him away from this pool. He laughed with me and Kenny popped up close by and swam over to us. He told me he was fucking amazed at this hidden gem right in our downtown region.

Mike smiled as he told us to make sure we checked out the swim lanes where they have periodic races and the darker corner where the seasoned swimmers go to relax away from everybody. I think I saw Tenor over there earlier. Hes kind of a local celebrity amongst the pool crowd.

Kenny got antsy hanging about as Mike and I floated and talked so he said he was going to swim a couple laps and go check out this soaking pool. The guy’s named Tenor, huh? Well he’ll I like singing too. As friendly as this crowd is, I bet ill make a new friend in no time.

Mike just chuckled as Kenny swam off. I heard him say that as nice a body as his is, he’s gonna make lots of new friends. We got back to discussing what the guys were up to as another fellow joined us. Mike introduced him as Earl and told me he was a retired school teacher. Then Earl began to entertain us with stories from his times as a phys ed instructor. In spite of myself I found me enjoying the company of Earl and the stories only faltered when I heard the loud entoning voice of Kenny.

I looked over at the lanes where he was swimming laps only to find it empty so I listened closely and followed the noise from the darkened corner. I smiled when I realized he must be there with this fellow Tenor and knowing Kenny he managed to get him involved in a song. I chuckled and said that he mustve found his new friend Tenor in the soaking pool. I kinda figured he’d get him to sing. Kenny would love to be a tenor but his voice just won’t let him those high notes. He does gave a nice baritone though.

Earl just started laughing like a fool at me. Then as Mike joined him, he told me that I mustve misheard the name. Its actually Glen, but we all call him Tenner because of his amazing ten inch cock. Its the longest dick this place has seen in a month of Sundays.

If your man is over there with him then I guarantee that he’s made a new friend and Tenner is showing him his namesake. He keeps to the soaking pool because too many guys were hanging around him just to see his fucking huge cock. The good news is that your man must be attractive as hell because Tenner is very picky about who he fucks and it sounds like he’s reaching new depths with your man. The bad news is that your man has been deemed acceptable, because now no one will ever satisfy like Tenner again. Every time you fuck him you’ll be wondering if he is satisfied or if he’s dreaming of a ten inch cock invading his hole again.

Just then Kenny let loose with a high pitch squeal as if to bring the point home. I could hear a low growling as I saw a few guys heading over to the soaking pool to watch. I heard one say that the stud who was diving is getting railed by Tenner. And I looked at Mike before swimming across the pool to the soaking area. I didn’t have to look too hard to find him as there were about a dozen guys perched on the stands around the pool jerking off to the spectacle before them.

When I got there I found Kenny hanging over the edge of the pool while this tall skinny guy was busy pistoning in and out of his ass. When the guy saw my worried face, he smiled before increasing his tempo. He latched his hands onto my baby’s hips to keep a tight fit while a froth was being pounded up in the pool around them. Suddenly the tall guy let out a deep growl of the word fuck and stopped moving after pushing one last time into Kenny’s asshole. I saw his body twitch a couple times before he separated from my partner and gave him a passionate kiss. Then he walked away to the three low steps and exited the pool beside me. He smiled as his lengthy deflating member bobbed in the air in front of him.

As he left, the guys returned to their activities leaving me to collect my husband. He was still hanging off the side of the pool but he looked amazingly relaxed. I could see he was totally fucked and there was little o could do about things now. I asked him if he was ready to go home and he just smiled and said maybe after another shower. Oh, and after we get a full year’s pass at the front desk. I am definitely hooked on the Y!

[manbutt77-deactivated20231031]

[amandahuggenkiss1]

He looked so fucking hot as he looked at me over his shoulder with his man bun and big ass in the air. My Grindr had gone off only ten minutes ago, but I was already in his room after finding the security bar keeping it open for me to get in.

“Hi,” I said nervously after closing the door and walking to the bed.

“Hey, man,” he smirked. “Come eat this big ass, stud.”

I quickly pulled off my tank top and board shorts after kicking off my flip flops. I slipped my hands inside my boxer briefs and threw them across the floor and got behind him on the bed.

He smelled so good as I pulled his butt cheeks apart and took a whiff of his clean, hairless hole. I caught a faint smell of chlorine and figured he’d been down at the pool earlier. I stuck my tongue out and began to lick his pink pucker.

“Fuck, that feels good, man,” he said quietly as he pushed his ass back into my face.

He tasted amazing as my tongue moved around every crevice. He moaned as I reached for his hard cock and gave it a stroke and kept my hand on it as I ate his hole. The guy had a perfect butt that had me leaking on the bed without even touching my cock. I kissed and licked and tongue fucked his wet hole.

“You’re fucking good at eating this big ass,” he whined as I kept going at it.

I took my hand off his cock and ran it up his bare back while I feasted on his snatch. I could feel his back muscles as I explored his warm skin.

“You taste so fucking good,” I said into his butt before munching on it some more.

“I hate to rush a good thing, but my wife should be finishing up at the spa soon, so go ahead and put that thick cock in me,” he said reaching back and spreading his own ass cheeks as his head found a pillow.

I got up on my knees and smacked my glistening cock head against his hole. He moaned as I did this a few times and then pushed my cock head into him.

“Oh good god, that’s a huge fucking dick,” he cried out as I finally got it all the way in his tight hole. “Give me a sec. Let me get used to it. It’s been a few months since I’ve taken cock.”

“He wasn’t as big as me?” I asked boastfully.

“Fuck, he was long but not as thick as you, chief,” the guy said before he slowly began fucking himself on my shaft.

“Was he hot?” I asked.

“You know him,” he said, “it was Davis in accounting.”

“Damn, he’s fucking hot,” I said as I began drilling his big ass as I held his waist.”

“Yeah, the guy can go two or three times,” he said. “I’ve got to clear my schedule just to take the poundings.”

“I didn’t know he fucked around,” I said as I slapped his ass.

“Who doesn’t?” He asked with a laugh before moaning.

“I had a feeling it was your Grindr,” I said in a huff as I wiped sweat from my forehead.

“Yeah, its pretty obvious even with the blurred out face, but I have to be a little discreet with my wife tagging along.”

“Makes sense,” I agreed. “We could’ve gone to my room since my wife couldn’t make it.”

“Yeah, but I like the excitement of my wife possibly catching us with your dick buried deep inside me,” he moaned as he began stroking his cock.

“She might like watching me work that hole hard,” I said softly as I concentrated on his butt.

“Fuck yeah, man,” he whined. “I’ve wanted your cock for a while now,” he admitted. “Just never know who is down.”

“Like you said, pretty much everyone,” I replied. “I fucked Coleman for four hours after the cocktail party last night. The guy loves to get railed hard for hours.”

“I bet he does, that fucking kiss ass,” he said. “Pull my hair, baby. Fuck me hard. Oh yeaaahhhh. That feels so fucking good, Bryan. I’m getting close, stud.”

I grabbed his man bun and pulled on it as I fucked him doggy on the hotel bed he shares with his wife. He looked so hot with his sweaty back arched and his arms flexed as the held the bed.

“Want me to flood that ass, baby?” I asked ready to shoot.

“Flood my hole, man, my wife never fucking touches me anyway,” he moaned loudly. “Breed me, Bryan. Give me that warm fucking load.”

“Fuck yeah, you dirty little bitch,” I said as I slapped his ass again and then grabbed the man bun one more time. “Here comes my jizz to coat that big, tasty ass.”

“Cum deep in me, babe,” he whined.

I shot an enormous amount of cum for someone who had fucked so much last night, but Brad was someone I’d lusted for since I started at my job. I enjoyed his warm ass as my cum finally stopped shooting inside him.

“I’m going to shoot, bro,” he warned with my cock still in him. “I’m going to bust all over this fucking bed,” he said before shooting against the headboard and pillows. “Fuck! Fuck yeah! Oh my fucking god!”

He finally came down from his intense orgasm and turned and leaned into me and gave me a sensual kiss. I was getting hard again and he felt it.

“As much as I’d like to ride again, I need to get cleaned up before my wife comes back,” he said. “Any chance I can come to your room later?”

“Of course, but I already invited a guy from the pool that I met earlier,” I said putting on my boxer briefs. “He doesn’t work with us and has a fat dick like me. I gave him head in the bathroom earlier.”

“That sounds like fun to me!” He said happily and he got a towel and began wiping up jizz. “I’m looking forward to another ride on you though, too.”

“Definitely,” I agreed. “And maybe we can clean your pipes a little more often at home.”

“You read my mind,” he said getting off the bed and giving me another great kiss.

“OK, see you later,” I said giving him a peck on the lips.

“Bye, babe,” he said as he went back to cleaning and I let myself out.

I stood at the elevator with a smile at the thought of getting in his big butt again later. The elevator door opened and a blonde woman on her phone walked past.

“Who knows what Bryan’s been doing,” she said. “I’m just trying to keep myself busy at these boring business outings.”

I knew what Bryan had been doing and was proud that I’d just mounted that bitches hot husband. I walked on the elevator and locked eyes with a hot guy in only flip flops and a bathing suit.

“You going down to the pool too?” He asked with a smile.

“I sure am,” I said. “I just worked up a sweat and need to cool off.”

“Me too,” he said. “Why don’t you tell me about it over a beer when we get down there.”

[cutweed-deactivated20200427]

[cumboyintn]

Once Ray and I got settled into our new apartment we started feeling comfortable about things again. We only moved across town so we could be closer to his mother who wasn’t doing well but insisted that she stayed out of those nursing homes. This compromise made both parties feel better. On top of that I managed to get swapped over to night shift do at least one of us would be there if she needed assistance. The decor in the place was hideous, but judging by her frail state, it probably wouldn’t be long term. So Ray worked the day shift and I worked night shift and we shared the hours in between with each other and his mom.

Along about the end of the first month, I finally met one of our neighbors. Mr. Carlton. A nice older fellow who carried himself with a no nonsense air. As I was heading out to work one night he caught me as I was walking down the hall. He introduced himself and told me I had a problem. I smiled as I figured he was going to complain about the noise or something, but he surprised me when he said that my young man was seeing somebody behind my back. As I stood there with a slack jaw, he told me to get over myself, that hed been around the block a few times and he knew when two young men were roommates and when the same two men were a couple. And that young fellow has a guy coming by almost every night. The noise he makes tells me they aren’t watching tv!

I asked him if he knew who it was and he replied he sure did. He’d been preying on young couples in this building before. But he wasn’t no snitch. If I wanted to do something about it, I would have to do something about it myself. Now if it were me, I think I’d put a camera up in the bedroom and capture the evidence before I took this to your man. The apts are laid out the same so I know you got a set of shelves by your bedroom door which could capture the whole thing if you were to hide a camera there. Then he slipped back into his place and left me standing there.

Needless to say, I thought about that all during my shift. I’d suspected Ray had cheated on me before, but I figured that was just me being insecure. By the time my shift was over, I’d decided to act on Mr. Carlson’s suggestion. I went home and had breakfast with Ray before he went to work and twenty minutes later I was off to pick up a camera of some sorts. I found a place which sold spy cameras and opted for one that looked like a picture frame. Back home I put a picture of us in it and placed it on the third shelf up. I lay down on the bed and tried out my connection. Bam! There I was! Perfect.

The next night I went to work and Mr. Carlton stuck his head out the door. I just nodded and kept going. On my break I decided to check on things. I scrolled through a couple hours of nothing until I caught Ray turning on the light. He must be going to bed. That is until the second guy came in the room. It was Mr. Carlton. They stopped beside the bed and our neighbor placed Ray in a tight embrace as he kissed him. As they broke apart and were quickly undressing, Mr. Carlton looked directly at the frame and waved.

Then he climbed onto my bed and started playing with a large cut dick. He waved the thick beast around as Ray got on his knees and tried to capture it with his mouth. After a couple minutes of this he grabbed Ray’s head and pulled him onto his towering erection. As he face fucked him, he stared up at the picture frame and grinned. Eventually they both lost their underwear as well and Mr. C maneuvered Ray around so that he was plowing my baby’s hole. He held on to his hips as he pumped. The old man was built a lot better than I had assumed from his doorway. He leaned over and slapped Ray’s ass as he power fucked him. Mr. C jammed his hips and held tight, obviously shooting his load up Ray’s behind. They finally broke apart and they both lay down on the bed. As Ray bent down and started licking Mr. Cs crotch, my neighbor looked up straight at me and smiled.

Needless to say I was worthless the rest of my shift. I made a beeline line for Mr. Carltons door. He answered after the second pounding. He told me I should calm down unless I wanted all the guys to know my husband was available to fuck.

I asked him why he told me about the cheating if he was doing it and he simply replied that it is so much hotter to plug some hot guy if his husband knows and is watching. Youre not the first husband who’s been a distant cuckold, but certainly a first time for me to do a gay couple. You know I can be so much rougher on my new boy than I ever could any of Daddy’s previous girls! See you tonight then? Or rather, you’ll see me? By the way, the picture frame camera is perfect. Even though i can’t see you, i can still picture your face watching me satisfy your man. Then he grabbed his crotch, laughed shut his door in my face.

[igotdaddyissues]

[cumboyintn]

Hadn’t been out with my honey in months. So when we both got a weekend off and we weren’t buried in chores around the house, I suggested we have a little fun on Friday night at our favorite bar. There aren’t a lot of gay bars to explore where we live but the Rusty Zipper is always an interesting evening. If nothing else, we could see some old friends and have a few drinks instead of being cooped up in the same four walls.

Friday night I put on my favorite chinos and polo shirt while Hank slipped on his denim shirt with his ass hugging black jeans as we slipped off to dinner before hitting the Zip. I know we hadn’t been out in a couple months but a lot had changed.

We didn’t see too many of the old crowd, in fact it looked as if the bar had shifted from the urban clientele we were used to into a rougher group of guys. In fact we weren’t even sure it was still a gay bar until a daddy at the bar grabbed an unsuspecting younger guy who was walking past him and pulled him in for a deep kiss. Hank and I just froze as we took this in watching the older stud mauling the younger guy’s full ass as he sucked face with him. When they split up, the older guy smiled and shoved a card into the younger guy’s front pocket and nodded towards the back patio. Well then.

Hank and I made our way to the bar and ordered two beers as the room was busy checking us out. I seriously felt like a steak at a carnivore convention. As the bartender brought us our bottles, this top less muscle daddy reaches across the bar for his drink and spilled one of the bottles out of the bartenders hand sending its contents down Hank’s denim shirt.

He apologized and offered to buy a new bottle. Hank told me to go ahead and pick it up while he headed for the rest room to clean up the spilled beer. Our new friend turned out to be named Turk and he was part of a road crew during the day. As the replacement beer arrived, Turk advised me to just be cool and get comfortable as my boyfriend was gonna be a while in the restroom.

I glanced over to far wall as I watched three muscled daddies go into the restroom. Turk smiled as he told me that about now the boys were draping that sexy shirt over a stall wall to dry. That’ll be joined by his jeans and whatever undies he’s wearing. He won’t be needing any of them for the next hour or so. Its Friday and the guys are all itching to put a full weeks worth of pent up sexual stress to work.

Your boy’s a bottom, right? Well if he ain’t, he will be. His ass was the target of the night and I was told to get it in the fuck room. Ooops! He he he. Just then I heard a growl coming out of the restroom and Turk said that it looks like Martin must be starting them off tonight. That fucker is so damned thick. Makes every one of them howl when he enters them. I heard Hank moan again but this time it was cut off as he groaning.

Turk smiled as he said that someone figured out that your boy has two holes. He he. I got up to head into the bathroom and help Hank when I felt two strong arms wrap around my shoulders and force back onto my bar stool. Turk looked at me and said that going in there right now and causing a scene would not be the wisest move. A feller did that last week and ended up waking up in a crate out back all tied up the next morning. The boys actually took his fellow over to Morgan County and sold him to some lowlife traffickers. Of course no one saw anything. Best to just sit still and let the boys work off some steam.

I heard a cheer go up from the restroom and I could only imagine what was going on. Turk told me to go ahead and drink my beer before it gets warm as he grabbed the other bottle. Cheers he said before tipping Hank’s bottle up and swallowing about half. Sometimes there’s nothing like a cold brew, bud. Then he raised the bottle and downed the rest. As he stood, he smiled and told me that tonight there was something better as he grabbed his junk through his pants and headed back to restroom,

I started to stand up again but the strong hands just pushed me back down onto my seat. I sat there nursing my beer as I listened to raucous party happening in the restroom. A steady flow of rough looking guys were heading in and out of the door. I noticed that the old crowd was definitely no longer here as hairy older men were playing pool and dipping into the can.

Finally, about thirty minutes later, Turk reemerged from the restroom with a satisfied grin on his face. He came back over to the bar and the guy behind headed to the can instead. As I watched the meaty bruiser push the door open, Turk ordered two more beers. Then he sat back down and told me that Hank turned out to be just the kind the kind of faggot we like. He was backing that ass up on my dick like a semi before a long haul. And sucking dick? My god hes good! Watched him swallow three loads before I drained my first load down his gullet.

While I fed him, Johnson was busy painting his innards. That man shoots the biggest fucking loads. I wasn’t complaining though. I love fucking sloppy seconds! Man there’s a fucking pool of cum under your cum bucket boyfriend. And there’s a line still to use his hole, but you shouldn’t have too much longer to wait on him. I heard one of the guys say Old Man Miller is coming and once he gets here no one will want to fuck him after that. The bastard is so fucking thick around that he stretches holes so wide that your dick just flops around. Ive heard the hole shrinks back down, but it takes a couple days and even then its still tender for a week or so.

As Turk was drinking his new beer, a commotion was at the door as this big fellow came in. Looked like a big bald supervillain. I saw a guy point him to the restroom. I looked at Turk who had a big grin on his face. He smiled as a loud yell came from the restroom. The shouts were quickly muffled as several guys exited the restroom, including the guy who had been holding me in place.

As he got back to the bar he ordered a beer as well. Turk asked if he got in and he replied that he didn’t get any this time. Was just two out when Miller showed up and you know how that goes. That ass is done for the night. Hell its done for the week, the hung fucker. Good thing he pays us well. Shame too, cause I hear this one was a real keeper. Then he put his hand on my shoulder and asked if Hank would consider coming back in a couple weeks for the guys who didn’t get to use his hole? Just asking…

[speedo-guy]

[cumboyintn]

When Matt and I went on vacation this year we decided to do something bold and different. We'd heard about these gay camps from our friends and they just couldn't stop singing the praises about how they enjoyed it. See the basic gist was it was all male, usually gay but not necessarily, and you spent a week surrounded by others often leading to opportunities to expand your bedroom circle. From what our friends told us, they ended up having cluster fucks every night around a roaring fire. Something out of a dark ages fantasy.

Well Matt and I were down to explore a little on the wild side, and I kind of had a secret fantasy to watch him get fulfilled by another guy or two. So we chose a berth at Camp Grizzly because we were attracted to the guys in the web site as well as the fact that they were having a 'Daddys Week' when we chose to go. Well it was set for the hottest week in June and we were going to get a full adventure out of it.

We got our reservations in the mail along with two pairs of speedos which we were instructed to wear to the meet and greet cookout on the opening day. We held them up and laughed nervously as we had never worn anything so revealing in public before, but we'd paid our deposit already and decided to go for it. Matt chose the solid blue one while I took the one with a red and orange hawaiian theme. We modeled them and decided that they definitely showed off our less than stellar physiques in a very flattering way.

A week before our Father's Day vacation, we received an email reminding us to bring a few essentials that previous campers had wanted. Along the comfort items listed were lube, condoms, toys, and any mood enhancing props you might want. It was a closed site so we were free to be us and share what excited with us with our new friends. And don't forget your swimwear provided by your camp masters. See you in a week! Matt and I got a good chuckle at the message but I could see he was just as excited about this as me.

The following Sunday was a quiet drive as we drove into the lush forest area of the state, each of us eagerly anticipating our week of debauchery. We'd pretty much worn out the phrase of a " bear fucking in the woods" to describe what we were hoping to find. As we passed through the gated entrance to Camp Grizzly we showed our electronic reservation to the guard, who eyed us over with a grin and asked us if we had our swim wear. We told him that we did and Matt pulled his shorts down to show he was already wearing them. The guard took in a quick deep breath and said that the fellows are gonna love you then directed us to the main cabin where we'd get our assigned cabin.

We got checked in and checked out by several eager hot older fellows. I could see that this was gonna be wilder than we had been told. We made it to our cabin and unloaded our gear before then parking our jeep in the big guest parking lot and walking the half mile back to our cabin. Along the way we were all eyes at the many nubile muscle twinks and the stern daddies that were littering the wooded area. I nudged Matt and said that it seemed like there were about equal numbers of each group and he replied that he couldn't wait to meet a few of them as stared at a twenty something guy wearing a brown string bikini bottom. I grabbed Matt by his inflating dick and directed him to our cabin with a laugh and several other guys stared and smiled as well.

Once at the cabin as we put our stuff up, Matt brought a welcome campers note he found in the kitchen. It said that the Meat and Greet event began at four thirty and all were expected to join in. Make sure to wear your swim suit. Just your swim suit. See you there! Grrrr!

I checked my phone and saw it was only two so we had plenty of time to explore the area before the party. So we went out to tour the camp. There were so many cabins clustered together in different parts of the two hundred acre camp site. I saw cute little signs like Bears Den or Twink Cove. It was very well thought out. In the center of it al, was a huge bonfire pit and several men were unloading wood from a truck. There mustve been enough logs and pieces to last the whole week. And the sweat glistening off the bare backs of the strong men made me forget everything as I watched them unload it. Matt nudged me and with a laugh told me that I shouldn't nut just yet. I looked down and saw my shorts at full attention and I laughed back.

We walked on and I couldnt help burst notice that there were quite a few other guys in a similar state from watching the activity and Matt and just took in the lovely woodland scene of wild animals in their natural habitats. When we finally made it back to the cabin we had made a few new acquaintances and were eagerly looking forward to the event, which I noticed was less than twenty minutes away.

As we quickly showered together, Matt asked me while scrubbing my back if I noticed something odd. I answered that all those hunks out there were wearing too much clothes? He laughed and said that wasn't what I was thinking about. They keep reminding us to wear these skimpy suits, but there wasn't any pool or lake. I thought for a second and realized he was right.

Well, we dried off and donned our suits, me in my Hawaiian and Matt in his aqua blue speedo, which would've looked stunning in a pool of crystal blue water. I kissed him as I told him how hot he looked and he ran his fingers under my balls and told me he was looking forward to checking out my coconuts. We laughed and headed back to the center of camp.

There were about fifty guys there and Matt nudged me and said I was right about there being about half twinks and half daddies as we ogled the hot flesh on display around the now roaring fire. A few minutes later, a handsome fellow with a salt and pepper goatee got up on a makeshift dais and addressed us. The crowd quieted as he introduced himself as Frank, the camp director and welcomed us to Daddys Week. The crowd erupted in applause at that and once the noise died down he continued.

He dpsaid that this is a special week here and we eagerly anticipate it each year. Do we have any virgins here this year? That question certainly got everyone's attention. Then Frank laughed and said that he meant virgin as first time at Camp Grizzly, as I can see you bunch of horndogs are practically fucking out there already!

This brought a laugh as then a series of hands arose, ours included. Frank just smiled as he then instructed us as to how Camp Grizzly worked. The site is now closed to outsiders, thats why we told you to bring your necessities. In emergency we'd allow you to exit of course, but we don't want to advertise too loudly what goes on out here. Also, since it is a closed site, clothing is now optional, with the exception of the Meat and Greet. I see you all are wearing the swimsuits you were sent, which brings us to the events of d Daddy's Week. There will be many fun exercises and craft events with a daily listing being posted at your cabin center. You decide what you want to do, but as you all paid to be here, I assume you'll want to participate in some. Each day there will be a special Daddy Event where you and your partner will pair up for a special romantic period celebrating being a daddy.

Now I see some of you confused as you're single. That is why we sent you the swim suits. For this week, you will paired up with a complete stranger to be partners. There was a rumble of applause at this. For the next week, you'll be with your sweetie, if you brought him (several laughs from the crowd), but you will be partnered with someone else. Thats why we pre-screened your applications to ensure that a basic level of attraction was met by all you horny bastards.

The partners will be determined by your swimsuit we sent you. Somewhere in this crowd is someone wearing the same suit as you. Now to make it easier for you, the suits were split up between young nubile boy toys and mature daddy studs. All you need do is find your pair.

Okay you silly shits, go find your partner!

Matt and I just looked at each other with a loss of words. Well this is unexpected. A beefy daddy bumped into Matt as he was checking out our suits and we just smiled and decided to go find our Waldo in this group of studs. I started walking around checking out the hot studs looking for a gaudy red and orange number. As I was halfway around the fire, I spotted several pairings of older guys hugging and kissing on younger ones wearing matching swimsuits. As I got to the front of the directors hut I found Matt in the arms of a large silver fox who was hugging him as the two were engaged in a hot kiss. I watched this for a second or two before continuing on, searching for mine.

After five minutes of frantic searching with no luck, I noticed that the camp had become noticeably quieter as most of the guys were busy making out with their new partner. Matt included. Thats when I heard Frank on the microphone again. He asked if everyone had found their partner and a series of muffled replies ensued. Frank laughed as he said he could see that we were good at finding Waldo, and Ben, and Dick. Really good at finding dick judging by what I'm seeing here.

There should be one fellow out there still looking though. He should be wearing a pair that match these, at this point Frank dropped his shorts revealing a pair of red and orange Hawaiian print speedos, matching mine. Would the lucky twink please come forward to join me on the stage?

As I walked up front the group erupted into applause getting louder the closer I got to the stage. When I got there Frank just smiled and told the camp he got a winner this year guys! He helped me to the stage and had me take a bow. As I was bent over facing the crowd, I felt two hands on my hips as Frank began grinding into me. I heard him tell the campers welcome to Daddys Week and that hed see them tomorrow morning before his hand slipped inside my suit.

I felt him slide my suit down as he went face first into my crack. It felt so good having his tongue assaulting my hole but I was a little embarrassed to be front and center on stage for everyone to watch. After a few minutes he let me stand back up and turn around. I saw the camp was wall to wall make out with more a few groups of orgies forming. I saw the hot daddy who was making out with Matt by the directors hut and he was kissing another daddy while he was fucking someone else on the ground. Then I saw the blue speedo hanging on the guys foot as he turned him around and the daddy he was kissing started spit roasting Matt with him.

Frank whispered in my ear that Bill paid him extra to scour through the pics and choose his boy. Im sure he's glad you two didn't decide to switch suits. He's gonna be fucking your man all week. Thats why I chose you. You'll be in my cabin with me while Bill rides your man in yours. Dont worry, I got you a comfortable bed to sleep on.

Bill likes to have his orgy parties and wel, you'd just be in the way if you stayed there. And everyone wants to come to Bill's parties once they see his ten inch pecker. They live to play with it, but he puts on such a wild show fucking his boys mouth and ass like a wild man. I had to make him tone it down after the incident three years ago where he actually tore a fellows asshole with his rough fucking. That one cost me a lot in medical bills.

You'll get to see for yourself when we visit. As director I get to visit all the parties. Now time you showed daddy what a good boy you are and get busy sucking. Yeah you're pretty good at this. You keep me happy and I won't have to put you in the time out cage. Here, you'll need this as my boy always wears it as he pulls out a beat up leather collar and attaches it around my neck. As he latches it he leans in and kisses me. His hands then trail down my chest as he grabs a nipple in each and starts twisting them.

You keep reacting like that and you won't have to sleep in the dog bed either, son. You'll be right beside me with my dick buried up your ass! Hell this might be my best Daddys Week yet!

As I looked back out for Matt I saw him walking towards our cabin with his partners hand sticking in his ass. I saw his Daddy stop him and grab his hand to wrap it around his huge semi hard cock before continuing on. The three other pairs laughed as the daddies then put their boys in similar positions.

I saw Matt a few times the rest of the week. As the directors boy, I had to go where he went but I noticed that Bill kept Matt away from the main group. When I did see him at the barbecue on Tuesday I noticed he was sitting rather gingerly and his lips were rather puffed. Bill made a point of kissing him repeatedly in front of me and once when he dropped his napkin, I saw that Matt's asshole was stretched wide open and looked sore as fuck. When Matt went to sit back down, Bill grabbed him around the waist and sat him directly on his lap. He then made out with him for a minute before he inserted his now hard monster up Matt's ass. I was amazed at how smoothly Matt took it. So were the other guys at the table. The conversation stopped as we all watched Bill stuff my man's ass and then breed it. When he finished the table erupted into applause as Bill turned Matt's head and sank his tongue into my man's mouth. They remained seated like that for the rest of dinner.

After we finished eating Bill asked Frank when he was coming over and suggested tomorrow night might be best as Thursday he, Ed, and Wendell were doing their yearly DP session and you know things get when Wendell starts pumping with me. You'd think there was a world War going on inside that ass. Ha ha. I saw Matt's eyes get big and said that I don't think thats a good idea. Matt is not a slut like that.

Then I felt a slap on the side of my face as Frank told me that his boy will not embarrass him like that. Just for that you will be in the cage tonight. And I think I will go see the show Thursday, after I try out your slut tomorrow night, Bill. You gents have a fun night!

I wasn't allowed to see Matt after that until Saturday when we packed up and went home. He was truly fucked out I could tell by looking at him. He actually sat with a towel shoved up his ass to keep his asshole from leaking cum out on the way home. Bill had sent him home with his email address, text info programmed into his phone and a set of pics of him taking some of the biggest cocks I have ever seen, including one belonging to my 'daddy' Frank. The most impressive were the films though of Bill and Wendell DPing himfor about five minutes.

I held his hand on the way home and apologized over and over for getting him involved in such a thing. Had I known all the details I would never have suggested this week. Matt smiled at me and said it was okay. In fact I had fun. In fact so much fun that I signed us up for next year. Daddy Bill says we'll get a special rate as we're returning twinks. Turns out that they don't usually allow twinks to return after they've had a week, but the daddies really enjoyed their time with me. Daddy Bill says he's gonna be meeting with me throughout the year to help me maintain my skills. He says he wants to surprise them next year with the camps first ever triple penetration. He thinks I can do it.

I told him I'd do it but you get to come back too. He and Daddy Frank argued a bit but they agreed on it. Its gonna be so much fun!

[largepeniss]

[singjock]

Anonymous public cock sucking. Fuck yes

[gaycheatingmen]

I walked into the station and immediately got the feeling something was off, a few of the other officers smirked when they passed me and others wouldn’t make eye contact.  I had been on the force for three years and the first two were rocky.  Being an out guy man on the force had been a challenge.  There were a lot of old stereotypes that I had to overcome but when the guys realized I wasn’t going anywhere and I had proven myself on a couple of busts things got easier and this last year things really improved.  But something was different this morning, something had changed and it was making me sick.  I quickly went through a list of things in my head it might be but none of them made sense.  It had been 6 months since I brought Andrew to the annual picnic and though I had stressed about it for weeks, it went surprisingly well.  Andrew was a masculine guy like myself and the guys really seem to like him.  Don’t get me wrong, there were still a few toxic guys on the force that rolled their eyes and no amount of exposure would convince them that a fag on the force was a good thing but for the most part it went well and Andrew held his own.  I got to the Sarge’s office where a small group had formed around his desk and it looked like they were watching something on his computer.  I heard Sarge comment Jesus Mark- you are using his mouth like a fuckn pussy and look at him take it- No wonder Jason always come in here so fuckn happy.  That faggot really knows how to suck cock.  The rest of the guys broke out in laughter which quickly died down when they turned around and saw me.  Hey guys whats all the fuss abo…. I stopped in my tracks when I saw the monitor.  It was a video of my husband on his knees taking a very well endowed cock down his throat, I recognized the jacket as one the guys on the force wore when we are undercover.  What the fuck?! I whispered.  Alright guys- shows over Sarge said - Give me some time to explain this to Jason-  The guys filtered out of the office and Sarge shut the door.  Boss, what is this- I asked as I could feel my face turning beat red.  Is that….  Mark?  He had been one of the meanest to me since I started.  The video was paused with my husband swallowing his fat cock looking up at him like a desperate fag.  Well buddy, it seems that your …. um…. boyfri….I finished for him as it seemed like the Sarge had a hard time referring to him as my husband, yea yea, your husband was caught down at the park during one of our raids.  What do you mean- caught?  I asked.  Andrew and I agreed when I joined the force that our extra marital fun had to stop.  Not that we were ever completely open but we weren’t immune to the occasional threeway, but even that seemed too risky now that I was a part of the police department.  You are familiar that your kind… he stopped again, Sarge was old school and had tried to be accommodating when he learned I was gay, but still struggled.  I don’t mean offense when I say that, you know that,  I know I know Sarge I let it pass.  Well we have to do occasional busts down there as people complain about men fucking around out in the open.  I mean this was lunch time Jason- not the dead of the night.  So we sent in a few under covers to see …. and stop… this from happening.  That I could not let pass.  Sarge- This video is not of Andrew being arrested, this is of him sucking off Mark!  I practically screamed.  Listen- when we went down there, there were 3 of us and your boyfr… husband was in the middle of uh…. well he….. Jesus Christ Jason there just isn’t a nice way to put this so bear with me.  He was bent over, taking one dick up his ass and one down his throat.  We arrested the two guys who were …. with him…. but we recognized Andrew from the picnic and believe it or not out of loyalty to you I told them to address him a little differently.  In order for this to not….. escalate… the guys came up with a different plan. I’m not going to lie… I knew you wouldn’t like it but Mark … well… he had the power on this one as he said there was no way he would keep his mouth shut unless he got to call the shots on this one, so I didn’t have much choice.  I know he did this to embarrass you but the other option was to arrest him and that would have made it’s way to the press.  I felt defeated knowing everything Sarge said was right.  He actually was doing me a favor and … my thought was interrupted when Sarge pushed play on the video.  Mark was calling Andrew all sorts of names but Andrew was really getting off on it.  He was even addressing Mark as SIR and begging him to cum down his throat.  Just when I thought it couldn’t get worse Andrew got up from his knees and a saw another guy from the force, his face wasn’t visible but he got behind Andrew and slid his bare cock into my husbands hole.  Then I heard Sarge say Yea take that fuckn cock faggot.  Jesus Sarge!  You fucked my husband?!  God Damnit Jason I’m not immune to wanting to get off and your faggot was loving it.  He was begging for it.  So yes, the truth is we all had a go at him, and he took it like a fuckn champ.  Even Mark has respect for the guy now that he let us all unload in him.  Listen, we took him in but didn’t charge him, he’s in the holding cell outback waiting for you.  I was relieved when I left the Sarges office that none of the guys were around, as a matter of fact, it was strangely quiet, I mean usually there’s at least a few guys mulling about.  I decided not to question it and just be thankful.  For the first time I had to figure out how to address this with my husband but when I turned the corner to the holding cell I saw where all the guys were.  My husband was on the small cot completely naked on his back while one of the guys was balls deep in him and two more were behind him waiting.  Mark was busy keeping Andrews mouth full while two more were getting jerked off.  I froze.  I watched.  I felt my cock get hard, my face get red.  Tears streamed down my face.  Mark looked over and ordered me in the cell.  For some fucked up reason I listened.  I felt relieved that I didn’t have to make a decision about where to go and what to do, someone was telling me, ordering me.  Get on your knees fag I heard him say.  The other guys watched silently.  I did as Mark told.  Soon his cock was down my throat and another guy from the force took his place above my husband.  For the next two hours every guy on the force used my husbands and I’s holes.  Our mouths and our asses were full of police cock and cum. 

[secret-soldier-1-9]

[tamingjarheads]

I respectfully disagree. Jarhead is just showing off his skill level.

Good boys kneel.

[bustymusclefag]

Big dumb greedy muscle pig getting all worked up playing with it tits. Notice how its mouth cant help but stay open because it craves cock.

[dcthz-deactivated20200612]

[collar-cage]

Sir never wanted him to go to work without fresh seed in him. He’d wake up, work out, eat shower and put on the clothes laid out for him. Then his Sir would find his way too him, tell him what a good boy he was, squeeze his cage and use his hole. He’d rub some cum on his face and then let him go to work.

He felt thoroughly used. He hasn’t cum in weeks. He loves these mornings. On his way out the door it was always the same goodbye, “Be a good fag today.” His dick would twitch in its cell and then he’d reply, “Yes, Sir.”

[wolfitodilfs]

[fuckmetx]

On my first day at my new job the owner of the company briefed those of us who would be working our company’s booth at the big industry expo.  “Max you and our newbie here, Tanner, will be one team at the booth, so you’ll be rooming together, too.”  I glanced at Max, who I’d been ogling all morning, and saw the bulge in his slacks flex.  “And, Max, Tanner may be just out of school, but I expect you to ride him hard and make him produce,” the owner said sternly.  I looked at Max, who looked into my eyes and said, “Don’t worry, boss, I’ll make sure he puts out… for the company.”  Then he winked at me and flexed his cock.  I’m not sure how effective I was working the booth, but I certainly put out for Max in the room.  And the big boss joined us the second and third nights to check on how well I put out.  I guess I did a good job, the owner of the company has told me he wants me to available to entertain customers who visit from now on.  I call the raise he gave me my whore money.

[mydaddyishairy]

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[fuckmetx]

Pete didn’t know which disappointed him more, that his son was clearly a fag who wanted his cock, or that he was too timid to go for when he put it right there for him.  But as he unzipped, he had another thought.  If he’s this passive, then he probably won’t resist doing anything his father orders him to do.  This has possibilities…

[meatypecslover]