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[the-toy-boy]

[philandrist]

[naturalmanishot]

The great beauty 😍 natural man is hot

[theothertrouble]

[whitebriefscowboy]

[bearlingo33]

[daddy-dave-smith]

sexy ass mother fuckr ..... lets fuck

[hairy-and-hunks]

[thats-what-i-like-i-cant-deny]

[sooderso-haj]

😍😍

[bargas]

# chests

[poisonivyfantasy]

🔒

[jacklocked]

STUD! Keeping working out at the gym, keep caged!

[domcub4subdaddy]

You can't ever make assumptions. No matter how big and studly a man looks, he could have a micro penis, or his huge schlong could be all caged up. He could enjoy getting split open and ravaged by the more feminine owners of penises, or he could get off on being objectified and exposed, paraded around like a prize-winning semen pumper.

Appearances mean nothing, and have no bearing on what makes them orgasm in the most horny and satisfying way.

[itsadaddyissue]

[gc8118]

What would your wife say if she saw you now, performing for some horny skinny 19 year old like a cheap stripper, your straight cock that produced four sons (the eldest older than this fag who’s giving you orders) hard and leaking? Show him that cock. Show him how hard he makes you. What was that he called you? A faggot bitch. A slut. Worthless. Pathetic.

Why do his words make you leak more?

Why when he slaps your cock, just once, do you shoot harder than you ever have?

[iskratato4]

[twisted-talez]

“Fuuuuck,” I exhaled slowly, my head tipping back in ecstasy, his hand bracing against my chest as my big cock exploded in his mouth. I’d never let a dude go down on me before—never would have even considered it. But I was loving it. How the fuck did this happen?

It had been a rough year. I had knocked up a girl on our third date. That’s what I get for spurning condoms. In my defense, she told me she was on the pill—allegedly. As soon as she saw the two pink lines on the pee stick, she knew she wanted to keep the baby. Having grown up with an absent dad, I wasn’t going to do that to my own kid. So I did the honorable thing and married her, even though I was not ready to be done with sowing my wild oats at a mere 22 years old. 

She had a difficult pregnancy, so sex went out the window almost immediately. I thought things would change once the baby came, but I was deluded. First she was too sore to fuck, then too tired after taking care of the baby all day. I was condemned to a life of rubbing one out in the shower each morning, watching my load circling down the drain—my sex life with it. 

To add insult to injury, money was tight. My day job wasn’t paying our bills, so I started working for Grubhub at night for extra cash. I enjoyed getting out of the house, a break from my wife and the baby. And I really liked all the people that I met, delivering everything from smoothies to burgers to pricey lobster dinners. 

That’s how I met Martin. He had ordered a bowl of pozole from Mamacita, an authentic Mexican place across town. He had opted for hand delivery, so I rang the doorbell with his warm soup packed up carefully for him.

“I’ve got a Grubhub delivery for Martin,” I announced as the door opened. 

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he blurted out upon seeing me, his eyes traversing my face to my crotch in under a second. “Jesus—I’m sorry. That was rude. I can never keep my stupid mouth shut.”

“It’s—it’s really okay,” I assured him, not wanting him to give me a low star rating, though I was a bit embarrassed. I was used to gay guys ogling me covertly at the gym, but I’d never had a guy openly compliment my looks. And even though I wasn’t gay, I had to admit it felt good to be noticed. 

“Do you want to come inside for a drink?” Martin offered, while taking his delivery from me. “Or some of this soup? It’s really good, and I can never eat it all.”

“No thanks. I—uh—” 

But before I could finish, he noticed my wedding band and immediately blurted out, “Oh, Jesus—you’re married, and I’m betting to a woman.”

“Yeah,” I affirmed. 

“I’m such a fucking idiot,” he lamented, smacking his palm to his forehead. “Why am I always attracted to straight guys?!”

I shrugged, not knowing what to say. Objectively, he was a handsome guy. It didn’t make me gay to admit that. He looked to be a few years older than me, and had an athletic body. He seemed to be someone I would be friends with outside of a food delivery transaction. But he also seemed lonely, and I could relate to that. I was married with a kid, but had never felt so lonely in all my life.

And I think he sensed that in me. 

“You—you sure you can’t come inside for a few minutes?” Martin offered again, his eyes pleading with me. 

“I really can’t—” I began to protest. 

“I’m like totally down to suck you off,” he interrupted with a brazen offer. “No strings. Just some easy head for you. Dump and go.”

Christ. What had I gotten myself into?

“I really can’t stay,” I backed away, making a beeline for my car in his driveway. 

“Come back anytime,” he called to me as I slid into the driver seat. “My offer stands.”

I drove around for an hour after that, not accepting any more delivery orders. My mind was reeling. I’d never been propositioned by a guy before. One part of me was offended, and yet another part was flattered. But mostly—I was interested. 

A no-strings blow job, he had promised. Dump and go. I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that my big cock stirred at the thought. Other than my right hand, my cock had seen no action in over a year. My mind was made up. 

“I was hoping you’d come back,” Martin smiled upon opening his door to me once more. “Come inside.”

He led me into his living room, and gestured to a plush couch, opposite a large screen TV. The place was nice, far nicer than the shitty apartment I shared with my wife and kid. 

“You want a drink?” Martin offered. “I’ve got a nice bottle of whiskey open.”

“No thanks,” I declined, wanting to keep my wits. 

“You ever done this before?” he prompted, taking a seat next to me on the couch. “Gotten your dick sucked by a guy?”

“Nope,” I shook my head. “I’m kinda nervous.”

“It’s cool,” Martin smiled warmly. “There’s a first time for everything. And I think you’ll like it. I’m told I give killer head.” That sounded promising, but I was still nervous as fuck. 

“I can put on some porn,” he offered, gesturing to the large screen TV. “I’ve got a good selection of straight porn saved in my queue for guys like you.”

“Nah,” I demurred, wondering how many other straight guys like me had been sucked off on his couch. Probably more than I’d prefer to know. I glanced at the cushions for cum stains, but didn’t see any. 

An awkward silence followed. My cock was aching to be sucked, but my brain was telling me to get the fuck out of there. I was getting cold feet rapidly, and Martin could sense it. 

“We can chat some more, if you like. Get to know each other a bit,” he offered. “Or we can just get right to it—get that big cock down my warm throat.”

“Let’s just do it,” I opted, adjusting my swollen cock through my jeans. I was eager to get the deed done before I changed my mind. 

“Take off your shirt,” he ordered, sliding off the couch and positioning himself on the floor between my knees. I duly complied, tossing my shirt onto an adjacent chair. 

“Fuck, you’ve got a hot body,” Martin exclaimed, licking his lips as he ran his hands over my chest. “And I love that you’re hairy. Looks like you keep it clipped rather short?”

“Yeah,” I nodded. “My wife doesn’t like me to get too hairy.”

“Bitches,” he laughed. “They have no clue that fur is sexy on a man.”

Martin then ran his hand along my bulging crotch, tracing the outline of my swollen cock. “Damn, bro,” he exclaimed. “You’re hard as a rock. When did you last bust a nut?”

“This morning—in the shower,” I replied sheepishly. “But don’t worry, I always shoot a big load.”

“Mmmm,” Martin purred, undoing my jeans. “I fucking love a big load.”

My rock hard cock erupted from my pants, nearly smacking Martin in the eye as he unzipped me and pulled my pants down around my ankles. Purple and dripping precum, my dick was ready for action. 

“Christ, you’re hung,” he gasped, drooling over my endowment. “You’re what, like eight or nine inches?”

“Nine inches,” I confirmed unabashedly. “It’s a real pussy splitter.”

“I can tell,” Martin acknowledged, diving into it, ravenously licking my big dick over and over from balls to tip like a popsicle, my precum running down the side. 

Fuck, it felt amazing. 

“That feel good?” Martin paused, saliva stringing from the tip of my cock to his lips. 

“Fucking amazing,” I acknowledged, the stress of life melting from my body. 

“You ain’t seen nothing yet,” he winked before swallowing my whole cock, taking the entire length of my veiny shaft down his throat in a single gulp, my hairy balls pressed against his chin. 

“FUCK,” I cried out, having never been deep throated all the way before. Most girls who had even attempted to suck me usually only managed to swallow the first few inches of my big one before raking my shaft with their teeth, abruptly ending the encounter. 

Martin went straight to work, bobbing up and down on my cock with a steady rhythm, eerily familiar to the pace I employ when I’m dipping my stick or jacking off. Jesus, he knew how to suck a dick. Instinctively, my arms moved up behind my head and rested on the back of the couch. My only goal was to enjoy the sheer bliss of his talent—and the dude had talent in spades. 

With one arm stroking my hairy chest, teasing my nips on and off, his other hand moved to my balls. Massaging and tugging lightly on my round, ripe beauties, I knew he was going to work a big load out of me. 

“Fuck you’re good,” I moaned, my shaft slipping back and forth between his supple lips, my cock head battering his tonsils.

“I’m glad you like it,” he cooed, coming up for a brief breath of air, drool and precum glistening on his chin. “I fucking love sucking a big dick—and you’ve definitely got a big one.”

My cock was loving his warm throat. I couldn’t imagine his service could get any better—until it did. Locking his lips tightly around my shaft, he gripped my cock and began to bob up and down rapidly on my cock, essentially jerking me with his mouth. It was incredibly intense, a sensation beyond belief. And my aching balls were responding. 

I tried to hold back, really I did. But I couldn’t resist the pressure mounting in my balls, rising in my shaft. A wave of pleasure coursed through my cock and ricocheted through my body, my load imminent. I couldn’t take it anymore. 

“I’m about to bust,” I announced urgently, Martin increasing his pace, bringing me closer and closer to climax.  “You want to me to shoot in your mouth? You want to eat my load?”

“Mmm hmm,” Martin nodded, not once taking his lips off my throbbing cock. There was no turning back. I was rounding third and headed to home plate. 

“Fuuuuck,” I exhaled slowly, my head tipping back in ecstasy, Martin’s hand bracing against my chest as my big cock exploded in his mouth. My body shook uncontrollably as shot after shot of my thick load went careening down his eager throat. With his eyes looking up at me like a supplicant, Martin swallowed every last drop until my balls were empty.

I slowly went soft in his mouth as he worked his tongue along the diminishing girth of my shaft, licking it clean. Finally releasing me, he cleaned my balls with his tongue, and gave a final suck to the tip of my cock, pulling that one last drop of cum out of me. 

“Holy fuck,” I exclaimed in gratitude. “You are fucking amazing.”

“Thanks,” he smiled, wiping his cummy lips with the back of his hand. “You’ve got a great cock. You’re welcome to feed me a load anytime you need it.”

I thanked Martin, as I rose to my feet, weak in the knees as I pulled up my jeans and stuffed my spent cock back into them. My brain felt fuzzy, following possibly the best orgasm of my life. 

Martin and I made small talk as I pulled on my shirt and put myself back in order. I assured him that I would return for more of his cock worship—soon, I promised. 

“You know—you’re more than welcome to fuck my ass with that big thing the next time you return,” Martin offered as he saw me to the door. “I’ve got a tight cunt, and I’m known to be a power bottom. You’ll love my hole.”

I thanked him, but made no promises about fucking him. I wasn’t sure if that was a bridge I was ready to cross. A good blow job was all I needed. 

But I thought about his offer that night while in bed, my wife snoring by my side, my kid sleeping in the next room. I would be kidding myself if I denied wanting to fuck Martin up the ass with my big dick, seeding his tight cunt. I had heard that ass feels really good—even better than pussy. And, hey, it’s not like the guy can get pregnant. 

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

From the Twisted-Talez Vault 🔓

[boooradleysatx]

[guyswithgun]

[rex-king-silver]

[twisted-talez]

“Uncle Randy?!” I exclaimed upon coming home from work and finding my hunky uncle soaking in my bathtub, tipping back a beer. As always, he looked manly as fuck, his muscled, inked body covered in a thin veneer of soap suds. “Why are you in here, Randy?” I demanded. “Shit. Did Aunt Margy kick you out again?”

“Yeah,” he shrugged sheepishly, placing the beer bottle on the side of the tub. “Your dad said I can crash with you guys until she takes me back.”

“Fuck. What happened this time?” I asked.

“I dunno,” he demurred. “She thinks I drink too much. We got in a big fight about it.”

“Wait a minute—are you drinking my beer?” I accused.

“Yeah, sorry,” he apologized feebly, taking another sip. “Your dad said to help myself. I’ll pay you back.”

“It’s fine. Forget about it,” I dismissed. 

“You bunking in my room or the living room couch?”

“I was hoping your room. I’ve got a five-day load in these balls,” he announced, widening his legs to give me a peek at his thick eight-incher and his hairy balls, buoyed by the warm bath water.

“Okay. Finish your bath,” I directed. “I’ll be ass up on the bed, the way you like me.”

“Thanks, boy,” he smiled. “You’ve always been my favorite nephew.”

“Yeah, no shit,” I laughed as I retreated to my room and began to strip down naked. “You just like fuckin’ my ass.”

A few years earlier, Randy had taken me fishing on my eighteenth birthday. And though we didn’t catch a single fish that momentous day, we did return home with three of his loads up my ass. Thus, it was no mystery as to why I was his favorite nephew. 

“You ready for me?” he called out from the bathroom. 

“Yeah,” I shouted back, slathering my hole with lube before bending over the edge of the bed. “Ready when you are.”

I could hear Randy standing up in the bathtub, the water sluicing off his muscular body. One foot, and then the other, hit the tile floor. He didn’t even bother with a towel, his hairy body dripping water as he entered my bedroom. 

“Fuck yeah,” he growled lowly at the sight of me. “That tight cunt is just what I need right now.”

I looked back over my shoulder as Randy gripped his big dick in his fist, aiming for my available hole. I could feel the rounded tip of his cock as he initiated penetration and then—BAM—my uncle was inside me. 

“FUCK,” I yelped at the sudden assault to my bowels. Though I had bent over for his big cock more times than I could count, his massive girth always took me by surprise. “Christ, you’re hung,” I winced, trying to adjust. 

“You know you love it,” Randy slapped me upon the ass with his open palm before grabbing me by the hips and unleashing a fury on my ass. 

When it came to fucking, my uncle was not the slow-and-steady type. Randy liked to fuck like a jackrabbit, pummeling my hole at a violent pace. I fucking loved it. 

“You get any dick lately?” he asked, pounding me voraciously. 

“Yeah,” I replied, gripping the bedsheet. “I went down to that truck stop yesterday—the one out past Route 84.”

“Yeah? You take some trucker cock,” Randy asked, his cock growing even more rigid in me at the thought of my debauchery. 

“Sure did,” I nodded, my quivering cunt straining from his assault, his balls smacking up against my ass rhythmically. “This one trucker snuck me into the open showers and six guys took turns dumping their loads in me.”

“Christ, that’s hot,” Randy slapped my ass again. “You need to take me down there with you next time.”

The thought of breeding my hole with a bunch of über-masculine guys like him was too much for Randy. I could feel his cock swelling inside of me, his balls beginning to throb. I knew he was about to bust. 

“Fuck, boy—here it comes,” he barked urgently. “OH FUCK—OH SHIT.”

A blast of cum ejected into my fuck canal, Randy’s cock pulsing repeatedly as his load flooded my guts. “Yeah, boy. Take my fuckin’ load,” he growled, his balls giving up the last of his seed. 

“Uncle Randy?” I asked as he pulled out of me, his thick load dripping from my gaping hole. “Do you pick fights with Aunt Margy on purpose—just so you can crash here, drink beer, and fuck my ass for a few days?”

“No shit, Sherlock,” he laughed, cleaning off his wet cock with my bedsheet. “Now go grab me another beer, and then get your ass back on this bed for me. You’ve got a long night ahead of you.”

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

From the Twisted-Talez Vault 🔓

[hydrattan]

I was feeling agitated and artblocked yesterday so I decided to give my brain a rest by watching TV and then the next thing I knew these were in front of me

[malepulchritude4]

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