it’s a man’s world

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[amandahuggenkiss1]

It was my first day on the job after an extensive interview process and background check. I thought it was overkill for an assistant job, but the boss is a major mogul in finance. I knew taking the job would give me more opportunities in the future — even if I was just picking up dry cleaning or getting the guy his coffee or lunch. Besides, the man was hot as fuck and my 22-year-old libido kept me horny. I figured it wouldn’t hurt to look at his sculpted body each day.

“Collins, your new assistant Jayson is here,” his house manager Miguel announced into the large marble bathroom as he ushered me in.

“I can just wait until he’s done,” I told the handsome man with a Latin accent.

The man smiled at me as he pushed his hair from his forehead.

“Go on in,” he instructed. “This will be how you start your mornings.”

The man was still smiling before he gave me a wink and closed the door behind him as he left. I continued into the bathroom slowly around the marble wall in front of me and was quickly met with the back of Collins’ body through the shower glass. I could see he was looking at something in his hand as I moved to the side of the shower with the door.

“Good morning, sir,” I said quietly as I saw that he had was opening a small bottle.

The man didn’t answer as he worked to get the bottle open. I stood wondering what to do next.

“Good morning, sir,” I said loudly this time as he looked up.

“Put down your backpack and get undressed,” Collins said before looking back at the bottle.

“I’m sorry, sir,” I said loudly. “What did you say?”

“Get naked and get in here,” he said holding eye contact this time.

I put down my backpack next to the tub to my right, kicked off my new stylish work shoes and began removing my fitted suit I’d just bought for this job. This is definitely not how I’d envisioned my first day starting, but I knew I had to do whatever the powerful man wanted. All I could think as I pulled down my boxer briefs was that I was glad I’d trimmed my body hair and shaved my balls the night before.

“And just get in with you?” I asked.

Collins waved me to him and handed me the small bottle as I got in. I was careful not to look at his body as I looked down at the bottle. “Enhancement liquid gold” it said on it with the picture of a man’s torso. I opened it with my dry hands and handed it back to him. He turned toward the shower wall and held it to his nose for a few seconds before placing it next to the single bar of soap on the ledge.

“Here,” Collins said handing me the soap. “Lather up your cock and stick it in.”

I held the soap looking at his muscular back and ass as he now leaned against the wall with both hands.

“Sir, I …” I began to protest before Collins stopped me.

“Fuck my ass, Jayson,” he said firmly.

Blood quickly flowed to my cock and I was hard almost immediately as I took the soap and lathered it in my hand before soaping up my the perfect ass of my new boss. Collins moaned as my fingers moved across his hole. I stroked my cock with my soapy hand before putting the soap back on the ledge and then getting back behind my boss. I slowly led my cock to his butt before starting to push my head into his warm crevice.

“That’s it, man,” he encouraged, “put it all the way in.

I followed his instructions and was now balls deep in his ass. I could feel him concentrating on his breathing as his hole got used to my thick rod.

“Fuck, you’re big,” he said still holding the wall. “I knew you would be.”

I put my left hand on Collin’s shoulder and my right hand on his waist as I began to drill the relative stranger in his fancy shower.

“Don’t be shy, dude,” Collins said louder. “Really drill my ass.”

I followed his instructions and began to pound his tight hole as he moaned loudly. All I could think was about how his house manager might hear what was happening. Collins took the small bottle again and I let go of his shoulder and now held his waist as I fucked him and he held the bottle back up to his nose.

“Your cock is what … 8 inches?” He asked putting the bottle back on the ledge.

“Almost 8 and a half,” I corrected him as my cock fucked in and out of his jock pussy.

“Mmmm yeah,” he said as if confirming that’s what he felt. “We have a car coming soon, so go ahead and pound me out, man. Just don’t shoot in my ass, I don’t want to be dribbling jizz out of my hole all day.”

At this point I was fucking horny and in a sexual frenzy as I plowed his pussy. The guy was moaning as he pushed back into me trying to get more of my cock.

“Damn, that’s a tight ass,” I said quietly as I enjoyed the feeling of his warm, soapy hole.

A few minutes later I was ready to shoot and could tell Collins was close. I felt his hole tense up and hug my dick with each thrust. His fingers were bright red as he held the ledge tightly and tried desperately to fuck himself on my rod.

“I’m going to cum,” he said loudly as his head fell forward. “I’m cumming.”

The sound of his jizz hitting the marble in front of and below us was loud as his ass clamped down hard on my penis. He hadn’t even touched his own cock. I was about to cum and had to push on his back to free my dick from his hole as I gave it a quick stroke and shot copious amounts of cum on his back, ass and legs. I absolutely drenched my new boss in my slimy load as the water mixed with it and both ran down his perfect skin.

“Shit, you always cum that much?” Collins asked with a smirk as he turned toward me.

“Yes, sir,” I replied slightly embarrassed.

“Fucking hot,” Collins responded. “I love to eat cum.”

I nodded at him as he moved under the shower head and began cleaning himself with the soap.

“Dry off and get dressed,” he said as I stood there watching. “I’ll meet you in the kitchen with Miguel shortly. We have to head across town to our first meeting.”

I got out and dried myself off as instructed and quickly got dressed. My hair was still moist from the shower and sweat as I walked into the kitchen to find Miguel making a smoothie for Collins.

“How was it, Papi?” He asked with a smile and just the turn of his head.

“Good,” was all I said.

“It sounded like it was good,” Miguel kept smiling. “I had to shoot load while I listened,” he said turning back to the smoothie.

I felt embarrassed and sexually charged all at once. Was this normal around here? Was sex just part of the job and part of the culture here?

“That’s how you’ll start most days,” Miguel said turning off the blender. “Unless …” he continued, “Collins has a guy over. Sometimes he’ll still want you to join in or to fuck the guy in his bed, but you’ll usually be off the hook most times he has a guest.”

I gave a nod as Miguel seemed to search my eyes for my reaction.

“You get used to it, my friend,” he said. “It becomes pretty fun, you know?” He said in his Latin accent.

Just then, Collins walked into the room in a tailored suit that fit his body perfectly. He put his computer bag on the island and grabbed his smoothie from Miguel’s hand.

“I have dinner tonight with the guy from the company I’m trying to buy,” Collins told Miguel. “Make sure I have new sheets on the bed, lube and all of that ready to go. I’m going to make sure he’s happy and ready to accept my offer.”

“You got it,” Miguel said with a smile as he began to clean up the smoothie stuff.

“Jayson,” Collins continued, “you’re going to spend the night. I might need your big cock to help sway his decision.”

I looked to Miguel who made eye contact and smirked at me before turning away again.

“Yes, sir,” I responded to Collins as he finished his smoothie and put the glass down on the marble counter.

“Let’s go,” he said to me as he grabbed his bag and put it on his shoulder. “Oh, and Miguel,” he added, “make sure to keep Jayson hydrated and ready to perform.”

“You got it,” Miguel responded again as he put his finger in his mouth seductively for me to see as I followed Collins out of the kitchen.

[ponziodimelgueil]

[twisted-talez]

“Hold there guys,” the photographer ordered, readjusting his camera for the photo shoot.

“You’re hard as a rock,” the nude model straddling me observed, my big cock pressed firmly against his tight hole. “Slide it in me,” he taunted. “Who cares if you’re straight? A hole is a hole.”

I needed the money. I could barely afford my college tuition and books. But when you tossed in beer money and trying to keep up with my fraternity brothers, I was constantly in need of cash. So when I saw a flyer posted on a bulletin board at the campus gym that advertised EASY MONEY in big letters, my interest was piqued.

The fine print on the flyer didn’t seem so bad. A local photographer was looking for male models for “athletic photos,” whatever the fuck that meant. You had to be 18 to 25. Check. You had to be attractive. Check. And you had to be muscular and fit. Check.

I called the number on the flyer, and the deal seemed legit. The photographer offered me $200 bucks for a two-hour photo session. I’d have to strip down and show my body, but my cock would never be exposed. “I do tasteful, black-and-white, nude photos,” he informed me over the phone. “I celebrate the athletic shape of the male body through my work.” I told him I was game and he invited me to his home studio the next day.

The photographer was not what I anticipated when he opened the door. I guess I expected some sissy faggot who just likes taking pictures of hot guys, but this guy didn’t seem that. He was tall and muscular. Definitely over fifty. He looked like a retired football coach. But the pink, leopard-print sofa in his living room told me he was definitely a gay dude.

“You’ve got the look I like,” the photographer said while inspecting me up and down. “Let’s get you upstairs in my studio and see what you’ve got.” Two minutes later I was upstairs and removing my clothes for him.

“Yes, you will work quite well,” he assured me. “You’ve got great definition, which shows up nicely in black and white. And I’m glad you’re a bit hairy. Too many guys your age shave their bodies. I want my men to look like men.”

Then looking down at my cock, he exclaimed, “Fuck, you’re hung. You straight?” When I nodded yes, he chuckled and said, “I bet the bitches love getting fucked by that piece of meat.” I felt certain he would also love it, so I kept my mouth shut.

The photo shoot itself was pretty easy. As the photographer promised, my cock was covered the entire time, or my body was angled so you couldn’t see my junk in the photo. He put me through a variety of poses and backdrops. “You’re a natural,” he told me. “The camera loves you.”

What I loved was the $200 bucks he handed me at the end of the session. “So when can I come back?” I asked eagerly. “Next week?”

He laughed at my eagerness and said no, that he might not need me for another month. I was disappointed and told him I needed more money.

“Well,” the photographer began with some hesitation. “I do have another project on which I’m working.” He then pulled out a portfolio containing black and white photos of guys fucking.

“Porn?” I asked incredulously. “No fucking way. I’m not doing gay porn,” I protested.

The photographer raised his hand to stop me. “It isn’t pornography,” he insisted. “This is erotica. Look closely at the photos. You can’t see if the men are actually fucking. It’s all simulated. The suggestion of sex can be more powerful than seeing the act itself.”

Real or not, I still had no interest in doing erotica or whatever the fuck he called it. It was gay porn to me. I turned to leave, saying, “No thanks.”

But before I was out the door, the photographer called out, “It pays $500 for two hours work.”

I stopped dead in my tracks. “Okay. I’ll do it. But I’m NOT sticking my dick in some guy. It’s all pretend, right?”

He nodded in agreement. “Come back tomorrow. 2 pm,” he instructed. “You’ll be with Eros. $500 bucks.”

Eros was already upstairs in the studio when I arrived the next day. I was relieved to find he also looked masculine, but his sexuality was unquestionable when he got a look at my cock and said, “Damn, you’re hung. I wish you were gonna fuck me for real. Would love to have that up my ass.”

His candor embarrassed me, and I instinctively covered my cock with my hand. “I’m sorry,” he apologized. “The photographer told me you’re straight. I’ve worked with a lot of straight models before. I promise to be on good behavior.” I was dubious, but thanked him.

The photographer soon arrived upstairs, and began to set up the shots. We began with a series of photos in which Eros simulated sucking me off. It was a little uncomfortable, as Eros had to have his face in my crotch, mere inches from my cock. Most of the photos were taken with Eros kneeling before me with my hands on his head and my head arched back as if he was giving me the best head of my life, even though Eros was really just staring at my pubes. It all seemed a bit cheesy to me, but the photographer seemed happy with the shots.

“Okay—now time for you two to fuck,” the photographer announced. My face turned white as he laughed and said, “Relax. It’s simulated fucking, remember?”

We started with some shots in which Eros was bent over a couch with me pretending to fuck him from behind. Once again, my head was arched back in faux ecstasy. My cock had to be close to his hole, but not touching. That would soon change.

The next shot required us to be on the floor with Eros straddling me. As the photographer prepped the scene, Eros grabbed some lotion from his bag and began to slather his hole and ass crack with it.

“What the fuck is that for?” I demanded.

“To prevent chafing,” he replied. “Your cock is going to be rubbing against me a lot in this next position. Trust me. You’ll thank me for the lotion.”

Sure enough, as Eros promised, my cock had to rub up against his hole in the next series of shots as we simulated intense fucking. It was unavoidable. What was also unavoidable is that I started to get hard. I had no problem staying soft when we had no contact in the earlier shots, but that had changed. And the lotion that Eros slathered all over his ass wasn’t helping things.

“Mmm,” Eros began to moan at the touch of my hard cock against his hole. “It feels to me like the straight guy is getting turned on.”

I wanted to push him off me and bolt out the door, but then I remembered the $500 bucks. I ignored Eros, focused on the money, and tried to zone out as he gyrated against my hard cock through a series of photos.

But my concentration was broken when the photographer announced he was having an issue with his camera. “Hold there guys,” the photographer ordered. “This will only take a moment, and I don’t want you guys to move and fuck up the continuity of the shots.”

I held still, but Eros didn’t. He began to grind hard against my cock, pressing his hole firmly at my cock head. And as much as I wanted to deny it, it felt fucking incredible. I’m not gay. But I dare you to find any guy who could withstand a wet, puckered hole rubbing up against his hard cock without wanting to be inside it. I wanted to be in that hole. And Eros knew it.

“You’re hard as a rock. Slide it in me,” Eros taunted. “Who cares if you’re straight? A hole is a hole.”

I couldn’t take it anymore. As he continued to grind against me, I raised my hips and allowed my big cock to penetrate his ass. Instantly discovering that his tight hole had been breached, Eros took over and began to bare down on my cock. I was soon balls deep inside him.

“Fuck,” he cried out. “Your cock is so fucking big. Damn.”

His outburst soon had the photographer’s attention. “Well, well, well,” he chuckled while licking his lips. “This just got interesting. Keep fucking him,” he directed. “I love when my work has authenticity.”

Not needing any further approval than that, I began to work Eros’s hole while he straddled me. “Kiss,” the photographer ordered, and Eros leaned forward and kissed me. I could hear the photographer’s camera clicking furiously. “Yes,” the photographer roared. “Fuck that faggot’s ass. These photos are going to be fucking awesome.”

Eros began to work in concert with me while he supported himself on his muscular legs. As I raised my hips to go deeper inside him, Eros came down hard on my cock, bobbing up and down. My balls were getting tight.

“You got enough film yet?” I called out urgently to the photographer. “Because I’m about to bust.”

The photographer nodded while calling out, “Yeah, breed that faggot. Give him your load.” I did just as I was told, and soon flooded Eros’s guts.

Eros soon collapsed upon me. We were both sweaty and sticky. He pulled off my cock, and I could feel my load washing out of his hole and covering my cock and balls. As Eros leaned down to lick me clean, the photographer kept snapping away. “I thought you didn’t like to have a cock in your photos,” I remarked.

“Yes,” he admitted. “But these last shots will be for my own spank bank.”

After we had cleaned up and dressed, the photographer handed us our cash for the session. Eros took leave, my load swimming inside him, but the photographer asked me to hang back for a minute.

“You’ve got some real talent,” the photographer complimented. “And I don’t mean just that big cock. You know how to fuck and the camera loves you.” I thanked him, but didn’t know where this was going.

“I have a colleague who produces gay porn films,” he informed me. “I could pass his number along to you.”

“No thanks,” I protested, scrunching up my face. “Fucking Eros was a one-and-done. Sure, it felt good, but I’m not gay.”

The photographer gave a twisted smile. “My boy, you don’t have to be gay to do gay porn. Half of the guys in gay porn are straight. They call it ‘gay for pay,’ you know.”

“How much does it pay?” I inquired, though I still had no interest in doing gay porn.

“Well,” he answered, “you can demand a lot of money with that big cock. Maybe $2,500 a scene.”

And that’s how I became another straight guy with a big dick who makes a living doing gay porn. A hole is a hole, after all. But don’t tell my girlfriend that.

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

[minhamemoriasuja]

[ben54writes]

Even between my legs, with his dick buried to the hilt in my ass, my brother still denied his homosexuality. His belief in his religion trumped his acceptance of himself, despite the pleasure he gained from cumming deep in my ass.

His hands grabbed my ass, pulling my hips closer to his. The angle change had his cock gliding over my prostate with every thrust.

We stayed quiet when we fucked. He didn’t like to hear my voice. Didn’t like to be reminded of his sin in the act.

He was affectionate though. He’d kiss me deep, his tongue slipping into my mouth and savoring the flavor of me. His fingers would intertwine with mine when he held my wrists down above my head.

He’d litter my chest in hickies. I think he liked leaving his mark on me.

I freed a hand to reach down and grab hold of my aching cock but he was faster. He returned my wrist to the hand holding mine captive above my head. I fought back a whine. I needed the friction. The feeling of his thick dick filling me was driving me so close to edge.

He took hold of my cock with his free hand and I gasped when he started to jerk me in time with his thrusts. I felt my balls draw up right before I shot all over his hand, my ass clamping around his dick.

He groaned and drove into me faster. The sounds of flesh meeting flesh rang out in the air. He grabbed my hips, pulling me down his length one last time. His dick pulsed deep in me.

When he finished he pulled out and left my room without another word.

[hairyhirsuitfur]

[amandahuggenkiss1]

I was sleeping in — for me, that’s until about 8 a.m. at the latest, but my doorbell rang just as I was checking my phone after waking. I looked at the Ring camera on my phone and saw a guy standing there.

“Shit!” I said getting out of bed as I remembered my wife had told me the contractor was coming by.

Both consumed with our careers, my wife and I rarely got more than a day or two together every couple of weeks. We were constantly traveling for work, but my wife was almost never home.

I didn’t think to put on shorts as I ran down the steps to let the guy in. Hell, I couldn’t even remember what we were having done to the house, but it seemed my wife always had something going on.

“Hi,” I said opening the door.

The guy standing there was tall — maybe 6’3”, and he was wearing one of those Henley t-shirts with the buttons halfway up that were open and showed his hairy, muscular chest.

“Mr. Steed, it’s nice to finally meet you,” the man said putting out his large hand to shake. “I’m Daniel the contractor.”

“Yes, you’re here for …” I said trying my best to remember.

“Your primary bathroom,” he said with a chuckle. “I guess Mrs. Steed forgot to tell you that she’s having me install new mirrors over your vanity and a few other things.”

“Of course she is,” I chuckled back. “OK, come on in and do your thing.”

“Thanks, Mr. Steed,” he said. “Just ignore me and go about your day.”

“Thanks,” I said. “And you can call me Myles, Daniel.”

“Thanks, Myles,” he smiled. “I’ll be right back.”

I started to go put on some shorts but decided against it. Daniel was hot and got me feeling a little horned up. It felt good and liberating to walk around in my boxers around the handsome stranger. I made some coffee instead and poured a cup as Daniel walked back in the house.

“Daniel, can I get you a cup of coffee?” I yelled toward the foyer.

“That’d be great, Myles, thanks,” Daniel answered back.

“Great, I’ll bring it up to you,” I responded. “Cream or sugar?”

“Just some cream,” Daniel said.

“I bet he wants some cream,” I thought to myself as poured some into his cup.

I walked up the stairs and back into my bedroom as I heard him moving around in the bathroom. He was bending over a sink as he held up one of the mirrors to check the height.

“Here you go,” I said putting his coffee on the counter close to all of his tools.

“What do you think of that height?” Daniel asked still holding it up.

I looked at the height and then at Daniel’s big bubble butt in his tight jeans. I forgot he was holding a mirror and looked up and made eye contact as he looked back at me. He’d caught me checking him out and had a little smirk on the corner of his lips.

“It looks amazing,” I said smiling at Daniel in the mirror.

“Great, then that’s where I’ll hang it,” he responded as he put the mirror on the ground resting against a cabinet.

“So what do you have going on today?” Daniel asked turning to look at me as he adjusted some tool in his hand.

I sat down on the edge of the oversized tub and took a sip of my coffee.

“Nothing, really,” I said looking at Daniel. “My wife won’t be back until late next week, so I’m spending the weekend in my underwear.”

“You’re a lucky guy,” Daniel smiled as I think I noticed him glance at my body. “I would love to have time away from my wife to sit around in my underwear and do whatever I want.”

“Right?” I asked. “It’s the best.”

“I know, I love nothing more than hanging out in my underwear,” Daniel agreed.

There was a quick silence that gave me an idea.

“Well, feel free to work in your underwear here,” I offered. “I know it’s not the same thing, but I’d love to have the company if you’re going to be around today.”

Daniel turned and looked at me as a smile spread on his face.

“That’s really nice of you, Myles,” he said, “but I don’t want to be a bother.”

I could tell Daniel wanted to take me up on the underwear thing but started thinking about being professional and all.

“Seriously, Daniel, I don’t mind, man,” I countered. “It’s just me chilling in my boxers while you work around my house doing things I probably should be doing,” I laughed.

“You don’t have to tell me twice, boss,” Daniel said as he lifted his Henley over his head.

“There you go!” I encouraged him.

“Feels so nice!” He smiled as he unbuckled his jeans and let the zipper down.

Daniel was so ready to get down to his underwear he forgot to take off his boots. I watched as he bent over in his white briefs with his jeans at his knees as he tried to untie his boots.

“Here, let me help you,” I said jumping up and quickly getting on my knees in front of him. “Damn, this is some knot.”

I kept messing with his laces as Daniel was still bent over — our faces close. I could feel the heat from his body as we both watched my work with the laces.

“Sorry, bud,” Daniel laughed. “Not sure what I was doing this morning. I had to get dressed in the dark while my wife snored away in bed.”

“No problem at all!” I said. “We’ll get these off in no time.

I finally got the knot undone and untied his boot and went to slip it off his foot as he grabbed my shoulder. I lifted the boot off his foot and placed it on the floor next to us.

“One down, one to go,” I said starting on the other knot.

Holding my shoulder again, Daniel pulled off the ankle sock he was wearing on his free foot and threw it on top of his boot. I looked down at his bare foot and noticed just how handsome and perfect his feet and toes were. For someone who is probably always in a boot, it looked like Daniel took great care of his feet.

“And now the other one,” I said as he held onto me again while I took the other boot off.

He held my shoulder as he removed the other sock.

“Now just the jeans,” Daniel said standing up and taking a break.

He looked down at me with his hands on his hips and sighed.

“When did I get so old?” He laughed.

“You’re not old,” I replied. “Let me help.”

I grabbed the bunched up jeans as he bent back down and held onto my shoulder. I got his left leg and worked the jeans off over his foot before switching to his right leg. I guess I was moving a little fast and sent him off balance causing him to fall. He fell to the right of me pulling me to the ground with him. We ended up side-by-side with Daniel’s hand under me.

“I’m so sorry,” I said before bursting in laughter.

“Nah, buddy,” Daniel began laughing. “You just wanted my pants off.”

We both laughed at that before getting quiet and looking at each other as we still laid on the ground.

“You are jacked,” I said breaking the silence.

Daniel looked at his chest and then over at mine.

“You don’t have an ounce of fat on you,” Daniel said looking at my chest and stomach.

“Thanks,” I said looking into his eyes.

We were both quiet again as we looked at each other. Our heads weren’t even a foot apart as we could feel each other’s body heat and smell each other’s smells. Daniel brought his free hand to my face and smiled as he held the side of it as he looked at me.

“What?” I asked quietly as I looked at him.

“I don’t know,” he said. “I just have the urge to kiss you.”

He continued holding the side of my face while I thought in silence.

“I’m not stopping you,” I replied.

We looked at each other some more before Daniel leaned in and his lips touched mine. I haven’t experienced that feeling in a long, long time. Our tongues began to slowly explore each other’s mouth as my left hand moved slowly over his lightly hairy stomach and then his hairier chest. Daniel let out a light moan as we kissed and I felt his body.

With his right leg still inside the leg of his jeans, we laid there making out while my cock became hard and throbbing in my boxers. I could feel my precum soaking the material as Daniel kissed me.

“Can we get off the floor,” he finally asked breaking the kiss. “My arm is falling asleep underneath you.

We both laughed as I sat up freeing his arm. He sat up with me and we both looked at each other again.

“Are you Ok with this?” He asked. “Have you ever done anything with a guy before?”

“I have,” I admitted. “All the work travel, you know?”

“I don’t,” he said. “I’ve never done anything with a guy before.”

“Oh,” I said sitting up a little straighter.

“Myles,” Daniel said putting his arm on my shoulder again. “I felt an instant attraction to you as soon as you opened the door. I haven’t done anything with a guy before, but I … I want to do this.”

A smile spread across my face as I looked at this stranger who now felt so important to me.

“Should we go into my bedroom?” I asked.

“I think we should start by getting me out of these jeans,” he laughed causing me to laugh.

I stood and helped him stand while getting down and helping him out of his jeans. I folded them and put them on the counter behind me as I looked at his tall, muscular body in front of me. I realized I’d never been this into anyone before — ever. My cock was growing again in my boxers as Daniel took notice.

“I think that guy is ready to get on the bed as much as my guy,” Daniel said looking down at his growing cock in his tighty whities.

I grabbed his hand and took him to the bed that my wife and I shared but rarely together.

“I’ll go easy on you,” I smiled at Daniel.

“Please don’t,” he said. “I’ve never felt this into anyone in my entire life. I’m ready to do this.”

I leaned forward and pulled Daniel in a tight embrace as our cocks rubbed each other between the thin fabric of our underwear. We kissed again but with more passion and lust this time. I felt whole.

[dutifullydeliciousblizzard-deac]

[amandahuggenkiss1]

“Here you go, man,” he said handing me back my phone with a smirk. “Text me when you’re free.”

I looked around the locker room before smiling back. I haven’t seen Mitch since senior year of high school, and he looks just as hot as he did back then. I couldn’t help but think about how good he looks standing in front of me now in just a pair of black boxer briefs. Both back for Thanksgiving break, we’d just run into each other at the gym today.

“Yeah, man,” I replied smiling at him. “What are you thinking about getting into?”

Mitch looked down at the floor shyly even though I know the guy is an alpha.

“I don’t know, Joel,” he said still smiling sweetly. “Maybe you and I could drink some beers in my basement? My parents have some thing they’re going to.”

“That sounds good,” I replied. “What kind of beer do you want me to bring?”

“Nah, man,” he said putting his hand on my shoulder. “My Dad has a ton of everything. Just come chill with me. You can spend the night.”

I smiled at Mitch as he smiled back. We were both being uncharacteristically awkward and shy.

“OK, I’ll call you when I’m done with my family stuff and headed that way,” I said.

We shook hands as a sexual current ran between us. I headed to my truck and thought about tonight. I was going to be alone hanging out with Mitch Matheson. While we ran in the same circles in high school, Mitch played football and I played baseball, so we mainly hung out with our teammates most of the time.

My parents weren’t too happy I had plans tonight — especially when I said I planned to stay over.

“Who are you hanging out with?” My overprotective mom asked.

“Mitch,” I said.

“Mitch Matheson?” She asked with a smile. “His mother and I always wanted the two of you to be friends.”

“We are, Mom,” I laughed. “We were just on different teams in high school.”

“I know, but we always thought the two of you were both so cute and such nice boys,” she said as she seemed to be lost in her memories.

“Well, if you let me, I’ll be hanging out and sleeping over at his house,” I said smiling. “But his parents won’t be home until later,” I added as if being responsible.

“Of course, honey,” Mom said. “I’m not worried if you’re hanging out with Mitch.”

“Mitch Matheson?” Dad asked walking into the kitchen.

“Yes!” Mom almost squealed. “OK, I’m going to watch my show in our room. Joel, honey, have fun and tell Mitch hello.”

Mom left the kitchen as Dad grabbed a beer out of the refrigerator. He opened it and looked at me without saying anything.

“What?” I asked.

“Son, I’m glad you’re hanging out with Mitch tonight,” Dad said as I waited for the but. “But just make sure you’re careful, OK?”

“Dad, it’s just the two of us,” I laughed. “We’re not having a rager.”

Dad seemed to think for a minute again as he took another sip of his beer.

“No, I’m not worried about that, but …” Dad came in closer and whispered, “I know you confided in me about messing around with some guys at school, and I just want to make sure you’re being safe … you know … with protection.”

I was really touched by my Dad’s concern considering we’d barely talked about it since I told him I’d been experimenting with guys.

“Thanks, Dad, I will,” I said patting his shoulder.

“Joel,” Dad stopped me as I was about to leave. “Have fun,” he winked. “Joel’s a good looking kid.”

I laughed as I got in my truck and headed out of my neighborhood. I texted Mitch that I was on my way. My phone rang a few seconds later.

“Hey, Mitch,” I said.

“Hey, buddy,” he said cheerfully. “Do me a favor and just come on in when you get here. You remember where my room is from high school?”

“Yeah, OK,” I said.

“Cool, I’m jumping in the shower. See you in a few,” Mitch said before ending the call.

I got to his large house on one of the holes at the nicest country club in town. I parked back by his three-car garage and walked to the front door. I opened it and immediately headed up to his room. The house seemed to have been redecorated, but I remembered my way around. I got to his room and walked in. I could hear the shower going as I looked around his room. His walls were filled with sports and fraternity pictures.

“Mitch, I’m here,” I called out.

The water in the shower turned off and I heard him open the shower door and figured he was grabbing his towel.

“Cool,” was all Mitch said.

I kept looking around before I heard him walking across the bathroom floor and then it sounded like he stopped. I turned to see him standing there still a little wet as he smiled at me wrapped only in his white towel.

“Hey, man,” I said as my eyes wandered over his muscular body.

“Hey, Joel,” he answered smiling.

Mitch walked to a small refrigerator with a glass door and pulled out two beers. He handed one to me and we both cracked them open before clinking beers.

“Cheers,” we both said before taking a big swig.

We stood looking at each other for a sec before Mitch spoke.

“Why don’t we go down to the basement and hang out at my Dad’s bar,” he said.

“Sounds good,” I agreed as I followed him down.

Mitch never put on any clothes, so I wondered if he was going to stay in a towel all night. I figured I’d have to hide my hard cock all night if he did. His big ass was mesmerizing as he walked.

“Dad just redid it down here,” Mitch said proudly as I looked around in amazement.

The basement was the nicest I’d ever seen. It was clearly built for drinking and fun, but it was obvious that a LOT of money had been spent on it.

“This is fucking rad,” I said as I ran my hand over the marble counter at the bar and looked at all of the liquor bottles backlit on the shelves.

“You have no idea,” Mitch said. “This isn’t even the cool part.”

I followed him as he showed me his Dad’s home gym (they both still enjoyed going to the gym I belonged to), a movie theater and finally a sauna. We walked into the sauna and Mitch dropped his towel and looked at me. My eyes were probably huge as I looked at his body and his thick cut cock. I finally made eye contact.

“You want to take a sauna with me?” Mitch asked as he held his beer in one hand and ran his other hand over his pecs.

“You just took a shower,” I said stating the obvious.

A smile spread across his face as Mitch seemed to think of what to say next.

“I was just cleaning my hole, man,” he admitted. “I want you to fuck me.”

I took a huge chug of my beer and looked at Mitch. He was so fucking hot as his cock grew in front of me.

“I know you’re into dudes, Joel,” he said. “I have friends at your school. I’m sure you know you’re hot, man.”

“I uh, umm, I have done a few things …” my voice trailed off as I wondered how much was getting out about my frat fucking.

Mitch walked to the bench in front of us and put his right leg up on it as I watched his ass. He turned and looked at me as he bent forward and put down his beer. He grabbed both butt cheeks and pulled them apart showing me his perfect pink hole. I walked to him and ran my right hand down his bare back and ran my hand over his right hand on his butt. I moved his hand and slapped his ass hard.

“Fuck, dude,” Mitch moaned.

I got on my knees behind this jock stud and grabbed both cheeks before sticking my face in his crack and running my tongue over his delicious hole. He moaned loudly as I began eating his jock ass.

Even though the sauna wasn’t on, it was getting hot in there as I tongued his slot. I took off my shirt in between tongue lashings and somehow pulled my athletic shorts to my thighs as I stroked my commando cock and ate his jock pussy.

“Fuck, Joel, eat my ass, bro,” Mitch whined. “God, you feel so good in my hole.”

“You want to eat mine?” I asked while still trying to feed on his butt.

“Fuck, yes,” Mitch said putting his leg down and pulling me up the the bench in one powerful move.

I was naked and had his tongue in my asshole in just a few seconds. The dude knows how to munch on a hole, I’ll tell you that.

“Get in my hole, baby,” I begged. “Get that tongue inside me.”

Mitch was making me see stars with his porn star rimming skills in his parent’s own basement. I pushed his head into my butt as much as humanly possible.

“Yeah, lick that hole, bitch,” I begged.

Finally tired from working his tongue inside me for so long, Mitch stood behind me and slapped his big cock against my ass cheek.

“You ready to ride my pole, sexy?” He asked.

“Only if I can fuck you,” I replied.

“Fuck, yeah,” he responded like it was an obvious thing. “It’s ready for you.”

He put his rigid cock against my hole, and I felt his cock head ready to push in.

“Any lube?” I asked worried it would hurt.

“Don’t worry, baby,” he said. “I got you nice and sloppy with my spit.”

With that, Mitch pushed slowly inside of me as I held onto the wall to keep me in place. Mitch put his hands on my waist as he began increasing the speed of his fucking.

“Good fucking god,” I practically yelled as his huge cock filled my tight hole.

I’m a bit of a cock slut, but Mitch was so much thicker than most of the guys I’d been with — and about the longest except for maybe my frat brother Chase.

“Your hole feels so fucking good, bro,” Mitch whined. “I’ve wanted to be in this butt since high school.”

“Fuck me, Mitch,” I begged. “Fuck me harder, baby.”

I heard a sort of chuckle come from Mitch as he delivered what I was begging for. The dude was absolutely pounding my pussy hard as we both dripped sweat. He tried to kiss my neck before realizing he was fucking me too hard for that.

“Take that dick, Joel,” Mitch boomed behind me. “Take that fucking dick, stud. Feel me inside you, baby, fucking that hot ass.”

I was feeling good as Mitch railed me. I knew I’d be sore as hell tomorrow — or for days, but I didn’t give a fuck. All I wanted in the world was to be Mitch Matheson’s bitch.

“Cum in me, baby,” I begged. “I’m going to shoot all over your Dad’s sauna.”

“Do it, baby,” Mitch said. “He gets fucked in here all the time.”

That bit of news sent me over the edge as I sprayed everything in front of and below me. I had never cum so much in my life as Mitch kept dicking me hard.

“Take my load, babe,” Mitch said as he fucked me super hard a few times and then shot deep into my guts with an enormous, nasty explosion of warm cum. “Breeding that butt,” he said as he loaded me up.

We finally came back from our tremendous orgasms and began kissing after he pulled me to my feet. We fucked all over the basement for the rest of the night. I’ve always looked forward to getting back to school, but I didn’t want this break to end.

Later as Mitch held me and we cuddled, I asked him about what he’d said about his Dad getting fucked in the sauna.

“Yeah, his group of friends are all a bunch poke smokers,” he said as if he hadn’t just had sex with me in every way possible. “They’re always fucking down here when my Mom is one of her trips or out for the night.”

“Really?” I asked. “Dude, your Dad is hot.”

“Fuck you, he laughed. “That’s fucking nasty, but I would totally drill your Dad.”

We looked at each other and smiled. Christmas break isn’t too far off!

[jackxcxsstuff]

[cumboyintn]

Tanner Foltz was one of the reasons it took me so long to finally come out of my shell. He was the all American stud in high school, being everything I wished I was and the very thing I wanted to have in my bed. Fuck he was so hot. But he also had the attitude to accompany it.

He knew he was hot and he rubbed it in everyone's face as he was stealing girlfriends and wives, as I'd heard tell. It took me years to finally accept myself and come out of my shell, and my closet. Shortly after putting that phase behind me, I ran into this sexy brunet with a roguish smile named Wayne and we've been together ever since. My man is a great kisser and even better lover and hes been pounding my hole for three years now.

Wayne has been instrumental in helping me become more confident in my self worth and I like to think I've benefitted him as well. My life isn't perfect, but its a hell of a lot better than it was ten years earlier.

Wel, things took a turn last month when I was outside on my off day, working around the yard. Wayne and I had been toying with the idea of putting in a gold fish pond in our back yard and I decided to go out and get started on the measuring and the signing of it. Besides, it was a nice day and I thought I might sneak in a little sun worship as well. Like I said, things were a lot different with me. Before I would never have taken off my shirt in public, but now I'm there showing off my serious lack of upper body musculature without being self aware all the time.

As I was working up the plot of ground Wayne and I had decided to use, I heard a deep voice speaking behind me saying that it should be a law to have a nice chest if you were showing it off. I hadn't heard that voice in years, but there was no mistaking it. Tanner.

I immediately returned to tenth grade gym class wishing I had my shirt back on, but then I thought of Wayne loving me for whom I was and found some inner strength before I looked up to see my old classmate. Twenty yards away, standing on my sidewalk, stood the man who tortured me in high school. I'd like to say he let himself go to pot, that his chest was flabby, or his legs were fat, but that fucker looked better now than he did in high school. As he stood there grinning he hollered at me and asked how I was.

Wel, this was different. Could he possibly have grown up since graduating? I rose to my feet and walked over to him. I shook his offered hand and decided to give him the benefit of the doubt. He started a conversation catching me up with all that hed been up to since school. Turns out he was still single and spent much of his time at the gym he worked at. Hes a fitness coach and instructor and he added that he could do something with my sorry chest. Maybe make a viable competitor on the dating scene.

I counted to ten internally as I maintained control of my ego and didn't rise to his bait. I told him I was happy with what I had. Then he scoffed and said really? You're happy with that when you could have thus, and whipped off his t shirt over his head and put a massively attractive six pack on display in my front yard.

Okay, now I wanted my shirt.

I tried to be brave about things and told him that what he had was nice, but most people aren't so shallow to only see him for a chiseled chest. Tanner laughed and said true, they chest draws them in but its the amazing fuck stick below it that catches them. You wondered why I wasn't married? Hell I'm too busy playing the field. And over the years I've found that I like to play on everyone's team.

I asked if he meant he was bi and he grinned and said he sure was. Hes plowed the best asses in town. Hell it doesn't matter if its a two holer or a three holer, when it comes to fucking im the universal soldier! You can't deny that im attractive as fuck! I bet you'd like me to plow that flabby ass of yours, right now.

I tried to act like I wouldn't but all I managed to do was embarrass myself. So instead I tried to call his bluff about his bravado. I said that he should have left all that bullshit behind when he got his diploma and he just laughed at me and told me that it was spoken like a true virgin to hot wild sex.

Well I had decided to come out to him after he confessed to being bi, but now I just wanted him out of my life. Unfortunately our raised voices attracted Wayne from the kitchen who xame out to see what the fuss was all about. Tanner saw the hot guy approaching us asking me what was going on and I could see the evil thoughts flying in his head.

As Wayne got near, he got a full view of Tanner's well defined chest and stopped short to stare. Tanner nudged me and asked who this handsome stud was that I had hiding in my house?

I stammered that this was Wayne, my partner. As Tanner reached to grasp my baby's hand, he shook it then pulled it toward him and ran it over his six pack, from his nipples down to his hidden python, which was definitely stirring. I wanted to say something but for some reason my voice caught in my throat. Instead I kind of squeaked as Wayne ran his finger tips across the exposed midriff as he pulled his hand back.

Wayne said that he didn't know where I kept my friends, but I gotta say this one is very interesting, darling. And such definition! Tanner purred as he invited Wayne to feel his guns.

Wayne smiled as he looked at me and Tanner lied and said that I was just admiring them myself and couldn't keep my hands off them. I tried to protest but it came out as aqueous which Wayne thought was cute. So with a determined face he wrapped his hands around Tanner's arm and slid them along it until he reached the chest where he flicked his perky nipple.

Tanner cried out in mock pain and said that was not very nice. Then he added that Wayne should kiss it and make it better. This was the point of no return. Wayne looked my old tormentor in the eyes then slowly moved forward until his soft full lips made contact with the hardened nipple. I heard a swak noise as his lips pulled off in suction, then things came to a complete stop as time stood still. Then just as suddenly, waynes mouth went back to the nipple and this time I saw tongue extend as his mouth made contact.

My husband stood in our backyard, with a strangers well developed nipple in his mouth while his hands were busy exploring the rest of the body. I watched hips head twisting as he sucked and licked on both nipples before he strayed into the armpit where he licked up any sweat before tonguing it as well.

Tanner just stared at my helplessness with the situation as he occasionally grasped Wayne's short brown hair and directed the mouth to another part of his body. I saw his face contort in ecstasy over and over as Wayne found multiple spots of nerves needing to be thrilled. When he reached Tanner's waist, I saw my baby drop to his knees on the grassy spot which was to become our fish pond, and he pulled the loose shorts forward before sticking his lower face into it. I could see his lower jaw moving as Tanner's shorts suddenly tented up.

Tanner grinned as he looked around, then lowered his shorts, revealing a sizeable fuck stick which was already dripping honey for my booboo beat.

Wayne engulfed the thick cock and managed to swallow it down, almost to the dangly balls in one fell swoop. I was proud of his skills yet mortified he was doing it on my former bully. I heard Tanner growl a low Fuck Yeah, Bitch. Then I heard him encourage my baby to take it all. Make your daddy happy!

Tanner reached down and ran his hand through Wayne's dark hair as he thrust his hips appreciatively at the eager urgent desire to get his load to blast in his mouth. As I continued to watch this bull continue to upset my baby's mouth, I realized I was standing there with a full hardon poking my shorts obscenely. I tried to get it to lay down, but gave up the struggle when I heard Tanner tell Wayne to get ready as he was about to shoot his cum. He moaned loudly a couple of times before locking his right hand around my man's head and shouted out his orgasm. I saw Wayne's eyes suddenly pop open as the cum flooded his mouth. Tanner shoved his hips hard against my man's face as he completed unloading directly down his throat.

Once Tanner came down from high, he patted Wayne on his flushed cheeks and pulled him up for a kiss. After breaking away, he smiled and said he really did have the best tasting cum. He pulled up his shorts and told me he was certainly glad he ran into me and got to meet my man. Then he said he'd have to look me up again as he was just a few blocks away. Then he turned to Wayne and told him he was both hot and fucking talented. Ive got some buddies who will not believe what you can do! Maybe we can all go hang out some night? Then he kissed Wayne again and left.

Wayne just looked at me sheepishly and said that I have some interesting friends and sauntered off into the back door. As I stood there wrapping my head around what just transpired, I heard a low coughing noise as someone behind me cleared his throat.

I turned at the noise to find Frank, my next door neighbor cleaning out some pots on his back patio. He grinned as he told me that he was amazed. He was sure that he was living next door to the two most boring queers in town, but now I'm not so sure. That muscled fellow sure knew how to throw a face fuck, but now I'm fuucking dying to get the full picture. Marge is heading off to visit her Mama this weekend and I'd love to take that tight bouncy ass for a test drive. Tell you what. You have him over here Saturday morning and I won't tell Pete what I saw. You know what a big mouth hes got. I fuck him once to keep me quiet. After that, I fuck him to fulfill his needs. And trust me, I saw that pitiful cock you have, he'll be clamoring for more rides on the Frankinator! One fuck to keep me from telling all the guys about the piece of ass needing tended to, unless he wants me to share!

[jackxcxsstuff]

[cumboyintn]

Tanner Foltz was one of the reasons it took me so long to finally come out of my shell. He was the all American stud in high school, being everything I wished I was and the very thing I wanted to have in my bed. Fuck he was so hot. But he also had the attitude to accompany it.

He knew he was hot and he rubbed it in everyone's face as he was stealing girlfriends and wives, as I'd heard tell. It took me years to finally accept myself and come out of my shell, and my closet. Shortly after putting that phase behind me, I ran into this sexy brunet with a roguish smile named Wayne and we've been together ever since. My man is a great kisser and even better lover and hes been pounding my hole for three years now.

Wayne has been instrumental in helping me become more confident in my self worth and I like to think I've benefitted him as well. My life isn't perfect, but its a hell of a lot better than it was ten years earlier.

Wel, things took a turn last month when I was outside on my off day, working around the yard. Wayne and I had been toying with the idea of putting in a gold fish pond in our back yard and I decided to go out and get started on the measuring and the signing of it. Besides, it was a nice day and I thought I might sneak in a little sun worship as well. Like I said, things were a lot different with me. Before I would never have taken off my shirt in public, but now I'm there showing off my serious lack of upper body musculature without being self aware all the time.

As I was working up the plot of ground Wayne and I had decided to use, I heard a deep voice speaking behind me saying that it should be a law to have a nice chest if you were showing it off. I hadn't heard that voice in years, but there was no mistaking it. Tanner.

I immediately returned to tenth grade gym class wishing I had my shirt back on, but then I thought of Wayne loving me for whom I was and found some inner strength before I looked up to see my old classmate. Twenty yards away, standing on my sidewalk, stood the man who tortured me in high school. I'd like to say he let himself go to pot, that his chest was flabby, or his legs were fat, but that fucker looked better now than he did in high school. As he stood there grinning he hollered at me and asked how I was.

Wel, this was different. Could he possibly have grown up since graduating? I rose to my feet and walked over to him. I shook his offered hand and decided to give him the benefit of the doubt. He started a conversation catching me up with all that hed been up to since school. Turns out he was still single and spent much of his time at the gym he worked at. Hes a fitness coach and instructor and he added that he could do something with my sorry chest. Maybe make a viable competitor on the dating scene.

I counted to ten internally as I maintained control of my ego and didn't rise to his bait. I told him I was happy with what I had. Then he scoffed and said really? You're happy with that when you could have thus, and whipped off his t shirt over his head and put a massively attractive six pack on display in my front yard.

Okay, now I wanted my shirt.

I tried to be brave about things and told him that what he had was nice, but most people aren't so shallow to only see him for a chiseled chest. Tanner laughed and said true, they chest draws them in but its the amazing fuck stick below it that catches them. You wondered why I wasn't married? Hell I'm too busy playing the field. And over the years I've found that I like to play on everyone's team.

I asked if he meant he was bi and he grinned and said he sure was. Hes plowed the best asses in town. Hell it doesn't matter if its a two holer or a three holer, when it comes to fucking im the universal soldier! You can't deny that im attractive as fuck! I bet you'd like me to plow that flabby ass of yours, right now.

I tried to act like I wouldn't but all I managed to do was embarrass myself. So instead I tried to call his bluff about his bravado. I said that he should have left all that bullshit behind when he got his diploma and he just laughed at me and told me that it was spoken like a true virgin to hot wild sex.

Well I had decided to come out to him after he confessed to being bi, but now I just wanted him out of my life. Unfortunately our raised voices attracted Wayne from the kitchen who xame out to see what the fuss was all about. Tanner saw the hot guy approaching us asking me what was going on and I could see the evil thoughts flying in his head.

As Wayne got near, he got a full view of Tanner's well defined chest and stopped short to stare. Tanner nudged me and asked who this handsome stud was that I had hiding in my house?

I stammered that this was Wayne, my partner. As Tanner reached to grasp my baby's hand, he shook it then pulled it toward him and ran it over his six pack, from his nipples down to his hidden python, which was definitely stirring. I wanted to say something but for some reason my voice caught in my throat. Instead I kind of squeaked as Wayne ran his finger tips across the exposed midriff as he pulled his hand back.

Wayne said that he didn't know where I kept my friends, but I gotta say this one is very interesting, darling. And such definition! Tanner purred as he invited Wayne to feel his guns.

Wayne smiled as he looked at me and Tanner lied and said that I was just admiring them myself and couldn't keep my hands off them. I tried to protest but it came out as aqueous which Wayne thought was cute. So with a determined face he wrapped his hands around Tanner's arm and slid them along it until he reached the chest where he flicked his perky nipple.

Tanner cried out in mock pain and said that was not very nice. Then he added that Wayne should kiss it and make it better. This was the point of no return. Wayne looked my old tormentor in the eyes then slowly moved forward until his soft full lips made contact with the hardened nipple. I heard a swak noise as his lips pulled off in suction, then things came to a complete stop as time stood still. Then just as suddenly, waynes mouth went back to the nipple and this time I saw tongue extend as his mouth made contact.

My husband stood in our backyard, with a strangers well developed nipple in his mouth while his hands were busy exploring the rest of the body. I watched hips head twisting as he sucked and licked on both nipples before he strayed into the armpit where he licked up any sweat before tonguing it as well.

Tanner just stared at my helplessness with the situation as he occasionally grasped Wayne's short brown hair and directed the mouth to another part of his body. I saw his face contort in ecstasy over and over as Wayne found multiple spots of nerves needing to be thrilled. When he reached Tanner's waist, I saw my baby drop to his knees on the grassy spot which was to become our fish pond, and he pulled the loose shorts forward before sticking his lower face into it. I could see his lower jaw moving as Tanner's shorts suddenly tented up.

Tanner grinned as he looked around, then lowered his shorts, revealing a sizeable fuck stick which was already dripping honey for my booboo beat.

Wayne engulfed the thick cock and managed to swallow it down, almost to the dangly balls in one fell swoop. I was proud of his skills yet mortified he was doing it on my former bully. I heard Tanner growl a low Fuck Yeah, Bitch. Then I heard him encourage my baby to take it all. Make your daddy happy!

Tanner reached down and ran his hand through Wayne's dark hair as he thrust his hips appreciatively at the eager urgent desire to get his load to blast in his mouth. As I continued to watch this bull continue to upset my baby's mouth, I realized I was standing there with a full hardon poking my shorts obscenely. I tried to get it to lay down, but gave up the struggle when I heard Tanner tell Wayne to get ready as he was about to shoot his cum. He moaned loudly a couple of times before locking his right hand around my man's head and shouted out his orgasm. I saw Wayne's eyes suddenly pop open as the cum flooded his mouth. Tanner shoved his hips hard against my man's face as he completed unloading directly down his throat.

Once Tanner came down from high, he patted Wayne on his flushed cheeks and pulled him up for a kiss. After breaking away, he smiled and said he really did have the best tasting cum. He pulled up his shorts and told me he was certainly glad he ran into me and got to meet my man. Then he said he'd have to look me up again as he was just a few blocks away. Then he turned to Wayne and told him he was both hot and fucking talented. Ive got some buddies who will not believe what you can do! Maybe we can all go hang out some night? Then he kissed Wayne again and left.

Wayne just looked at me sheepishly and said that I have some interesting friends and sauntered off into the back door. As I stood there wrapping my head around what just transpired, I heard a low coughing noise as someone behind me cleared his throat.

I turned at the noise to find Frank, my next door neighbor cleaning out some pots on his back patio. He grinned as he told me that he was amazed. He was sure that he was living next door to the two most boring queers in town, but now I'm not so sure. That muscled fellow sure knew how to throw a face fuck, but now I'm fuucking dying to get the full picture. Marge is heading off to visit her Mama this weekend and I'd love to take that tight bouncy ass for a test drive. Tell you what. You have him over here Saturday morning and I won't tell Pete what I saw. You know what a big mouth hes got. I fuck him once to keep me quiet. After that, I fuck him to fulfill his needs. And trust me, I saw that pitiful cock you have, he'll be clamoring for more rides on the Frankinator! One fuck to keep me from telling all the guys about the piece of ass needing tended to, unless he wants me to share!

[dutifullydeliciousblizzard-deac]

[amandahuggenkiss1]

“Here you go, man,” he said handing me back my phone with a smirk. “Text me when you’re free.”

I looked around the locker room before smiling back. I haven’t seen Mitch since senior year of high school, and he looks just as hot as he did back then. I couldn’t help but think about how good he looks standing in front of me now in just a pair of black boxer briefs. Both back for Thanksgiving break, we’d just run into each other at the gym today.

“Yeah, man,” I replied smiling at him. “What are you thinking about getting into?”

Mitch looked down at the floor shyly even though I know the guy is an alpha.

“I don’t know, Joel,” he said still smiling sweetly. “Maybe you and I could drink some beers in my basement? My parents have some thing they’re going to.”

“That sounds good,” I replied. “What kind of beer do you want me to bring?”

“Nah, man,” he said putting his hand on my shoulder. “My Dad has a ton of everything. Just come chill with me. You can spend the night.”

I smiled at Mitch as he smiled back. We were both being uncharacteristically awkward and shy.

“OK, I’ll call you when I’m done with my family stuff and headed that way,” I said.

We shook hands as a sexual current ran between us. I headed to my truck and thought about tonight. I was going to be alone hanging out with Mitch Matheson. While we ran in the same circles in high school, Mitch played football and I played baseball, so we mainly hung out with our teammates most of the time.

My parents weren’t too happy I had plans tonight — especially when I said I planned to stay over.

“Who are you hanging out with?” My overprotective mom asked.

“Mitch,” I said.

“Mitch Matheson?” She asked with a smile. “His mother and I always wanted the two of you to be friends.”

“We are, Mom,” I laughed. “We were just on different teams in high school.”

“I know, but we always thought the two of you were both so cute and such nice boys,” she said as she seemed to be lost in her memories.

“Well, if you let me, I’ll be hanging out and sleeping over at his house,” I said smiling. “But his parents won’t be home until later,” I added as if being responsible.

“Of course, honey,” Mom said. “I’m not worried if you’re hanging out with Mitch.”

“Mitch Matheson?” Dad asked walking into the kitchen.

“Yes!” Mom almost squealed. “OK, I’m going to watch my show in our room. Joel, honey, have fun and tell Mitch hello.”

Mom left the kitchen as Dad grabbed a beer out of the refrigerator. He opened it and looked at me without saying anything.

“What?” I asked.

“Son, I’m glad you’re hanging out with Mitch tonight,” Dad said as I waited for the but. “But just make sure you’re careful, OK?”

“Dad, it’s just the two of us,” I laughed. “We’re not having a rager.”

Dad seemed to think for a minute again as he took another sip of his beer.

“No, I’m not worried about that, but …” Dad came in closer and whispered, “I know you confided in me about messing around with some guys at school, and I just want to make sure you’re being safe … you know … with protection.”

I was really touched by my Dad’s concern considering we’d barely talked about it since I told him I’d been experimenting with guys.

“Thanks, Dad, I will,” I said patting his shoulder.

“Joel,” Dad stopped me as I was about to leave. “Have fun,” he winked. “Joel’s a good looking kid.”

I laughed as I got in my truck and headed out of my neighborhood. I texted Mitch that I was on my way. My phone rang a few seconds later.

“Hey, Mitch,” I said.

“Hey, buddy,” he said cheerfully. “Do me a favor and just come on in when you get here. You remember where my room is from high school?”

“Yeah, OK,” I said.

“Cool, I’m jumping in the shower. See you in a few,” Mitch said before ending the call.

I got to his large house on one of the holes at the nicest country club in town. I parked back by his three-car garage and walked to the front door. I opened it and immediately headed up to his room. The house seemed to have been redecorated, but I remembered my way around. I got to his room and walked in. I could hear the shower going as I looked around his room. His walls were filled with sports and fraternity pictures.

“Mitch, I’m here,” I called out.

The water in the shower turned off and I heard him open the shower door and figured he was grabbing his towel.

“Cool,” was all Mitch said.

I kept looking around before I heard him walking across the bathroom floor and then it sounded like he stopped. I turned to see him standing there still a little wet as he smiled at me wrapped only in his white towel.

“Hey, man,” I said as my eyes wandered over his muscular body.

“Hey, Joel,” he answered smiling.

Mitch walked to a small refrigerator with a glass door and pulled out two beers. He handed one to me and we both cracked them open before clinking beers.

“Cheers,” we both said before taking a big swig.

We stood looking at each other for a sec before Mitch spoke.

“Why don’t we go down to the basement and hang out at my Dad’s bar,” he said.

“Sounds good,” I agreed as I followed him down.

Mitch never put on any clothes, so I wondered if he was going to stay in a towel all night. I figured I’d have to hide my hard cock all night if he did. His big ass was mesmerizing as he walked.

“Dad just redid it down here,” Mitch said proudly as I looked around in amazement.

The basement was the nicest I’d ever seen. It was clearly built for drinking and fun, but it was obvious that a LOT of money had been spent on it.

“This is fucking rad,” I said as I ran my hand over the marble counter at the bar and looked at all of the liquor bottles backlit on the shelves.

“You have no idea,” Mitch said. “This isn’t even the cool part.”

I followed him as he showed me his Dad’s home gym (they both still enjoyed going to the gym I belonged to), a movie theater and finally a sauna. We walked into the sauna and Mitch dropped his towel and looked at me. My eyes were probably huge as I looked at his body and his thick cut cock. I finally made eye contact.

“You want to take a sauna with me?” Mitch asked as he held his beer in one hand and ran his other hand over his pecs.

“You just took a shower,” I said stating the obvious.

A smile spread across his face as Mitch seemed to think of what to say next.

“I was just cleaning my hole, man,” he admitted. “I want you to fuck me.”

I took a huge chug of my beer and looked at Mitch. He was so fucking hot as his cock grew in front of me.

“I know you’re into dudes, Joel,” he said. “I have friends at your school. I’m sure you know you’re hot, man.”

“I uh, umm, I have done a few things …” my voice trailed off as I wondered how much was getting out about my frat fucking.

Mitch walked to the bench in front of us and put his right leg up on it as I watched his ass. He turned and looked at me as he bent forward and put down his beer. He grabbed both butt cheeks and pulled them apart showing me his perfect pink hole. I walked to him and ran my right hand down his bare back and ran my hand over his right hand on his butt. I moved his hand and slapped his ass hard.

“Fuck, dude,” Mitch moaned.

I got on my knees behind this jock stud and grabbed both cheeks before sticking my face in his crack and running my tongue over his delicious hole. He moaned loudly as I began eating his jock ass.

Even though the sauna wasn’t on, it was getting hot in there as I tongued his slot. I took off my shirt in between tongue lashings and somehow pulled my athletic shorts to my thighs as I stroked my commando cock and ate his jock pussy.

“Fuck, Joel, eat my ass, bro,” Mitch whined. “God, you feel so good in my hole.”

“You want to eat mine?” I asked while still trying to feed on his butt.

“Fuck, yes,” Mitch said putting his leg down and pulling me up the the bench in one powerful move.

I was naked and had his tongue in my asshole in just a few seconds. The dude knows how to munch on a hole, I’ll tell you that.

“Get in my hole, baby,” I begged. “Get that tongue inside me.”

Mitch was making me see stars with his porn star rimming skills in his parent’s own basement. I pushed his head into my butt as much as humanly possible.

“Yeah, lick that hole, bitch,” I begged.

Finally tired from working his tongue inside me for so long, Mitch stood behind me and slapped his big cock against my ass cheek.

“You ready to ride my pole, sexy?” He asked.

“Only if I can fuck you,” I replied.

“Fuck, yeah,” he responded like it was an obvious thing. “It’s ready for you.”

He put his rigid cock against my hole, and I felt his cock head ready to push in.

“Any lube?” I asked worried it would hurt.

“Don’t worry, baby,” he said. “I got you nice and sloppy with my spit.”

With that, Mitch pushed slowly inside of me as I held onto the wall to keep me in place. Mitch put his hands on my waist as he began increasing the speed of his fucking.

“Good fucking god,” I practically yelled as his huge cock filled my tight hole.

I’m a bit of a cock slut, but Mitch was so much thicker than most of the guys I’d been with — and about the longest except for maybe my frat brother Chase.

“Your hole feels so fucking good, bro,” Mitch whined. “I’ve wanted to be in this butt since high school.”

“Fuck me, Mitch,” I begged. “Fuck me harder, baby.”

I heard a sort of chuckle come from Mitch as he delivered what I was begging for. The dude was absolutely pounding my pussy hard as we both dripped sweat. He tried to kiss my neck before realizing he was fucking me too hard for that.

“Take that dick, Joel,” Mitch boomed behind me. “Take that fucking dick, stud. Feel me inside you, baby, fucking that hot ass.”

I was feeling good as Mitch railed me. I knew I’d be sore as hell tomorrow — or for days, but I didn’t give a fuck. All I wanted in the world was to be Mitch Matheson’s bitch.

“Cum in me, baby,” I begged. “I’m going to shoot all over your Dad’s sauna.”

“Do it, baby,” Mitch said. “He gets fucked in here all the time.”

That bit of news sent me over the edge as I sprayed everything in front of and below me. I had never cum so much in my life as Mitch kept dicking me hard.

“Take my load, babe,” Mitch said as he fucked me super hard a few times and then shot deep into my guts with an enormous, nasty explosion of warm cum. “Breeding that butt,” he said as he loaded me up.

We finally came back from our tremendous orgasms and began kissing after he pulled me to my feet. We fucked all over the basement for the rest of the night. I’ve always looked forward to getting back to school, but I didn’t want this break to end.

Later as Mitch held me and we cuddled, I asked him about what he’d said about his Dad getting fucked in the sauna.

“Yeah, his group of friends are all a bunch poke smokers,” he said as if he hadn’t just had sex with me in every way possible. “They’re always fucking down here when my Mom is one of her trips or out for the night.”

“Really?” I asked. “Dude, your Dad is hot.”

“Fuck you, he laughed. “That’s fucking nasty, but I would totally drill your Dad.”

We looked at each other and smiled. Christmas break isn’t too far off!

[minhamemoriasuja]

[ben54writes]

Even between my legs, with his dick buried to the hilt in my ass, my brother still denied his homosexuality. His belief in his religion trumped his acceptance of himself, despite the pleasure he gained from cumming deep in my ass.

His hands grabbed my ass, pulling my hips closer to his. The angle change had his cock gliding over my prostate with every thrust.

We stayed quiet when we fucked. He didn’t like to hear my voice. Didn’t like to be reminded of his sin in the act.

He was affectionate though. He’d kiss me deep, his tongue slipping into my mouth and savoring the flavor of me. His fingers would intertwine with mine when he held my wrists down above my head.

He’d litter my chest in hickies. I think he liked leaving his mark on me.

I freed a hand to reach down and grab hold of my aching cock but he was faster. He returned my wrist to the hand holding mine captive above my head. I fought back a whine. I needed the friction. The feeling of his thick dick filling me was driving me so close to edge.

He took hold of my cock with his free hand and I gasped when he started to jerk me in time with his thrusts. I felt my balls draw up right before I shot all over his hand, my ass clamping around his dick.

He groaned and drove into me faster. The sounds of flesh meeting flesh rang out in the air. He grabbed my hips, pulling me down his length one last time. His dick pulsed deep in me.

When he finished he pulled out and left my room without another word.

[butchinharriman]

[jakespot7]

I kept my eyes closed as I felt my brother's hand on my leg, slowly moving up towards my crotch. Mom and Dad were up front and even though I should have stopped him, I didn't want to. His fingertips outlined my bulge and my dick grew.

"We should stop soon," I heard Mom tell my Dad as my younger brother touched me.

"Okay," he replied.

My brother slowly rubbed his hand on my dick that was now hard. I hated that I loved it when he did shit like this, that he was obsessed with me. That he had gotten me off many times before. I lifted my arm up and put it behind him and he leaned towards me.

He pulled my shorts down and let my cock out, he wrapped his hand around it and slowly massaged me. I heard him taste my pre-cum, drawing it to his lips with his finger. My eyes picked open as I felt him lower his mouth around me and begin to suck.

The blankets, pillows, and bags blocked most of the view as we sat in the very back of my parents SUV. My brother worked his mouth quietly on me as I made eye contact with Dad and the rear view mirror. He had no clue what my brother was doing to me and that very moment.

"Oh good, you're awake," Dad said. "We're going to get something to eat soon. Is your brother laying down back there?" He asked, not being able to see him.

"Yeah," I lied as I felt his lips move up and down on me.

I rubbed my brother's back and I swear Dad saw something in my eyes because he kept looking back at me and not saying anything. I felt my load building, my brother expertly working it from me. My brother's hand massaged my balls. He licked the tip of my dick. I was passing the point of being able to keep it in. He had done the work and now he was going to reap the reward he so desperately wanted.

I took a deep breath and clinched his shirt in my hand. Dad looked at me and my face told him everything he needed to know. I couldn't hold back, I let go and my brother got a mouth full of my cum as he continued to suck. I bit my lip and enjoyed the waves of pleasure as he pulled it out of me.

"Shit," Dad said, looking right at me.

"What?" Mom asked him, confused.

"Nothing," he said before making an excuse to distract her from the truth.

There was a look of lust in his eyes as he watched his oldest son orgasm, just feet behind him. He didn't stop us, didn't say a word. It was like I was sharing it with him, inviting him in on the fun. My brother swallowed it all and sat up. Dad smiled when my brother came into view.

"Oh, there's your brother," he teased. "Have a good nap?" He asked.

"Great," my brother told him and wiped his mouth.

"Get off here, there's a diner right over there," Mom said and pointed, having no clue what the rest of us did.

[butchinharriman]

[twisted-talez]

Tipping back his beer, Brax locked eyes with me. Illuminated by the glow of the fire pit, he looked hot as fuck with his shirt pulled back over his head to reveal his hairy, chiseled pecs. I knew it was a long shot, but I was determined to get his cock inside of me. And from the way Brax looked at me, I knew I had a chance.

Brax had been the hottest guy at our high school. He played football and always had a hot cheerleader on his arm. And though he was impossibly straight, I had a major crush on him. But what made Brax legendary were the wild parties he threw when his parents were out of town, which was nearly every weekend. Brax hosted one such party a week after graduation, a party that would make me infamous in our small town.

I was not out in high school, and kept my queerness a guarded secret. In a moment of weakness, I let down my guard during Brax’s post-graduation party. I was washing my hands in an upstairs bathroom after taking a piss when some drunk, hot jock whom I barely knew barged in and began to shoot his stream into the toilet. He had a thick cock with a huge helmet head, which started to get hard as I stared in awe.

“You wanna suck this cock?” the jock asked, brandishing his huge cock at me, dripping the last of his piss onto the tile floor. I instantly dropped to my knees and took his big dick down my throat.

“Yeah, faggot. Suck this cock,” the hung jock moaned, pulling out his phone to film me slobbering all over his big dick. I should’ve stopped him. I should have told him to put his phone away. But I wanted his cock, and didn’t want to jeopardize that.

Sure enough, after pumping his nut down my throat, the fucker posted the video on Insta. It was flagged and taken down in under ten minutes, but by then everyone at the party had seen it. I left the party with shouts of “faggot” and echoes of laughter in my ears.

I laid low for the rest of the summer, counting the days until I left for college. Once at school, the incident became a distant memory as I busied myself with studying, making new friends, working out … and getting fucked by the occasional drunk frat boy. Well, more than the occasional boy. I had offered up myself as a cum dump at several frat parties, taking dozens of cocks, in fact. Deep inside, I knew those frat guys were just using me. But, unlike the dude who filmed me at Brax’s party, I was allowing those frat guys to use me—I was in control.

Thus, Brax and his party were far from my mind when I returned home the next summer … and promptly ran into Brax at the gym.

“Carter?” Brax asked, almost not recognizing me. “Damn, you’ve put on some muscle, bro.” I instantly turned red, blushing under his gaze.

“Just a little,” I demurred. “I’ve been hitting the gym hard back at school.” Brax looked me up and down again, almost wantonly.

“Well, it shows,” Brax smiled. “Listen, Carter. I never really apologized for what happened at my party last summer. That dude had no right to post that video. I’m really sorry.”

“Thanks, but it wasn’t your fault,” I assured Brax, still somewhat embarrassed. “Plus, I’m completely out now, so it doesn’t matter much anymore.”

“Well, I felt responsible,” Brax replied. “I’m having a party tonight. My parents are out of town. Everyone is back home. Why don’t you come and let me make it up to you?”

Flashbacks of drunk classmates shouting “faggot” at me filled my brain. I wanted to decline, but Brax’s gorgeous eyes were pleading with me, willing me to accept his invitation. “Sure,” I finally acquiesced. “I’ll stop by tonight.”

The party was in full swing by the time I found the nerve to go inside Brax’s house that night. I expected someone to point and yell “faggot” at me as soon as I walked in the door, but it was like nobody even noticed me. I had bulked up since high school, and my haircut was different. It seemed that none of my old classmates even recognized me. Relieved, I grabbed a can of Bud from a cooler and made my way through the house, trying to find Brax. I finally found him out in the backyard.

Brax and several of his buddies were drinking around a fire pit when I approached him. Tipping back his beer, Brax locked eyes with me. “Carter! You made it!” Brax boomed, leaving his buddies at the fire pit as he greeted me.

“Yeah, I promised you,” I replied sheepishly, somewhat embarrassed to be the subject of his attention.

“Follow me,” Brax ordered. “I want to talk with you in private.” I nodded and followed Brax into the house and upstairs to his bedroom. Was this actually happening? And so fast?

“My party last summer—” Brax began once we were ensconced in his room.

“Brax, you’ve already apologized,” I stopped him with a raised hand. “It’s water under the bridge. No one here even remembers.”

“No. It’s not that,” Brax continued. “I wanted to tell you that—and I know this is gonna sound selfish after what you went through—but I was kinda jealous that you sucked off that jerk and not me.”

And then Brax leaned forward and kissed me. It was all a blur from that point forward. Frantic hands pulling off each other’s clothes. Brax lowering me onto the bed. His tongue at my hole. And then—WHAM—Brax was inside me.

“Christ, you’re hung,” I exclaimed as Brax stretched my hole with his big cock, plunging deeper inside me. His lips were back on mine, and I could taste the beer on his tongue.

“I’m so glad you came tonight,” Brax whispered in my ear, his big dick grinding inside me. There was a frantic urgency to the way he fucked me, like he couldn’t consume me fast enough. Or perhaps he was nervous about us getting caught fucking at his own party. Planking atop me, Brax persisted to jackhammer my hole at a pace that couldn’t last.

“Fuck. I’m gonna cum,” Brax announced. He gave me two more deep thrusts before his body was convulsing on top of me, his cock releasing his warm seed inside me.

“Yeah, breed me,” I urged, stroking his sweaty back as his balls finished emptying inside me.

“Jesus, that was hot,” he exclaimed, pulling out of me as his lips found mine once more. I could feel his cum escaping my hole and puddling on the sheet under me.

“Can you stay tonight?” Brax asked, our lips parting.

“Uh—sure,” I agreed rolling onto my stomach, putting my ass up in the air.

“You can send your buds up to fuck me now,” I informed Brax, assuming that the reason he wanted me at the party was to be a cum dump for his buddies, like I’d done at countless frat parties back at college.

“Jesus,” Brax exclaimed. “That’s not what I meant. I don’t want to share you with my buds.” Brax rolled me back over, his eyes meeting mine.

“I’ve been pretending to be straight for too long,” Brax began. “I like you—a lot. I’ve thought you were cute since high school. And I think you can help me to finally be true to myself. What do you think?”

I couldn’t believe my high school crush had not only just fucked me, but also seemed to want a relationship with me. Taking his face in my hands, I gave Brax my answer with another deep kiss. Fuck, the boy tasted good. His hands were soon upon me, probing my cummy hole with his fingers.

“I want back inside you,” he whispered, raising himself to mount me again.

“You sure?” I asked. “Aren’t you afraid one of your buds might catch us fucking up here?”

Brax gave a brief shrug as he pushed back inside me. “They’re gonna find out about me soon enough,” he joked. “Plus, they can’t say shit about me if they’re drinking my beer.”

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

[frkrsng]

[twisted-talez]

Zach worked his cock with a frenzy as I stood before him in awe and disbelief. “I’m gonna bust,” he warned, a blast of cum erupting from his cock and spraying his chiseled body. “Fuck, that felt good,” he exhaled as he looked up and gave me a twisted smile. “You’re next, bro,” he informed me. “I wanna see you shoot.”

I had a very sheltered youth. My parents were strict, religious conservatives. They taught me about sex, but only in terms of procreation, and warned me I would go to hell if I had sex before marriage. I knew about masturbation, only because my dad had told me it was also a sin. Consequently, I was not prepared for college.

Zach was assigned to be my freshman year dorm roommate. With his tattoos and frequent F-bombs dropped throughout his normal speech, he was definitely more worldly than me. Our stark differences became even more apparent one day when I walked in on him naked on his bed, jacking his big cock. I started to close the door to leave, but he stopped me.

“Dude. Don’t leave,” he insisted. “Fuck. If we’re gonna be roommates, you’ve gotta learn to be comfortable with this shit.”

I nodded in embarrassed acquiescence as he proceeded to work his cock. I could tell he liked having me there, that he liked being watched. I was transfixed as I witnessed his cock erupt with a massive load.

“You’re next, bro,” Zach informed me. “I wanna see you fuckin’ shoot that wad.” But I stood there motionless, unable to join him.

“Dude,” Zach scolded. “Come on. I jack with my buds all the time. It’s no big deal.”

And that’s when I told Zach about my sheltered youth and how I’d never even jacked off. Zach was incredulous.

“You don’t believe that shit, do you?” he asked incredulously. “That jacking off is a sin?”

I shook my head. Those were my dad’s beliefs, not mine.

“You want me to teach you?” Zach offered. I gave Zach my answer by stripping down and joining him on his bed.

“Damn, you’ve got a big cock,” Zach noted first off. “You’re big enough to be two-fisted, but we’ll start with the classic one-fist today.”

I stretched back on the bed as Zach got between my legs. “Some guys just dry jack it, but I like a little lube to reduce the friction,” Zach advised. He then spit on my cock, saying, “This will usually do the trick.”

Zach then gripped my cock and began to slowly work it up and down. It felt incredible, unlike anything I could have imagined. “Fuck,” I slowly exhaled.

Zach laughed, knowing that I almost never cuss. “The trick is to find the right grip that works for you,” he instructed. “Too loose, and there’s not enough stimulation. Too tight, and you cut off your circulation.”

Zach then demonstrated a slower and faster pace, and then told me to let him know when I was about to bust. “But how will I know?” I asked naively.

“Believe me, dude, you’ll know,” he laughed. “You’ll definitely know.”

Zach was right. Within a few minutes, I could feel my balls tightening. Pressure was building in my cock, like a geyser about to erupt.

“I think I’m gonna cum,” I warned Zach I was about to bust, my cockhead swelling and releasing a massive shot of cum. The first blast went up my chest, while the next several spurts went airborne and then rained back down upon my cock and Zach’s hand as he milked me dry.

“Fuck,” I moaned once more as my body continued to convulse and release years of pent-up tension. By the time my balls were fully emptied, my cock and Zach’s hand were covered with my cum.

He took a taste of it off the tip of his index finger. “Fucking delicious,” he declared. “You’re still hard,” he noted. “That gives me an idea.”

Zach then reached around behind him and appeared to be working some of my cum into his hole. He straddled me, working the tip of my cock inside him. I couldn’t believe what was happening as he sat all the way down on my cock.

“I might as well teach you everything you need to know,” Zach declared as my cock explored his depths, my head rolling back in ecstasy.

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

[enm-enthusiast]

The Professor's Anatomy

It was Ethan’s first ever semester teaching his Human Anatomy I class at his local University, he was the youngest member of the faculty at the age of 27, not much older than the rest of his students. He often went to the gym, and was pretty built but was very self conscious about his body, standing at 6 '2 with brown hair and green eyes, and had a square jawed face that made some of his students drool during class. But there was one student of his that lusted after him more than any other, and that was George, a senior.

George was 23 and stood at 5'10 and wasn't very athletic, he was just average with blonde hair and brown eyes. Every class he couldn’t help but admire his teacher’s backside, which unbeknownst to the new professor, his pants clung tightly to his built and toned bubble butt. 

He often imagined what he looked like naked, and wished he could have caught a glimpse of him just once. George went to the same gym as his professor, and sometimes saw him there but no matter how hard he tried his professor always managed to evade being seen after he got out of the showers. But luckily for George, he would soon get his chance…

After spring break during the semester, Ethan gave out his graded mid-term papers and overall the class performed very well…all except for one student, a fellow senior named James who was on the University’s football team, and needed to keep his grades up for his scholarship. When he received a D- for his mid-term, he was absolutely furious, and so after class he waited to speak with the professor to dispute his grade…

Ethan

I was filing away my gathered papers into my bag for the day when I heard someone approach from behind me. I turned and noticed James coming to the front of my desk and I tried to give him a welcoming smile but he had a scowl on his face and I knew what it was about. Oh dear, here we go I thought to myself as I prepared to explain why the 24 year old senior had gotten such a low grade.

“Hey professor! I understand you're busy but can you please spare the time for this, I really need to talk to you” James said. “No problem James, I’ve just about finished up here, but from the look on your face I think I know what the issue is, it’s about your mid-term, right?” I replied and James seemed surprised at first but he nodded and said “yeah, listen prof, can you please reconsider? I can’t fail this class or I’ll lose my scholarship! Can’t I just retake the test?” he said, his eyes pleading. 

James stood there at 6 '3 with bulkier muscles than mine, with black hair and brown eyes and a rugged face that made him a popular choice on the football team. My heart twinged, if it were up to me I’d have cut the kid some slack and given him some extra credit to make up for the grade. Unfortunately the University released new policies this year which forbid professors from giving out extra credit, and weren’t allowed to have their tests retaken unless they got approval from the dean. From my experience, that old witch would as soon as jump into a lake of fire before granting her permission for that I thought to myself.

I gave James an apologetic look and said “Listen, I’m sorry but I just can’t help you, if you have an issue with your grade, submit a plea to the dean and see if she’ll allow you to make up for it, but if not, there’s nothing I can do” I said.

James’ expression darkened further and said: “Bullshit, I’ve seen professors make exceptions before, you just don’t feel like helping me out, I see how it is” he said and stormed away before I could reply. There was something in his eyes that frightened me just a bit, and I thought to myself I’d better talk to Dean Killigan and see what I can do for the lad. I've got a bad feeling about what’ll happen if I don’t at least try…

Until then, I decided to push it out of my mind and finish up gathering the rest of my things before I left the lecture building and off towards the campus gym for my evening workout, little did I know what surprises would await me there tonight…

George

“Selfish bastard” I heard my friend James mutter under his breath after he stormed away from professor Ethan’s desk, looking quite angry. My curiosity peaked, I sauntered over and walked beside him for a moment and he seemed to be consumed in his thoughts because he didn’t notice I was there until he nearly jumped and said “Jesus George, don’t sneak up on me like that!” he said, looking quite flustered. 

“Oh please, you're fine, I just thought I’d lend an ear, what just happened with you and Professor Ethan?” I asked. James explained what had happened, and when he finished he said “what am I gonna do? I’ll lose my scholarship for sure! All because he couldn’t help me out, oh what I’d give to teach him a lesson!” he said.

When he finished, an idea came to me…Most of the students knew of the new policy about extra credit and make-up assignments, but James could be rather thick-headed sometimes, getting too stuck in his workouts and football practice. This could be my chance…I thought to myself as I quickly glanced back at the professor, his glorious bubble butt straining the fabric of his tight pants. Ignoring the movement down in my crotch, I leaned in to James and said “you know…I have an idea how you can get back at him”.

James raised an eyebrow at me, smirking, and said “oh? What’d you have in mind?” he said and I grinned back at him as I reveled in my head at the thought of achieving what I’ve failed to do for weeks. Poor professor Ethan won’t know what hit him I thought to myself as I whispered conspiratorially to James, and together…we had a plan.

Ethan

My torso glistened with sweat as I worked on the gym’s treadmill, I looked at my current speed and distance accomplished and thought to myself I think that’s enough of that for tonight. I powered down the treadmill and carefully stepped off, before wiping my face with a towel and gave a quick glance around the room. No one else was occupying the gym tonight, it seemed, which was exactly how I liked it.

I never felt right knowing others could watch my bare chest like that. Indeed, I was always so careful when leaving the showers too, I always locked my locker with my clothes inside and got in and out before anyone had the chance to catch so much as a glimpse of me naked. 

Not that some hadn’t tried either, I had noticed in the corner of my eye someone watching me and waiting to catch me in a moment of nudity, but fortunately for me they always ended up disappointed. 

I quickly gathered my things and made straight towards the showers, and while on the way there I could have sworn I felt eyes on me but whenever I checked there was never anything there. “I must be getting too self-conscious” I said to myself out loud, shrugged, and continued walking. 

As expected, the locker room was empty, and I put my bag and work clothes inside my locker  and grabbed a towel from inside before shutting it closed. I walked away and was about to turn back to lock it when I heard a noise behind me and I turned to see that the locker room door had shut. I looked closer to see if anyone had come in, but after a few minutes of searching I couldn’t find a sign of anybody so I shrugged and went into the showers. 

I turned the faucet on and used my towel to shield me as I stripped off the rest of my clothes, undoing my gym shorts and lowering them down my legs, then stepped out of them. I felt the water to see if it was warm enough yet and sure enough it was ready, so I grabbed the hem of my black briefs and quickly tugged them off and piled them with the rest of my clothes in the corner by the towel hook.

I left them there, then walked over to let the water flow on my bare body and started to rinse myself in the showers. As I lathered myself, I felt a stirring in my crotch and I spared a glance downwards to see my cock starting to harden. These past few weeks have been a dry spell for me, even as a bisexual man it was hard to meet up with anybody I actually liked or even just fool around with someone I found attractive. Because of this, I was just so horny, and these showers at the gym always brought it out for some reason. 

I checked again to see if anyone was around and while my one hand was busy lathering my body with soap, I spared my other to go downwards and sure enough it met and wrapped itself around my increasingly hard cock. “Fuck” I whispered out loud, I just couldn’t help myself, I even felt myself blush as my cock ached for attention and so I gave it a few good strokes and even played with my balls. 

I don’t know why, but I just felt so shy about people seeing me naked. It had been that way since I hit puberty and since then only a handful of people had gotten to see my bare butt let alone my cock. It was this shyness that forced me to stop my jerk off session so I could rinse the soap off me. 

In my mind's eyes, as the soap washed away, I thought of taking a thick cock up my ass. It been ages since I’d been fucked and as I tried to imagine being fucked and I felt my cock twitch and ache as I fantasized of being taken from behind by someone I found hot. But when I pictured who this guy could be, the first image that popped in my head…was James from my class! I opened my eyes in shock and thought to myself: where had that come from?

“No matter, let’s just forget it” I said under my breath and ignored my still-hard cock as I pushed aside all sexual thoughts and focused on getting out of here as soon as possible, planning on giving myself some appropriate release once I was back home.

Once I finished rinsing myself off, I turned off the water and went over to the towel hooks where my clothes were. However, as I rounded the corner I nearly gasped and my eyes widened as I saw that both the towel and my clothes….were gone. 

I quickly covered myself with my hands and darted my gaze back and forth trying to spot who had stolen my clothes, but with no sign of anyone I realized my only hope was my change of clothes stuffed in my locker. I gazed out into the locker room and upon seeing no one present, I quickly made my way towards my locker. 

However, my heart sank even lower and my jaw dropped as I arrived to find my locker open, and empty.”FUCK!” I said out loud, still covering my shame with my hands. I tried to think of a way out of this, but I was stuck with the reality that I was completely naked without any clothes in the middle of campus. I was brought out of my thoughts when I heard a whistle behind me and I whirled to see none other than James and he had his friend George with him, another student in my class and a fellow senior.

James was grinning at me with a grin that said “yeah, it was me alright” and his friend George’s gaze was drawn to the lower half of my body, and I double checked to make sure I was covered when I realized it. “What’s the matter there prof? You seem distressed” James said and my face blushed a deep red and I said “You can't be serious James! This is serious, now give me my clothes back and I won’t report you to campus security” I said, trying to maintain the demeanor I usually do around my students.

James saw right through me, however, and he simply ignored what I said and moved closer to me. I instinctively moved back, my focus was entirely on him that I didn’t even notice that George was gone. “Since you say you can’t help me with that mid-term, I’ve thought of another way you can help me out prof, what do you say about giving me and George here a private anatomy lesson?” he said, his eyes alight with excitement.

It took a moment to process what he said, and when it hit me my eyes widened and my blush deepened that I could barely keep focus on keeping my distance from James who was now backing me up against a wall. I realized I needed to get away, to run and I was about to flee when suddenly I felt myself get grabbed from behind. Oh no I thought to myself and sure enough George was behind me and was attempting to pull my arms away from my crotch. 

That seemed to be James’s cue as he practically pounced and helped George pry my arms away from covering myself and helped him bind my arms behind me with a zip tie. With me secure, James stepped back to admire his handiwork, and his eyes stopped at my crotch, he grinned at me and said “wow prof, you shave down there? You also seem to be getting a little excited too” he said. 

His words were true, I shaved my pubes regularly and despite myself my cock was beginning to harden again. George peeked from behind me, and while I couldn’t see it, I was sure he grinned too as he leaned in and whispered in my ear “I always knew you were packing down there” he said and suddenly his hands quickly caressed my bare ass cheeks.

A soft “mmmm” escaped from me when he did that and both of them seemed to approve of the reaction they got from me. “This isn’t quite the appropriate setting for an Anatomy lesson, let’s take this somewhere else” James said and George pushed me forward. “Come on you guys, just let me go and give me my clothes back, this isn’t a joke” I tried to say.

James, however, merely replied with: “Of course it’s not a joke, I take education seriously, and don’t worry teach we won’t bite, who knows, you might have fun” he said and gave me a wink. I let them lead me forward simply because I wasn’t going anywhere with the both of them on the side of me and my arms bound behind me. On the way, both George and James made soft, subtle passes at my naked body. Moving their hands up my back, pinching my butt, twisting my nipples, and even grazed my now fully hard cock. They were intentionally riling me up, and while I didn’t admit it I was getting so aroused that I imagined jerking myself off right then and there.

My face was red and flushed with heat the entire time it took us to reach the lecture building, and thank god we didn’t run into anyone on the way. My relief was short-lived, however, when we entered my classroom and right on the desk was rope, and five feet away from it, there was a camera positioned right towards it…

I was so stunned I barely felt George prodding me forward again and the duo led me towards my desk. George went towards the camera and James took the lead as he suddenly and aggressively grabbed me and pinned me on top of my desk. I felt his hot breath which tingled my neck as his eyes stared deep into my own. There was still excitement there, but now there was something else too…lust? 

“Play along, and things will go just fine, but if you don’t, well I’d hate to make you run like this all the way back home” he said, grinning. I thought for a brief moment, but I decided my best move was to just let this play out…despite how humiliated I already felt it couldn’t get any worse…could it?

So I nodded my understanding to James and he grinned even wider. Then without warning he lowered his face towards mine, his lips so close to my own, I felt my dick twitch which I’m sure he felt. I even felt his lips brush past mine and to my embarrassment I prepared them for a kiss but instead he leaned in close to my ear and whispered “your mine now, teach” which sent a shudder down my spine.

He then backed away, George was still busy with the camera and was transfixed by what he saw while James grabbed the rope on the desk and started to spread my legs wide. By the time I realized what he was doing I was too late as he used the rope to tie them together, using a knot in the middle to keep my legs spread. Rising back up, James nodded to George who started recording and my eyes widened when he said “good evening, tonight’s session will be a quick lesson in anatomy, specifically we’ll be dealing with penile and prostate stimulation” he said, his grin as wide as a devils.

James

“First, let’s test to see how sensitive our subject volunteer is to penile stimulation” I said, in a fake-formal voice towards George’s camera before turning my attention to the naked and bound professor beneath me. It had been surprisingly easy to put this together, I had a nagging suspicion George had this idea in his head for a while, indeed it was hard not to notice the bulge he had when he got to glimpse professor Ethan’s bare ass. 

I had to admit, now that I had him here like this, I felt a stirring in my own crotch. I had messed around with dudes before but I had always preferred women more. But damn, our professor’s ass was amazing! His cock wasn’t bad either, it looked to be at least 6 ½ inches long when fully hard. But it was hard to ignore my own growing boner when a brief thought of me sliding my cock inside my professor’s ass entered my mind and I almost lost my composure. 

I returned my attention back to reality, and I slipped some medical gloves on my hands as I suddenly grabbed a hold of the professor’s still fully hard cock, gripping it from the base of his shaft. Despite himself, professor Ethan couldn’t help but let out a soft “oh!” 

“It seems the subject responds quite well to outside stimuli, let’s see which parts of the penis are the most sensitive to stimulation” I said, and while still gripping his shaft, I used a cotton swab to lightly touch parts of his cock. All the while, our poor professor’s face was so red, it was actually rather cute how deeply he blushed, he certainly had nothing to be ashamed of about his body. Yet I could tell how embarrassed he felt, but a part of him was getting off on all of this, even before I started touching him his cock had been fully hard.

After a few moments of “testing” his sensitive areas, I said “it seems the subject responds most favorably to stimulation of the tip of the penis, while the balls are being handled” I said matter-of-factly. As part of the show, I softly touched the tip of his cock with one hand while gripping his balls with my other, and professor Ethan was finding it harder and harder to contain how much he was getting off on all the attention. 

“Now, it is time to see how the subject responds to stimulation of the nipples alongside the penis” I said. Before Ethan could respond I gripped his cock with one hand and used my other to reach towards his hairless nipples. I gave them a light twist as I stroked his cock, making sure to softly caress the tip as I did so, and over time I twisted his nipples even harder.

Professor Ethan had now given up on containing himself and was now letting “Mmpph” and “oh god” sounds from his lips, which I had come so close to kissing not long ago. I felt my cock lurch in my pants at the thought, which thankfully was facing away from the camera. 

After I felt satisfied, I released his cock from my grasp and I could have sworn I saw a look of..disappointment in his eyes when I had stopped. “Subject seems to be very stimulated in this way, even more so than our previous method, thus I feel it time to test our subject’s prostate stimulation” I said. 

This time Ethan perked up and said “please, you’ve gotten enough” he said, his voice barely a whisper. I ignored his words, and it seems he forgot his own because he didn’t resist as I gripped him from the waist and pulled him up, turned him around, then bent him over the desk so that his legs were spread wide open for me. 

As I gazed at his exposed ass cheeks, I felt such an urge to drop my pants, slide my cock inside that magnificent ass, and fuck him right then and there…but I wasn’t finished yet so I pushed the thought away for now despite my now fully hard cock trapped in my jeans begging otherwise. Instead I tightened the glove on my hand and poured lube on my fingers as I said “first we shall start with one finger insertion, then two, and finally three to test the levels of prostate sensitivity” I said. 

I spared a glance at George, who seemed a bit jealous I got to be the one to do this but still enjoyed recording the sight of me about to finger our professor. I started with spreading his cheeks open first, and lubing up his entrance with the lube I poured, making sure to get it ready. When I was satisfied, I stood back up and poured some more on my left hand before lowering myself back down. I made a point of it to tease him first, dancing my lubed up fingers around his hole and slightly inserting myself inside before quickly removing them.

It drove him nuts, as he squirmed beneath me, to the point where he said “please….just get it over with” he said. I grinned, then decided who was I to deny him and finally began to push one finger inside his hole. He moaned out loud this time, which only encouraged me as I slowly slid my finger deeper inside. When I had fully inserted myself, I turned back towards the camera and said “the subject responds quite positively to prostate stimulation with one insertion, now let us try two” I said and before prof realized it I was sliding another lubed up finger inside him and he moaned louder.

My cock ached in my pants as I so desperately wanted those moans to be from my cock inside him instead. I then slowly slid my fingers out, then back in, then back out, back in, out, in, out, in, until it slightly devolved into me basically finger fucking his hole. I slowed down to make time to say to the camera once professor’s moans quieted down, “subject seems to respond even more to two finger insertion stimulation, now let us finish off with insertion of three” I said.

Inserting the first two had gone smoothly, but getting a third was more difficult than I anticipated but with enough lube I eventually managed to insert three full fingers inside of him, though this time it seemed to make him a bit uncomfortable so I spent less time stimulating him that way. I fully withdraw my fingers this time, pulled off the gloves from my hands and said “our subject responded most positively to two-finger insertion for prostate stimulation, and responded most to simultaneous nipple and penile stimulation, thank you for joining us for our private anatomy session” I said and signaled George to stop the recording.

Ethan

I breathed a sigh of relief when James told George to stop recording…although secretly I was so turned on I had to keep myself from begging James to fuck me, hopefully they’d let me go now and once I got home I could take care of this myself. My cock was still hard beneath me, and had started leaking precum when he was inserting his fingers in and out of my hole.

“So…can you guys untie me now?” I said, and James let out a loud chuckle and said “sure, but only if you can say, honestly, that you don’t get turned on by this…” he said and I realized he was behind me again, and had started lubing up his fingers. My face flushed as my cock twitched underneath me and I felt a familiar sensation as he started to insert two fingers inside of me. “Mmmmphh oh fuck” I said out loud.

“Oh, looks like someone’s turned on after all,” James said, chuckling softly. He then stretched to where his head was close to my ear while he continued to finger me. As he did so, he leaned in close and whispered “fuck..you have such a hot ass there prof, I never knew how much I wanted to fuck you until now, but I’ll wait, I need to hear you beg for it first” he said and my face flushed a deeper shade of red. 

However, I couldn’t deny that his words rang true, my body wanted him to fuck me right now, wanted him to shoot his load inside me. But…he…he humiliated me! I tried to tell myself, and tried to deny what my body so desperately wanted. I couldn’t help but moan as he fingered me, and it only encouraged James, because he said “well now, it seems to me you're really enjoying this aren’t you?” he said, and he waited for a response.

I found it hard to get the words out, but I couldn’t very well deny it now, could I? So I said “y-y-yes” I said softly. But James wasn’t satisfied, he said “I’m sorry, what was that?” and this time I made sure to say out loud “fuck….yeah….i-I like it” I said.

“Good boy” he whispered and the words sent a shudder through me all the way down to my cock. All the while he didn’t stop fingering me, George off to the side had now dropped his pants and was jerking off his 4-inch cock watching all of this unfold.

Fuck…what’s wrong with me? Why can’t I deny it? I thought to myself as I tried to form the words that would forever cement my shame, but as I lay there, bent over my own desk, I finally gave in to my carnal desires. James seemed to sense it, because he leaned in and said “what is it teach? You want something?” he said, in a soft, sensual voice.

“Fuck me” I said, loud enough for him and George to hear. James seemed stunned for a moment because he stopped fingering me, taking his fingers out from inside my hole and said in response “I’m sorry, what do you want me to do?” He said. 

He wanted to hear it from me again, the bastard. “Fuck me!” I said and after that I heard rustling noises coming from behind me. Then I felt him untie my legs and the ziptie binding my arms was cut. I could have fled and they both knew it, but I didn’t want to anymore…I knew what I wanted. 

James knew it too because he flipped me over onto my back and I saw he was completely naked now, his gorgeous body was very burly and quite hairy too across his chest, arms, legs, and of course his crotch which sprouted a proud 7-inch erection. George was on the side of my desk now, and he too was naked, and still held his cock in his grip as he stared at me with a lustful look in his eyes.

My attention shifted back to James however when he suddenly towered over me, his face mere inches from mine. Like before, our gazes locked and we slowly rose to meet one another but I decided I was tired of his games so I made the first move and met his lips with mine. His eyes widened in pleasant surprise but he quickly recovered and started to kiss me back, passionately while his free hand found its way to my cock and started to stroke it. 

The moan that escaped my lips echoed into James’ mouth. We wrestled our mouths together and explored each other’s bodies, and he took what he learned from his “anatomy” session and twisted my nipples while stroking my cock, driving me crazy with impatience. 

This went on for what seemed like hours before we finally broke away, and I repeated what I said before, while looking right into his eyes I said “fuck me” and he smiled so widely now, then he walked away from me for a brief moment.

He came back just a moment later, putting a condom on his cock and lubing himself up. I was distracted by a sudden contact because I felt something warm and wet meet the tip of my cock and I yelled out “holy fuck!”.

I looked to see George had come closer now and was starting to suck my cock, I moaned out loud as he lowered his mouth deeper onto my shaft. He stroked his own cock as he did so, and took cues from James because he started to twist my nipples too. 

James merely watched with amusement while he prepared himself, and once he was done he walked over and started to lube up my hole once more, even inserting a finger to loosen me up just a bit. George stopped sucking my cock at James’ direction, and he watched as James then lifted my legs and put them on his shoulders, spreading them wide to give him access to my waiting hole.

James never broke eye contact with me as he slowly guided his cock towards my hole, and I softly gasped as I felt the head of his dick press against my entrance. Ever so slowly, he teased around my hole, slowly making progress until finally he started to slide himself inside me. I felt something poke me from the side and I turned to see George’s cock, I briefly met his gaze and I licked my lips as I started to take his cock in my mouth.

All the while I felt James continue to push himself inside me, until finally he had buried his cock balls deep inside my ass. I gazed at James from the side as I sucked George’s cock, and I decided that no one was going to do it for me so I used my free hands to start stroking my own cock.

James waited for a moment before making his first thrust, which made a loud “ugghhh!” escape from me. It certainly gave him more confidence, because little by little he gained more momentum to the point where he was able to thrust in and out, in and out of my hole. 

I couldn’t help but moan out loud, albeit muffled by me continuing to suck George’s cock. I couldn’t believe how I had started the day as a new but dignified professor, and now here I was, getting fucked by my student. Not only had I begged for it, but I was…enjoying it! I felt pure pleasure as he thrust himself deep inside me right to the hilt, hitting my prostate each time.

“Fuck yeah baby, this sweet ass of yours was worth the wait, hmmm fuck yeah, you like this cock inside you?” James said.

I pulled my mouth away from George’s cock to face James, and I grinned at him and said “Mmphhh, oh yea, keep thrusting that big cock inside me” I said. With that, he picked up the pace even more, he fucked me with such intensity and passion I stopped stroking my cock but continued to feel the pressure build regardless. George was captivated, he watched as James fucked me and stroked his cock as he did so. 

He was probably the best fuck I've had in such a long time, he knew what he was doing too, for he learned what pushed my buttons and pulled out all the stops. He did it because he knew I liked it, and more so the fact that I realized he wanted me to moan, he wanted to see me squirm and writhe because of what he was doing to me.

I almost didn't want it to end, his cock just felt so good, so right as it slid easily in and out of me, and it showed with how much noise I was making. To my shame, I thought to myself that after this...I wanted him to fuck me again someday soon...

I felt like I could do this for hours, I'd have bent over for him in heartbeat at this point, all manner of dignity and propriety had been thrown out the window. His each and every thrust sent waves through my entire body, and continued to touch and tease the sensitive areas of my body.

He made me squirm as he teased and fucked me, and he got off on it too. I only hoped it wasn't going to be cut short, I could have gone on for hours yet.

It even felt like that’s how long it lasted, but sure enough I could tell by the progression of moans and grunts from James that he was getting close. George was getting close now too, and he stepped closer and positioned himself so that his load shot right onto me. 

“fuck…I’m gonna cum…want me to cum inside you, baby?” he said and I barely got my response out as I said “mmmm, yes, do it, cum inside me” I said. He took my words and turned them into action as his thrusts became erratic and slowed slightly as he got close. I felt the pressure from my own cock finally build to the breaking point and so right before James could cum I moaned louder than ever before as I felt my cock erupt and finally shot my load. 

It was the biggest load I’d ever shot, landing on my face, my chest, and onto my hairless crotch, George followed right after me as his load mixed with mine, shooting it right onto my chest. Last but not least came James, who roared as his knees nearly buckled and said “I-i-I’m gonna…cum!” he said as he thrust one final time and I felt his cock shooting his hot load inside me.

We all spent a few moments catching our breaths after having shot our respective loads. James slowly withdrew his cock from inside me and deposited his used condom in the trash can nearby. I was preoccupied with the realization of what had just happened, my face turning crimson as I got distracted and didn’t notice as George got dressed, took his camera, and left. 

James however, once dressed, brought me out of my thoughts as he said “don’t worry about the video…it’ll be our little secret, I have a feeling we aren’t done with you yet” he said, giving me a knowing wink, and I could only blush in response. 

As he started to leave I tried to rise up, my ass sore, and covered in cum but before I could he turned around and said “oh and I know we said you’d get your clothes back, and you will, it’s just that they’re currently waiting in your car on the other side of campus…” he said and my heart sank. “But…I left you a little gift on the desk there, hope no one spots you teach, after all…that ass is mine now” he said and he gave me one final wink and a smile…then left.

Once he left, I scrambled to see what his ‘gift’ was and my jaw dropped as I picked up a jockstrap. As I did so, a small white sheet of paper fell out, I picked it up and I couldn’t help but smile as I read: 

xxx-xxx-xxxx here’s my digits teach, give me a call when you need that hot ass of yours filled with yours truly ;) - James.

I made sure to grip the paper tight as I put on the jockstrap, and I hoped against hope as I leaned against the lecture room door that no one was out on campus this late. I smiled to myself, remembering James’ promise on the paper he left behind, and I thought to myself I’ll be holding you to that as I thrust open the door and out I went into the night.

End of story.

Author's Note: This is a one-off story idea that with help from @suitedwestend has become I think one of the hottest ones I've ever written. Also, if people would like to see more from Professor Ethan, let me know either by messaging me here, or emailing me at [email protected]. Thank you all for reading and I hope you enjoyed ;)

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[amandahuggenkiss1]

“Damn, bro,” a young guy said as he stood next to me and took off his sweaty tank top. “You do a lot of squats, huh?”

I smiled and ran my towel down my chest.

“Bro?” I asked with a grin. “I’m old enough to be your dad, bro.”

“My Dad doesn’t have an ass like that,” he smiled and didn’t hide the fact that he was again looking at my bare ass.

“Thanks,” I said. “You make an old guy feel good.”

My new friend was still standing there dripping sweat as he held his tank and looked at my body.

“I’d like to make you feel good,” he said looking into my eyes.

We held eye contact as his words registered. I looked around the empty locker room and decided to see how far this flirting would really go.

“You sure you can handle this?” I asked keeping eye contact as I scratched my balls in front of the stud.

He looked down at my balls and then smiled again. He had cute dimples and perfectly straight white teeth that made him even more adorable.

“I know what I’m doing,” the cocky jock said confidently.

“I just showered but could be talked into taking a nice hot steam,” I offered.

“I like to get sweaty,” the kid smiled again. “I’m Ryan,” he said putting out his hand.

“I’m Ethan,” I said shaking his hand. “You ready to go get sweaty?”

Ryan didn’t respond but took off the rest of his clothes and left them in a pile at my locker. I watched as he took off his drenched boxer briefs and let his cock fall out in front of me. He looked up at me now that he was fully naked and gave me a wink before heading off to the sauna. I followed behind him giving the locker room another look to make sure we were alone. We entered the sauna and both took a seat on the bench as our legs touched.

“You like to ride cock, Ethan?” Ryan asked.

“I love riding cock, Ryan,” I replied as I moved my hand over my pecs and down my already-sweaty abs.

“Then what are we waiting for, sexy?” Ryan asked. “Get on this hard pole and let me pound that ass, bro,” he smiled his perfect smile.

I stood and turned toward this confident, young jock as he held the base of his cock so his rod was standing straight up waiting for my hole. I got over his legs and held his shoulders as my cock hit his chest. I slowly squatted down over his dick and felt his cock head touch my hole.

“Oh, fuck,” I said as I pushed myself down on his throbbing boner.

He was inside me and held my waist as I worked his penis all the way deep in my guts.

“That’s it, bro,” he said. “Take that big dick in your tight little hole.”

“Fuck, that feels good,” I said as I began to slide up and down on his rod as I moved my left hand through my hair.

“Damn, dude,” Ryan said. “You’re married?”

“Yeah, is that a problem?” I asked as I fucked myself on his pole.

“No, dude, that’s fucking hot as shit,” Ryan smiled. “You got any sons?”

“Two,” I answered. “One about your age.”

“Dude!” Ryan said excitedly. “You ever fuck around?”

I thought about it for a minute and then said, “yeah, he fucks my ass pretty regularly when he’s back from college.”

“Fuck, I’m so hard right now,” Ryan said as his head fell back for a minute before he looked at me again. “Where does he go to school?”

I told Ryan the name of the college without thinking. “He plays baseball,” I added.

“Are you Matt Morgan’s Dad?” Ryan asked as he now took control and was fucking my hole hard.

“Oh, fuck,” I moaned from both his big dick and the fact he figured out who my son is. “You can’t tell anyone.”

“I won’t, bro,” he said with another smile. “It’s so hot to think of that hotty drilling his Dad’s ass with that big cock of his. I’ve even bottomed for that big fucking dick before.”

I held on tight to Ryan as he kept fucking me. I was so turned on by this information and began stroking my cock as I got fucked.

“You going to shoot your load all over my young muscles, Mr Morgan?” Ryan asked as he leaned forward and licked my nipple.

“Oh, fuck, I’m going to shoot all over you, stud,” I moaned loudly as I leaned in and kissed him.

This sent us both over the edge as he began shooting deep inside me and coating my organs with his creamy young load. I began shooting all over his chest and stomach and pumped more with each thrust inside me.

Our sweat was dripping profusely as I slowly stood and pulled his cock out of my abused ass. I stood and put my hands on my Hips as his cum leaked from me as I looked down at Ryan. He was admiring my load before he stood with his still-hard cock pointing at me.

“Any chance you can come to my place for some more fun?” He asked as he put his hand on my shoulders.

“Don’t fall in love with me now,” I said. “My sons are pretty protective of Dad’s hole.

“I won’t,” Ryan smiled. “I just want to make their handsome Dad feel good a bit longer.”

Ryan pulled me in for a deep, sensual kiss before we got dressed and headed to his place for a few more loads. Thing was, Ryan didn’t tell me he lived with his older brother — a guy I serve on the police force with.

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[twisted-talez]

“Hold there guys,” the photographer ordered, readjusting his camera for the photo shoot.

“You’re hard as a rock,” the nude model straddling me observed, my big cock pressed firmly against his tight hole. “Slide it in me,” he taunted. “Who cares if you’re straight? A hole is a hole.”

I needed the money. I could barely afford my college tuition and books. But when you tossed in beer money and trying to keep up with my fraternity brothers, I was constantly in need of cash. So when I saw a flyer posted on a bulletin board at the campus gym that advertised EASY MONEY in big letters, my interest was piqued.

The fine print on the flyer didn’t seem so bad. A local photographer was looking for male models for “athletic photos,” whatever the fuck that meant. You had to be 18 to 25. Check. You had to be attractive. Check. And you had to be muscular and fit. Check.

I called the number on the flyer, and the deal seemed legit. The photographer offered me $200 bucks for a two-hour photo session. I’d have to strip down and show my body, but my cock would never be exposed. “I do tasteful, black-and-white, nude photos,” he informed me over the phone. “I celebrate the athletic shape of the male body through my work.” I told him I was game and he invited me to his home studio the next day.

The photographer was not what I anticipated when he opened the door. I guess I expected some sissy faggot who just likes taking pictures of hot guys, but this guy didn’t seem that. He was tall and muscular. Definitely over fifty. He looked like a retired football coach. But the pink, leopard-print sofa in his living room told me he was definitely a gay dude.

“You’ve got the look I like,” the photographer said while inspecting me up and down. “Let’s get you upstairs in my studio and see what you’ve got.” Two minutes later I was upstairs and removing my clothes for him.

“Yes, you will work quite well,” he assured me. “You’ve got great definition, which shows up nicely in black and white. And I’m glad you’re a bit hairy. Too many guys your age shave their bodies. I want my men to look like men.”

Then looking down at my cock, he exclaimed, “Fuck, you’re hung. You straight?” When I nodded yes, he chuckled and said, “I bet the bitches love getting fucked by that piece of meat.” I felt certain he would also love it, so I kept my mouth shut.

The photo shoot itself was pretty easy. As the photographer promised, my cock was covered the entire time, or my body was angled so you couldn’t see my junk in the photo. He put me through a variety of poses and backdrops. “You’re a natural,” he told me. “The camera loves you.”

What I loved was the $200 bucks he handed me at the end of the session. “So when can I come back?” I asked eagerly. “Next week?”

He laughed at my eagerness and said no, that he might not need me for another month. I was disappointed and told him I needed more money.

“Well,” the photographer began with some hesitation. “I do have another project on which I’m working.” He then pulled out a portfolio containing black and white photos of guys fucking.

“Porn?” I asked incredulously. “No fucking way. I’m not doing gay porn,” I protested.

The photographer raised his hand to stop me. “It isn’t pornography,” he insisted. “This is erotica. Look closely at the photos. You can’t see if the men are actually fucking. It’s all simulated. The suggestion of sex can be more powerful than seeing the act itself.”

Real or not, I still had no interest in doing erotica or whatever the fuck he called it. It was gay porn to me. I turned to leave, saying, “No thanks.”

But before I was out the door, the photographer called out, “It pays $500 for two hours work.”

I stopped dead in my tracks. “Okay. I’ll do it. But I’m NOT sticking my dick in some guy. It’s all pretend, right?”

He nodded in agreement. “Come back tomorrow. 2 pm,” he instructed. “You’ll be with Eros. $500 bucks.”

Eros was already upstairs in the studio when I arrived the next day. I was relieved to find he also looked masculine, but his sexuality was unquestionable when he got a look at my cock and said, “Damn, you’re hung. I wish you were gonna fuck me for real. Would love to have that up my ass.”

His candor embarrassed me, and I instinctively covered my cock with my hand. “I’m sorry,” he apologized. “The photographer told me you’re straight. I’ve worked with a lot of straight models before. I promise to be on good behavior.” I was dubious, but thanked him.

The photographer soon arrived upstairs, and began to set up the shots. We began with a series of photos in which Eros simulated sucking me off. It was a little uncomfortable, as Eros had to have his face in my crotch, mere inches from my cock. Most of the photos were taken with Eros kneeling before me with my hands on his head and my head arched back as if he was giving me the best head of my life, even though Eros was really just staring at my pubes. It all seemed a bit cheesy to me, but the photographer seemed happy with the shots.

“Okay—now time for you two to fuck,” the photographer announced. My face turned white as he laughed and said, “Relax. It’s simulated fucking, remember?”

We started with some shots in which Eros was bent over a couch with me pretending to fuck him from behind. Once again, my head was arched back in faux ecstasy. My cock had to be close to his hole, but not touching. That would soon change.

The next shot required us to be on the floor with Eros straddling me. As the photographer prepped the scene, Eros grabbed some lotion from his bag and began to slather his hole and ass crack with it.

“What the fuck is that for?” I demanded.

“To prevent chafing,” he replied. “Your cock is going to be rubbing against me a lot in this next position. Trust me. You’ll thank me for the lotion.”

Sure enough, as Eros promised, my cock had to rub up against his hole in the next series of shots as we simulated intense fucking. It was unavoidable. What was also unavoidable is that I started to get hard. I had no problem staying soft when we had no contact in the earlier shots, but that had changed. And the lotion that Eros slathered all over his ass wasn’t helping things.

“Mmm,” Eros began to moan at the touch of my hard cock against his hole. “It feels to me like the straight guy is getting turned on.”

I wanted to push him off me and bolt out the door, but then I remembered the $500 bucks. I ignored Eros, focused on the money, and tried to zone out as he gyrated against my hard cock through a series of photos.

But my concentration was broken when the photographer announced he was having an issue with his camera. “Hold there guys,” the photographer ordered. “This will only take a moment, and I don’t want you guys to move and fuck up the continuity of the shots.”

I held still, but Eros didn’t. He began to grind hard against my cock, pressing his hole firmly at my cock head. And as much as I wanted to deny it, it felt fucking incredible. I’m not gay. But I dare you to find any guy who could withstand a wet, puckered hole rubbing up against his hard cock without wanting to be inside it. I wanted to be in that hole. And Eros knew it.

“You’re hard as a rock. Slide it in me,” Eros taunted. “Who cares if you’re straight? A hole is a hole.”

I couldn’t take it anymore. As he continued to grind against me, I raised my hips and allowed my big cock to penetrate his ass. Instantly discovering that his tight hole had been breached, Eros took over and began to bare down on my cock. I was soon balls deep inside him.

“Fuck,” he cried out. “Your cock is so fucking big. Damn.”

His outburst soon had the photographer’s attention. “Well, well, well,” he chuckled while licking his lips. “This just got interesting. Keep fucking him,” he directed. “I love when my work has authenticity.”

Not needing any further approval than that, I began to work Eros’s hole while he straddled me. “Kiss,” the photographer ordered, and Eros leaned forward and kissed me. I could hear the photographer’s camera clicking furiously. “Yes,” the photographer roared. “Fuck that faggot’s ass. These photos are going to be fucking awesome.”

Eros began to work in concert with me while he supported himself on his muscular legs. As I raised my hips to go deeper inside him, Eros came down hard on my cock, bobbing up and down. My balls were getting tight.

“You got enough film yet?” I called out urgently to the photographer. “Because I’m about to bust.”

The photographer nodded while calling out, “Yeah, breed that faggot. Give him your load.” I did just as I was told, and soon flooded Eros’s guts.

Eros soon collapsed upon me. We were both sweaty and sticky. He pulled off my cock, and I could feel my load washing out of his hole and covering my cock and balls. As Eros leaned down to lick me clean, the photographer kept snapping away. “I thought you didn’t like to have a cock in your photos,” I remarked.

“Yes,” he admitted. “But these last shots will be for my own spank bank.”

After we had cleaned up and dressed, the photographer handed us our cash for the session. Eros took leave, my load swimming inside him, but the photographer asked me to hang back for a minute.

“You’ve got some real talent,” the photographer complimented. “And I don’t mean just that big cock. You know how to fuck and the camera loves you.” I thanked him, but didn’t know where this was going.

“I have a colleague who produces gay porn films,” he informed me. “I could pass his number along to you.”

“No thanks,” I protested, scrunching up my face. “Fucking Eros was a one-and-done. Sure, it felt good, but I’m not gay.”

The photographer gave a twisted smile. “My boy, you don’t have to be gay to do gay porn. Half of the guys in gay porn are straight. They call it ‘gay for pay,’ you know.”

“How much does it pay?” I inquired, though I still had no interest in doing gay porn.

“Well,” he answered, “you can demand a lot of money with that big cock. Maybe $2,500 a scene.”

And that’s how I became another straight guy with a big dick who makes a living doing gay porn. A hole is a hole, after all. But don’t tell my girlfriend that.

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

[pookiebear856]

[jake6spot]

I watched as my dad and brother took the ornaments off the tree. I sat there and tried to hide my boner, still trying to get used to being naked around them all the time.

"Are you going to help us, Ethan?" Dad turned and asked me.

"Yeah give me a second," I told him turning a little red.

He looked down at my hands and smiled and shook his head. He walked over, hovered over me and put his hands on my knees. He brought his lips to my ear, grazing it for just a second before he whispered.

"Both your brother and I took turns sucking your dick this morning, you don't have to hide it from us. It's going to take you a little bit to get used to this new normal, but I promise there's no reason to hide your dick from us," Dad said and then kissed my cheek. "Now come over and help us take down Christmas."

He grabbed my hands and pulled me to a stand. His eyes wandered up and down my body and his dick had started to grow. I guess seeing me get worked up got him going also.

"Mark," Dad called for my brother. "Let's help your brother get rid of this boner so we can finish cleaning up," he said as he sank to his knees.

My brother smirked as he saw Dad kissing me and sucking on my dick. He scratched his chest and came over and joined my father on his knees. This was the first time I had been over since we had the conversation after my birthday. When I became an adult Dad told me it was time to share our family tradition. Dad was really honest about the things that the adults in this family do together and made me a little nervous at first but I was happy that they could trust me.

I watched as they passed my dick back and forth licking and sucking it, taking turns on my balls. If this was what it was like living at Dad's house, no wonder my brother moved in with him on his 18th. This whole thing was sealing the deal. I think mom would understand I needed to get some time with Dad before leaving for college.

"When do I get to suck on you guys?" I asked my Dad as I got lost in their mouths.

"The first week is about welcoming you into the tradition," he said. "We'll have plenty of time to do all the things you want to try. I promise."

He moved his hands between my legs and his finger brushed my hole. I already told him that I wanted to try that, but he said we needed to ease into it all. That they had to give me time, to make sure that this is what I wanted. That I wouldn't regret any of the things we did. I wondered what it was going to be like meeting up with my uncles, cousins, my grandfather. Dad had five brothers and they each had their share of kids. Did they all join in, did some not?

My brother pulled off my dick and gave me a kiss on my head, smiling up at me. "I'm glad you wanted to try this out, I was nervous you might not want to," Mark said as we looked at each other, Dad kept sucking.

"I love you guys and you know I do whatever you do," I said. He knew very well that I had always followed him around like a little puppy growing up. "I want it to be you when I get fucked for the first time," I told my brother.

"I don't fuck, lil' bro," he told me and paused. I assumed he did that part too with the family and now I felt embarrassed. "I'm going to make love to you. Gonna show you how much your big brother loves you. We can have sex later, but your first time is going to be so much more than that," he said and then took my dick back from my dad.

Dad gripped my balls and rubbed my brother's back as my brother showed me with his mouth how he felt. He had always been kind to me, never cared when I wanted to hang out with him, with our without his friends. It felt so natural between us, that our relationship was only growing. I couldn't wait to return the gesture, show him how much I loved him too.

"I'm gonna..." I sighed, feeling it build.

"Go on, Mark wants it. Let your brother have your cum," Dad said as if it was the most normal thing to say.

I looked down at my brother and watched his mouth move up and down it. He looked up happy with what he was doing. He rubbed my leg with his hand, petting up and down my thigh as if to tell me he cared. I felt my nuts rise up as dad gripped them. The first jet of cum flew out of me and into my big brother's mouth. It wasn't the first load he had swallowed of me today, or even the week.

"That's it, buddy. Get it all out, just relax and enjoy it. You got a whole support system here for you now. You can always count on your family," Dad said as I kept cumming and my brother kept sucking.

His words were too much and perfect at the same time. Knowing that I can always come to them and in turn they would come to me too. That I would never feel frustrated again.

"God." I moaned as I felt my brother drain me.

When I was done he pulled off and kissed the bottom of my dick. He stood up and I felt his hard dick brush against me as he gave me a big tender kiss. The first one of those with him. I melted, completely lost in my brother's mouth. Dad stood and kissed me the same way. I was done for, I knew at that moment that I would join the tradition. That there was no questioning it now, this was what I wanted.

[ringsizematters]

[twisted-talez]

“Congrats, man,” I offered as we headed out to play eighteen holes. “Golf and cigars are in order. I heard you popped the question last night, and that Lisa said yes!”

“Thanks, bro,” he shrugged with a puff of smoke. “But I’m regretting it now.”

“Aww. Don’t say that, man,” I scolded. “It’s only natural to have cold feet. Lisa is a total catch.”

“I know. It’s not that,” he replied, taking a drag. “Now that we’re engaged, she wants to have a ‘second virginity.’ Can you fucking believe it?”

“Second virginity?” I scoffed. “What the fuck is that?!”

“It means no more sex until the wedding,” he explained. “No fucking. No blow jobs. No hand jobs. Nothing. She wants to feel ‘pure’ again when she walks down the aisle.”

“How long is that gonna be?” I wondered.

“A year. Next June is the wedding,” he informed me. “My balls are gonna fucking pop by then.”

“Uh … I used to bend over for a few frat buds in college,” I admitted. “I’ll gladly be your cum dump for the next year, man.”

“Christ. Are you serious, bro?” he asked. “That would be fucking awesome. I just need an easy, warm hole to dump my load. How about right now?”

“Fuck yeah!” I exclaimed. “But don’t you wanna finish our golf game first?”

“Fuck that, bro,” he dismissed. “I need to drop a load. How ‘bout you bend over for my big cock in the clubhouse sauna?”

“Works for me,” I agreed eyeing his tenting crotch, “as long as you breed my hole.”

“You know it, bro,” he winked. “I’ve got a five-day load for you, and I fucking shoot like a cannon.”

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