"Yeah yeah yeah, you want your body back. I'll think about it after I go to the gym to work out with your mates, one of them will be a suitable new host."
Chris hated seeing his body be posed and flexed in front of him. Ever since that ghost possessed him, he got stuck in a trinket in the locker. Worst part? It kind of turned him on…
"Luckily your friends are all bigger than you, so I'll have plenty options to choose from. If only I had put you in a towel, then you could have watched me pounding your buds."
The locker slammed shut as Chris heard his old body leave. "Oh well! Hopefully I'll remember to return this body to you. Who's to say…"
I’d lost my job and then my boyfriend in roughly a two week period. Then my roommate made me move out when it was apparent I couldn’t keep up my share of the rent. I would have asked my parents, but they had recently moved to a retirement community. So I had to beg my big sister to let me stay “for just a little while.”
So here it is, just a couple weeks later. I’m still looking, but nothing was going my way. On Sunday’s I usually slept in, being the heathen than I am (according to my family). So this Sunday was no different, and I knew my sister was taking the family to church and then afterwards heading to our parents for the afternoon. I was looking forward to an afternoon to myself, so I was a little startled to see my brother-in-law Jake sitting on the couch, reading the paper, with nothing on but a T-shirt.
“What the…?“ I sputtered out as my eyes zeroed in on his gorgeous cock. I always knew he was packing, but damn!
“So here’s the deal,” Jake stated as he put away the paper. “Hey! Eyes up here,” and I swear he was smirking at me as I finally tore my eyes off his mouthwatering piece of meat. “From here on out, as long as you’re under my roof…,” he started and I swear I almost groaned out loud, immediately tuning him out. It sounded too much like the speech Dad gave me when I was 18 and he’d found out I’d been skipping class to suck cock at the local park. I mean, fuck, I’m 29 now, I don’t need him lecturing me on my life or attraction to cock and cum.
“Hey, are you listening to me?”
“Sorry Jake, kinda zoned out there.”
“Well, as I was saying, as long as you’re under my roof, you’re going to help out around here and you’re going to put that smart mouth of yours to use.”
That got my attention. “Really?” I said tentatively. “You mean… well what do you mean?” I asked hopefully.
Jake reached down and started tugging on his cock. “Exactly what you think I mean, now get over here and suck my cock, I’ve got a busy day planned for you.”
I didn’t wait a single second before rushing over to kneel between Jake’s spread legs, putting my nose to his crotch and inhaling deeply. Fuck, he smelled good as I started licking his balls as he slowly stroked his cock. “Fuck yeah,” he moaned as I finally took the glistening head of his cut cock in my mouth. God, he tasted just as good as he smelled.
“That’s right, suck my cock,” Jake encouraged me as I took him deeper into my mouth as his cock grew and expanded. I was determined to give him the best head he’d ever gotten. “Oh FUCK!” Jake bellowed out as I took his whole length deep into my throat, burying my nose in his wiry bush. He grabbed the back of my head and held me there for a second as my throat muscles massaged his turgid prick. I pulled back off and caught my breath and stroked his cock, milking out a steady stream of pre-cum. Jake’s eyes were glassy as he watched me take his cock back into his mouth as I went for my reward. I needed his cum as much as he needed to feed me.
“You gonna swallow? Eat my load?” he groaned out. I didn’t have to say a word but doubled my efforts, savoring the taste and texture of his girthy member. “Yeah, just like that, suck my cock. Fuck such a good cocksucker. Gonna feed you a big load… getting… close… Fuck… OH-SHIT!”
I could feel his cock expand in my mouth and then start pulsing as the first spurts coated my throat. I pulled back so the next spurts were in my mouth and on my tongue. His cum was salty and slightly bitter but so fucking delicious. I continued to suck as his body spasmed and the last few spurts dripped out.
Jake sat there catching his breath, watching me as I cleaned his cock of all the cum, licking up a few of the dribbles that had escaped my mouth and landed in his pubes.
“So here’s the deal…” he grinned at me as I rolled my eyes. “I have a few buddies coming over to watch the game in a little bit, and you’re going to show them the same appreciation you just showed me. And… “ he continued, “you’re going to be taking care of my cock… a lot. Your sister hates sucking my cock and has never swallowed my load.”
I know my eyes went wide and my grin was ear to ear at the thought of getting to suck his cock often.
“And… “ he again continued, “I’ll may want to see what that cute ass of yours feels like.”
I was home for the holidays. Staying with Mom and her new husband Steve. He was younger than her by a few years and I couldn’t believe how lucky she was to land such a hot hunk. Fuck, what I wouldn’t do to see him shirtless, or nude! The best part (or worst if you're lusting after your stepdad) was Steve was a really nice guy. He adored Mom, helped around the house, made nice with my obnoxious Aunt Helen; he was just an all around good guy. Which made me want him even more. Fuck it was going to be a long two weeks before heading back to campus.
My second night home I'd gone out with several friends from high school. Now that we were all legal drinking age we hit all the bars in town! We drank, laughed, and got a little carried away. I'm sure the regular bar patrons were going to be glad when all the "kids" went back to school.
It was pretty late when I got home and I tried being quiet, but I was pretty buzzed and probably wasn’t being too quiet. I stripped out of my clothes, wearing just my boxer briefs as I headed to the hall bathroom to brush my teeth and take a quick shower.
I had just stripped off my briefs, getting ready to turn the shower on, when I heard footsteps coming up the hallway. I turn to see Steve walking towards the bathroom. He’s shirtless, wearing some flimsy athletic shorts, and by the way his bulge was moving, I could tell he wasn’t wearing anything else.
“Late night, did you have some fun?” Steve ask as he leaned against the doorframe and grinned at me. His shirtless torso was even hotter than I imagined, and I was just tipsy enough to let my eyes roam over his body, taking in the sight of his hairy chest, round shoulders, fuck and those pecs and biceps. Oh Fuck, both his nipples were pierced! I’m standing there, forgetting I’m nude and my cock starts to pulse and I’m half hard in just seconds. I could see his cock pushing against the fabric of his shorts. I looked Steve in the eye quickly as I took a step forward and dropped to my knees in front of him. He just smiled. I didn’t wait for permission and took a hold of his cock, feeling the turgid member as it continue to grow. I was about to pull his shorts down when Steve stopped me.
My first thought was “Oh shit! I fucked up,” but he quietly said “let’s move this downstairs.” He turned and headed toward the stairs to the basement, his Man Cave. I quickly picked up my briefs and followed him down the stairs, my cock now at full mast bobbing and swaying as I watched those glorious ass cheeks move in his shorts.
As soon as we were downstairs, Steve plopped down in his favorite recliner and just looked at me, eyes running up and down my body. My eyes were doing the same to him before he snapped me back by a quiet question, “Well?”
I moved forward, enjoying the view, before I dropped to my knees and then running my hands up his thighs, slowly massaging them as my hands slid higher up his legs, under the hem of his shorts. His cock was now pushing out the material, almost at full mast, my mouth watering at the sight. “Fuck boy, get to it,” he growled at me with a wicked grin on his face.
I needed no further urging as I grabbed the waistband. Steve lifted his hips to allow me to pull them down and off his legs. His cock gave an audible smack against his tight stomach once free from his shorts. I marveled at his large, hard cock. It was about 8 inches, thick, with a perfectly shaped mushroom head. The tip was wet and a drop of pre-cum was oozing from the large piss slit. His bush was full and his balls hung low between his spread legs. “We don’t have all night for you to stare at my cock and I really need that warm mouth of yours on me now.”
I didn’t waste anymore time and popped the head into my mouth. We both moaned as I sucked in all of his leaking juice and tongued his piss slit. Fuck he tasted amazing. I felt his hand on the back of my head and looked up to see him staring at me, mouth open, as he watched me take more of his cock in. My spit was getting him slick and each downward motion had more of his cock in my mouth and eventually down my throat.
“Holy FUCK,” he bellowed out as I buried my nose in his pubes, taking his full length deep into my gullet. “Oh yeah boy, suck that cock, damn your good!”
I did as he requested and really went to town on his meat. With one hand I played with his balls, while the other reached up and lightly twisted one nipple then the other, feeling the piercings. This made his cock go even harder, and was pushing him over the edge. “Fuck boy, gonna fill you mouth, you’re swallow all of my load… every last drop of my spunk… Fucking Hell… cumming!”
I could feel Steve’s balls pull up tight as the first spurts hit the back of my throat. I pull off of his cock a little so the remaining salvo filled my mouth to almost overflowing. I swallowed several times to keep up with the amount of his jizz that filled my mouth. I loved the feel of his cock as it spasmed while I held onto it firmly with my lips. I kept him in my mouth as Steve moaned out obscenities and his body and cock jerked, releasing the last of his load for me to savor. I knew I was going to crave more of his bitter salty seed in the near future.
“Fucking hell boy, you suck a mean dick. I haven’t bust a nut like that in ages,” he said almost breathlessly. “Fuck… that was awesome.”
“You’ve got a great cock. You know… if you… you know… wanna… maybe,” I stammered as my face turned beet red.
Steve cracked a smile then laughed a little. “Hell yeah I wanna do that again… and as fucking often as we can. But for now I’d better get back upstairs before your mom notices I’ve been gone.”
Steve stuffed his cock away and headed towards the stairs. I remained on my knees watching him go, wondering if this was a dream. He turned and smiled at me before heading up the stairs. I stayed there for a moment and then made my way upstairs as well, finally getting my shower, then heading to bed.
In the morning I headed towards the kitchen, wondering if Steve was freaked out by having his stepson suck him off. I could hear Mom and him talking as I approached, it sounded like they were discussing the errands they needed to run. As I entered Steve was making a suggestion, “I’ll go to the grocery and then I need to run a couple other errands.” He looks at me as I enter, “And Carter can come with me, he said he needed a little help with some gifts.”
“Yeah, sure,” I said trying not to sound completely caught off guard. I wasn’t sure what he was up to, but I’d never mentioned anything about needing some help. Steve gave me a devilish grin and slapped an arm around my shoulders and pulled me close.
Mom of course beamed at the two of us. “Oh how nice, I’m glad you two are getting on so well,” she looked like she was about ready to cry.
Steve turned to me saying “Let’s head out in half hour, okay?”
“Sure, just gotta wash up a little, I showered late last night.”
“Great, I’m gonna go get ready myself,” he stated as he pulled away and headed toward their room.
20 minutes later we were saying bye to Mom and heading out the door. I couldn’t help but notice Steve was wearing a pair of grey sweat pants, and I was positive he was going commando. I was a little anxious and hopeful, and my cock was getting a semi as I climbed into his big truck.
“I’ve given us a few hours,” he said quietly as he looked at me with his devilish grin while he backed out of the driveway. “First, why don’t you pull out my cock and get to sucking, I’ve got another load to feed you.”
I sucked him off in the car and then again in the grocery store bathroom. After that, we stopped at a friend of his to watch a little football with his buddies. There were 4 guys there when we arrived, nice looking, mid-30’s to 50’s. After we’d been there for a few minutes, drinking our first beer, while I’m surreptitiously looking at each guy wondering what their cocks looked and tasted like. I guess I wasn’t that subtle as Steve pulled me aside. “Gonna take me a little to recharge the pipes, but if you’re interested these guys would love to feed that mouth of yours.”
I suppose I should be embarrassed, but a shit-eating grin appeared on my face and Steve just laugh. “I figured you’d be interested.”
I spent the next couple hours sucking, moving from one guy to the next in the living room. I took at least two loads from each of them, with Hank and Chris feeding me four loads. Before we left the guys all got my contact info so they could text me anytime they wanted some relief.
Matt and Brian were 8 years older than me and they had been best buds since I could remember. Brian hung out at our house so often he was just like another brother. He and Matt never treated me like the nuisance little kid brother I probably was. They’d have a camp out in the back yard and let me spend some of the evening with them. Or watching a movie, as long as mom approved of the movie, I’d hang out on in the basement with them. There were many times I feel asleep and would wake up with my head in Brian’s lap. They also recognized my interest in guys. One time at the local pool we were getting changed and I was watching them so closely as they took off their underwear. Matt nudged me and quietly said “Mark, you’re staring again” I was embarrased, but he gave me a gentle smile when I finally looked at his face. I blushed some more, and Brian added “That’s okay when it’s just us, but you can’t be doing that with other guys, they might not take it the same way.” I had such a crush on Matt after that.
From that day forward I was often in the room when they were changing and watching their growing bodies as they got older. I loved the way they looked and wanted to be jocks just like them. I don’t think I was going to be as tall as them, but I could be just as fit.
By the time I entered high school, I was a good swimmer, with broad shoulders and a small waist. I grew to 5-10, just a couple inches short of them. Brian was 6 ft, and a ginger. I loved looking at his bush whenever he stripped off his clothes. Matt was the same height but with darker features, dark hair and eyes. He had a five o’clock shadow by noon. I idolized the two of them but they never let it get out of hand.
Brian got married when I was 16, Matt was his best man and I was one of the groomsmen. I was very happy for him, but secretly hoped it wouldn’t stop us from being close, or stop my chances of seeing his cock.
Things changed of course. Matt took a job in Chicago and Brian and Jenny were being newlyweds. Brian would occasionally call and take me to a Pacers or Colts game, just the two of us, but it wasn’t the same. I tried to sneak peeks at his junk in the men’s room, and if no one was around I think he let me catch a glimpse on purpose. He’d finish peeing and would turn and talk to me as he shook off the last drops.
I was 21, living at home while going to the local college, when Brian and Jenny started having problems, he started coming around more often, getting advice from my dad and mom. Mom & Dad privately agreed that Jenny was the problem. When things got worse for them, Mom offered Brian Matt’s old room. I was pretty stoked having Brian with us, with the added bonus that we’d be sharing a bathroom. I’d hoped things wouldn’t be awkward, back to way things were when I was younger, and I’d get to see him naked.
The bathroom we’d be sharing was one of those Jack and Jill style, private for us, with access only from our two bedrooms. From my place at my desk I could see through the bathroom and into Matt’s room. Matt usually kept the door open and I got to see him naked many times, I was hoping Brian would do the same.
I heard Brian enter Matt’s old room and drop a bunch of stuff on the bed. I watched as he moved around his room, putting things away, he’d come into view near the bed, but I lost sight of him when he moved to the closet or the dresser. He noticed me, and I’m sure he noticed I was watching him. “How’s it going Mark?” He asked as he still moved around his room
“Good, working on a final project.” After putting a few more things away he came to my doorway and just stood there, looking at me. I must have blushed. It was like he was just noticing me for the first time.
“I’ve gotten a little sweaty, going to take a shower” he announced as he still stood there looking at me. He first kicked off his shoes and pulled off his socks while leaning on my door frame. Then his shirt came off, I completely forgot what I was doing, I just sat there, mouth open, looking him up and down, devouring him with my eyes.
He still hadn’t moved from my doorway. He wanted me to watch, he was being very purposeful in what he was doing. He next stuck his thumbs into the waistband of his athletic shorts, and slowly started to push them down. He was going agonizingly slow as I watch more of his skin exposed, then the top of his red bush. He stopped there for a second and just looked at me. I’d look him in the eyes for a second, then back at his crotch. I felt like it had been ages since I’d seen his prick.
He stayed like that for what seemed like an eternity, then he finally pushed them off his hips and they fell to his feet. I marveled at his exposed cock and low hanging balls and watched as he did what all guys do after taking off their underwear; tugging and pulling on his prick and balls, freeing them to the air. I couldn’t do anything but grin as I watched. He stood there for a minute or two, not saying a word, before he move toward the shower and turned it on. I got a good view of his round bubble butt now, with its light dusting of red hairs and the very furry crack between his cheeks. I wondered for the umpteenth time what he would taste like; his balls, his cock, his ass, his cum.
He turned back from the shower and again looked at me. I noticed his cock seemed a little plumper and slightly elevated from his crotch. My prick was rock-hard in my jeans. Then he did the unthinkable, he held out his hand to me and said “Let’s take a shower”
I blinked a couple times wondering if I heard him correctly and all he did was motion me with his hands to “come on”. I almost came right then. I stood up quickly and just as quickly stripped off my clothes. I didn’t want to look over eager but wasn’t going to give him time to reconsider. Once naked, my hard cock pointing to the sky, I took his hand and he lead me to the big walk in shower.
I stepped in first and Brian followed me in. He took my shoulders and turned me into the shower spray “Get your hair wet” he said while getting some shampoo from the bottle. I did as told and then I felt the most amazing thing, Brian’s hands on my head, washing my hair and massaging my scalp. I was melting right there. My cock was fully erect and I wondered if this contact was having the same effect on Brian.
“Rinse” he said as he pushed my head down a little and into the spray. I could sense Brian was close behind me, and I was tempted to step back into him to see if I could make body contact. But then I felt his warm breath on my ear and a gentle kiss and nibble on my earlobe, followed by his chest against my back and finally his erect dick nestled into the crack of my ass. I shuddered in delight as he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me back into him. “Damn Mark, you feel so nice” he whispered into my ear.
Brian turned us so he was now in the spray and his back was to me. Brian quickly washed his hair as I marveled at his backside, wondering what I should do, if I could run my hands over his body or wrap my arms around him. Before I made a move, Brian was rinsing his hair and then quickly turned off the water. He turned to face me and for the very first time I got to see his fully erect cock. I let a low moan and wondered if this was all a dream.
“Let’s take this to the bed” Brian whispered in my ear. All I could do was nod in agreement.
We got out of the shower and I grabbed a towel from the rack. Brian grabbed the other, but instead of drying himself off, he started rubbing all over my back, then turning me so we faced each other. God, he was so handsome, his body magnificent, and his dick, just perfect and it was fully hard, curved and pointing to the sky. He was drying my front and I decided to do the same to him.
Once dry and the towels dropped, we stood there looking at each other. I looked him in the eye as he moved closer, his hands now on my waist, pulling me in even closer so now our hard cocks bumped into each other. He then tilted his head slightly, I almost gasped, I couldn’t believe his was moving in for a kiss. I almost passed out when his lips touched mine. Soft at first, gentle, then his tongue came forward, pushing into my mouth. I was surprised I didn’t cum right on the spot. One hand came to the back of my head while the other came around my back, pulling me in tight, as we really started kissing. I was melting in his embrace, electricity coursing thorough my body as this hunk, my crush, held me tight, kissed my lips, my cheeks, nibbled on my earlobes and neck.
Next thing I knew, Brian scooped me up and carried me to his bed. “I need to be in you Mark,” he said with a throaty whisper. He pushed my thighs toward my chest, making my ass rise up and exposed my slightly hairy crack to his view. “Fuck,” he moaned as his eyes zeroed in on his target.
“I’ve only…,” I started before he cut me off.
“I’ve never, but have thought about you, your body, your ass for a while. I’ll go easy,” he quietly said and then moved in closer to kiss one ass cheek then the other before I felt the tentative flick of his tongue on my pucker.
“Oh…,” I groaned out and his tonge got more insistent, his stubbled chin moving over my sensitive skin as he started to feast on my ass.
“Uh… fu…,” I barely got out as I felt his tongue probe my rosebud, teasing it open as he pushed his face harder into my crack. I grabbed my legs under my knees and pulled then further to my chest, helping to spread my ass further.
Brian finally came up for air, face covered in his own spit, with a dazed look on his face and repeated his earlier request, “I need to be in you Mark.”
All I could do was nod, words were failing me. Matt reached to his nightstand and pulled out a small bottle of lube. He quickly squirted a small glob on my hole and more to his cock. I was still holding my legs as he took started using a couple fingers to spread the lube around, pushing it in to my waiting hole. With his other hand he spread the lube on his cock getting it all nice a slick.
He teased my hole for a minute or two with his fingers, sliding one, then two in, using a twisting motion, getting my hole primed for the next step. Brian looked me in the eye, raised up a little, and aimed his cock toward my entrance.
His eyes went back and forth. Watching my expression, then shifting to watch his cock as the very tip started to push in. There was a little resistence and I pushed out a little and his the head of his raw, engorged cock slipped in, past the outer ring. He quickly looked at my face again, making sure I was okay.
My eyes never left his face, watching his expressions. His mouth was in a O as he watched his cock disappear into me, then the grin as he saw how much I was enjoying his stiff prick moving deeping in.
“Holy fuck…,” he groaned out as his pubes finally nestled against my ass. He was now fully impaled in my hole. “Tight, so tight,” he sorta mumbled before he checked with me “Okay?”
“Yeah, fuck me,” I almost begged.
Matt grinned and started to move his hips, slow, short strokes at first, then getting a little stronger and longer. I let go of my legs and wrapped them around his waist, he lowered his body and was now laying fully on me as his hips pushed his cock deep into me. Brian wrapped his arms under me pulling me closer to him as our lips met in a intimate kiss.
I’ve never been fucked like this before, the intimacy, passion, joy was evident in our kisses and the looks he gave me as he searched my eyes. I couldn’t keep the grin off my face as his cock move in and out of my depths. My prick was trapped between us, leaking pre-cum, coating both of our firm stomachs.
“Oh fuck, Mark, you feel so nice. Warm and tight. Fuck…,” as he continued thrusting into me. “Not gonna last much longer,” he right into my ear as he kissed the side of my face and neck.
“Cum in me, Brian, cum in me,” I begged.
Brian’s eyes went wide and I think my request pushed him over the edge. “Oh God, I’m going to cum in you babe, going to fill you up,” He pratically screamed as he thrust in a couple more times. I pushed my stomach into his, mashing my slick to his abs, as I rode his orgasm, pushing me toward my own. Brian watched my face as my eyes went wide and my mouth went into a wide O as my cock erupted between us, spewing multiple squirts of my warm, creamy load.
Brian moved to kiss me again as our orgasms faded, holding me close as I wrapped my arms around him and tried to pull him closer. His cock remained firm as he rocked it slowly, in and out of my tender and slick hole.
“Fuck Mark, that was amazing, you’re amazing,” he told me between kisses. “I love you little guy, probably have for a while,” he quietly said as he kissed my neck and earlobe.
I took his face in my hands and moved him so we were looking into each other’s eyes. I scanned them, making sure I fully understood what he was saying. I just grinned at him and pushed my ass back onto his still firm cock. “I’ve love you for a long time Brian,” and we meet in a deep passionate kiss as he started pushing in and out, his cock growing to a steel rod inside me.
Brian and I made love all afternoon long before he asked if I wanted to go on a date. “Seems like we put things in the wrong order, but I think we need a break from the bed, before we break the bed,” he said with a wicked grin.
I looked at my phone and checked the address again then clicked the button on the intercom. The door buzzed open and I stepped inside. The lobby was small with a single elevator to the left and a staircase going around it. Taking the stairs, I climbed up to the second floor and saw a door that was a bit open. There was no way back anymore.
I knocked on the door and pushed it open. Inside there was a tall, fit guy walking towards me with a smirky smile on his face. Standing at 6’6” he was towering over my rather average 5’10” frame.
“Hey, nice to see you”, Andrew grabbed my hand in a firm handshake and hugged me with his other arm. “Ready for tonight?” he whispered into my ear. My heart started beating faster as I felt the warmth and firmness of his body against mine.
***
I met Andrew around a month ago. We had one friend in common and she invited him to go out for drinks with us one night. I walked in the bar back then and immediately noticed a striking a figure sitting at out table — massive broad shoulders and strong arms stretched his black t-shirt. I greeted everyone and as I wanted to introduce myself to Andrew, he stood up and grabbed my hand with his much bigger one. I felt a spark run through my body as I looked up, realising our height difference. So close, he seemed even bigger. He had a handsome face with brown eyes and a charming smile, his dark hair was cut short and he had a light stubble beard. Andrew hold my hand in his tight grip a bit longer than necessary, asserting his dominance in a subtle way.
That evening went on awesome. Andrew was definitely trying to be the heart of the party but he did that with such an ease that it felt natural. He had this charismatic presence that everyone was drawn to. He made jokes, flirted with the girls and kept everyone laughing. A few times we went outside for a smoke and he told more stories about his life. I didn’t remember how we approached that topic but he shared that once on a party in college when he felt asleep some guy tried to undo his pants and jerk him off. But Andrew woke up and made him suck his cock. Later that ‘faggot’ — as Andrew called him — begged to be fucked so much that he actually did it. After listening to that story I had to adjust the growing bulge in my pants and after getting home that night I came twice, scrolling over Andrew’s instagram and imagining him doing to me all the things he did to that college fag. Over the next weeks, we met again a few times and each time it was more of a challenge for me not to stare at Andrew’s bulging muscles.
Once while drinking beer, girls began to praise his physique and Andrew flexed his arms to bring everyone in awe. I didn’t remember how it came to that but the girl started to arm wrestle with him. Everybody laughed because naturally they were not even close to him. Once or twice he let some of them win. But then he put his arm on the table and looked at me, “How about you?” I hesitated. I knew I had no chance against him but everyone was watching, so I went for it. We locked our arms together and I started to push but his arm didn’t even seem to budge. “Try harder”, he whispered. I pushed with all the strength I had but still nothing. Looking at Andrew’s face, he didn’t even seem to be trying. He watched as I struggled, with a shy grin on his face. “Ok, it’s time to finish”, and with a swift motion my hand touched the table. Andrew continued telling some of his stories like nothing happened and nobody seemed to pay any attention to my humiliation. After all it was quite obvious who was going to win. I rubbed my hand and took a sip of beer to calm my heart beating. Under the table my pants were bulging an obvious tent.
Yesterday, I was casually scrolling over grindr, looking up for some hot conversations (to be honest, I was too shy and scared to actually meet up with anyone, so I had no prior experience with men). Suddenly I got a new message notification, “Hey, didn’t expect to see you here”. My heart started beating faster as I scanned the profile of that guy. I immediately recognise his profile picture, although the face was covered with an emoji. It was the same shirtless picture of Andrew standing on the beach with his arms crossed over his chest, which I saw on his instagram profile. I was genuinely scared because I had never told anyone I know about my weird sexual preferences that were listed on my page — domination, muscle worship, humiliation... Before I could come up with a response, I got another message from him, “I notice how you always stare at me when we hang out. How about meeting at my place tomorrow? You wouldn’t be disappointed” and a grinning smile at the end.
I read the message a few times and tried to process what was happening. With trembling hands I typed the answer. I had to delete it a few times, trying to make it sound more natural and not so desperate. “Hi! It’s a surprise for me too. I think I can make it tomorrow”, I checked it again and hit the ‘send’ button. After a few seconds he sent me his address and another message, “See you tomorrow at 8 pm! Don’t even think about jerking off till then”.
***
Andrew let my inside his apartment and offered a drink, pointing to a few different bottles of alcohol on the coffee table.
“Wow, you have a complete mini bar here”, I said trying to sound as casual as possible.
“Yeah, friends always bring something when they come over”
“Fuck, I almost forgot”, I pulled out a bottle of rum from my backpack, “It’s not like I’m with empty hands” I laughed but there was a bit of nervousness in my voice that gave me out.
“Hahah, you deserve a special treatment” he winked at me and took the bottle from my hands. “So you’re a rum guy. How about a rum mixed with ginger ale and lime?”
“Sounds good”
It sounded like a casual conversation of two friends that met to chill out but in reality I was totally freaking out. I put my backpack down and took a seat on the bar stool next to the kitchen island, “Do you need any help?”
“No, I got it” Andrew replied while opening the fridge to grab a lime and ginger ale. After carefully pouring the drinks in tall glasses he cut the lime and squeezed it in, his biceps bulging as he did that. He glanced at me with a cocky smirk, “A little prelude for you” and laughed, while hanging me one of the glasses.
We moved to the couch and Andrew turned on some music. I sat on the opposite side, trying to keep some distance.
“So, you’re into domination and muscle worship?” his eyes locked on mine and I felt a chill run down my spine.
I nodded, not trusting myself to speak.
“Actually, I suspected that you’re a submissive one from the first moment I met you. It’s so easy to read guys like you”. He moved on the couch, getting closer to me and put his arm around my shoulders, “Relax a bit, you shouldn’t worry. I’m not going to hurt you” he squeezed my shoulder.
“Sorry, it’s just… it’s all new for me”.
“It’s ok. I’m gonna guide you,” Andrew raised his opposite arm and flexed his bicep. “You like it, don’t you?” He didn’t need to hear my answer and continued, “Touch it. How it feels?”
I placed my hand on the bulging muscle and felt a rush of excitement. My hand barely able to cover a half of it. “It’s so firm”.
“Hahah, it is. Show me what you have”
I copied him and flexed my arm but it was a far cry from his massive bicep. Andrew easily grabbed it with his single hand and squeezed. “Not bad, boy”. He took my hand and placed it on his crotch. I felt a bulge through the fabric of his shorts. But then he moved it underneath the bottom of his shirt. “Go on, you can explore this body”
I run my fingers over the defined abs covered with hair, while enjoying the strong musk from his warm body. His hands cupped my butt and he started to squeeze it through my pants. As my own hands moved further up together with his shirt, I touched the meaty pecs. Andrew flexed them, letting them bounce up and down under my palms. He pulled his shirt off and threw it to the side of the couch, letting me explore his upper body without any barriers. His chest looked like two massive pillows covered with dark fur. I rubbed my hands over them. His hand touched the back of my head and pushed me right into the valley between those two mountains of muscles. “Take a deep breath”, he whispered. “Feel it”. Thick hairs tickled my smooth face as I inhaled deeply, letting the strong musky scent fill my nostrils. I began to kiss his chest, licking the soft skin. Then I found a nipple and continued working on it. Andrew’s hands were still exploring my butt cheeks, sending strokes through my body every time he squeezed them.
“You’re so hungry, boy”, Andrew said with a note of amusement in his voice.
I looked up at him, probably looking like a puppy, “You’re so hot. I hope you don’t mind”.
“Not at all”, he smiled and raised me up, so our eyes were just a few inches apart. Then suddenly for me his lips touched mine and his tongues slid into my mouth. The world around me melted away. The kiss was soft and gentle but also so overpowering. For the first time I realised that I was at his full mercy. He could do anything he wanted with me and I wouldn’t be able to resist. I felt so helpless but also very safe. I knew, or at least I hoped, that he would never hurt me.
Andrew finally broke the kiss, “I wanna see you naked”.
He pulled off my shirt and let me stand up to take my pants off. It was just a quick moment and I stood there in front of him with my pants lying down on the couch. I hesitated for a moment, our eyes met and his gaze slid down to my briefs, “Completely naked” he added.
And just like that my underwear disappeared in a swift motion. He slowly inspected me with his intense gaze, making me feel fragile and vulnerable. My rock hard five inches pointed to the ceiling. I hadn’t jerked off for three days now. I actually wanted to that yesterday as I received the message from Andrew but he forbade me to do so and I decided to play along, although I most certainly knew that he wouldn’t find out if I didn’t Nevertheless I obeyed and after worshipping his body I was ready to explode any moment.
“Hahah, you’re so horny,” Andrew stood up, towering over me, and pulled his shorts off. He wasn’t wearing any underwear, so his massive tool hang freely between his thighs. “Let’s see something,” he went to the drawer and pulled out a measuring tape. He squated in front of me and his palm encircled my cock. The cold metal touched against the base of my cock and he stretched the tape out to the tip, “Just over five inches” he read aloud. He then handed it to me, “You know what to do”, and he stood out straight.
I hesitated for a moment. “Go on, it doesn’t bite”, Andrew added. I carefully repeated the process with his massive tool. It was still flacid but even in that state it was still bigger than my erect. “Five and a half”, I said looking at the tape in disbelief.
“And not even hard yet”, Andrew chuckled. He enjoyed the humiliation that filled me at that moment. “How about that?” he flexed his bicep again, just a few inches away from my face, “Measure it too”.
I stretched the tape around his arm, pressing one end to the side of his rock hard muscle. “Nineteen,” I said in awe, “Wow, you’re huge”.
“Thanks, but there’s still enough space to progress”
Andrew picked me up under my armpits and in a swift motion threw me over his shoulder like I weighted nothing, “Let’s move to the bedroom”. He headed to the door on the opposite side of the room, pushed it with his foot and when inside threw me on the huge bed. He got on his four and crawled on top of me, his face inches from mine. “Now, I’m gonna finally take care of you” he whispered in my ear. He reached out for a lube on the bedside table, squeezed it on his palm and rubbed it all over his cock.
“Wait, I don’t think I’m ready”, I said, my voice trembling. “I’d never done this before”.
“Don’t worry, I’m gonna go slow”, his hand slid down between my thighs and his fingers touched my butthole, “Relax”. I felt a cold rush of fear as he massaged my hole and then his finger slipped inside. He slowly moved it in and out, then pushed two fingers in. It hurt a bit and I winced. “Easy”, his another hand slide over my torso and stopped on my chest. His fingers continued stretching me out, while I tried to relax and enjoy the moment. Than he took them out and I felt his cock touching my hole. “Ready?” he whispered, leaning over me. I nodded, even though I wasn’t.
His shaft slid into me slowly, the pain filled my body. “No! Stop!” I shouted, my body tensed up, “Please! I can’t”
“Take a deep breath”, he whispered, “and now slowly exhale”. I did so and his cock slipped deeper inside of me. His pubes touched my balls — he was all the way in.
“See, it doesn’t hurt that much, does it?”
“No,” I whispered, although a few tears slid down my face.
Andrew moved his hips slowly pulling out and pushing back in. He was so gentle but it still hurt me. He started moving faster with pain filling my body. I whined and begged him to stop but his hand slid to my neck and he squeezed it slightly, holding me in place. The pace was getting higher, Andrew’s massive chest hang over me, his sweat dropping down on me, tears filled my eyes and I moaned in agony. I felt so helpless, trapped and overwhelmed. “No, I can’t take it anymore”, I cried but he didn’t listen. He kept going, faster and faster. Every time the head of his shaft kicked against my prostate, a wave of pleasure mixed with pain ran through my body. It was a strange sensation that I had never felt before. I lost the filling of time, the whole world around me melted away and all I could fill was HIM. HE was the only one who mattered. HE owned me.
I felt like eternity before he did his final thrust and let out a loud grunt. His cock pulsed inside of me and bursted out, filling me with his hot cum. Shot after shot, I lost the count of them. It felt like my belly was about to explode. Finally it stopped. Without taking his cock out of me, Andrew’s massive body collapsed on top of me, pushing me deep into the mattress. His lips found mine and he started kissing me, his tongue again in my mouth. I struggled with his weight on top of me but I didn’t want that moment to stop. Finally he broke the kiss and rolled off me. His cock slipped out of me, leaving me feeling empty and sore. A few drops of his cum dripped down from my ass.
“That was great”, Andrew’s voice broke the silence in the room. “You enjoyed it?”
“Yes. It was… amazing”, I couldn’t find words to describe what I felt. My whole body felt numb, my cock was flaccid and covered with a bit of sticky cum, and my legs wouldn’t stop shaking. “I never felt anything like that before” I turned to the side, looking at him. Andrew just smiled, holding his hands behind his head, exposing his ripe hairy armpits. I hesitated for a moment, “Is it ok, if I move closer to you?” I felt how my cheeks blushed.
“After all we did?” Andrew chuckled, “Sure”
I crawled closer to him and threw my arm around his massive chest, hugging him and feeling the warmth of his body. I didn’t notice how I drifted off to sleep.
“Dude—what the fuck?” I exclaimed upon coming back to my dorm room after class and finding my roommate Alfie sucking on the condom in which I had fucked some bitch the night before. His pocket pussy was on his bed. “Are you seriously eating my load from the trash?”
“Yeah—sorry,” Alfie admitted feebly. “There’s no sense denying it—I like to swallow your cum and then get myself off with my Fleshlight.”
Alfie wouldn’t have been my choice for a roommate, but we were thrown together by student housing our freshman year. Nerdy and cerebral, he was nothing like me—your average red-blooded jock just looking to fuck as much pussy as I could.
Alfie had some odd habits, like wearing the same blue ballcap and mirrored shades all the time—even to class. He also jacked off obsessively to gay manga porn with his pocket pussy, whereas I preferred to fuck real pussy.
Alfie also liked to watch me fuck the steady stream of bitches who I paraded through our room. I must admit, I kind of liked being watched. I have a big cock, big enough that I could do porn if college didn’t work out.
And so I didn’t mind the first time I was smashing some pussy on my bed, the bitch screaming her head off as I wrecked her cunt with my big one, and I looked over to find Alfie watching, rubbing himself. His eyes only emboldened my performance.
Weirdly, none of the bitches seemed to mind that Alfie would watch us so openly. With my good looks, chiseled body, and huge cock, these sluts would probably let me fuck them in the center of the campus quad in the middle of the day. That’s how desperate they were to get my big cock in their cunts.
If I’m being honest, most of these bitches would let me fuck them without a condom. And, like any guy, I loved the idea of fucking raw dog, busting my nut in a wet cunt, pulling out to admire the cream pie I left behind. But the idea of knocking up some bitch at eighteen scared the shit out of me.
“Always wrap it,” my father advised me when I left for college, giving me a bulk-supply box of Magnums XLs to get me started. “These bitches will tell you they’re on the pill,” Dad warned me. “But don’t believe them. They’re just looking to trap a good-looking guy like you into marriage.”
And so I took his advice to heart, always wrapping my dick when I fucked, shooting my thick load into that reservoir tip instead of seeding the bitch. I just never expected that my roommate Alfie would then eat my loads from the trash like some ravenous gay raccoon.
“That’s fucked up, dude,” I admonished him, catching him red handed, my used condom in his mouth. “That’s gross—it’s fucking trash.”
“One man’s trash is another man’s treasure,” he giggled sadistically, my discarded cum on his tongue. “Finders keepers.”
My first reaction was to march down to the student housing office and demand a new roommate. I shouldn’t have been expected to live with a weirdo who ate my cum out of the trash. But I had to admit, it kind of turned me on. Not only was I god’s gift to women, my big cock a source for their endless pleasure, there was a dude willing to fish my cum out of the trash just to eat it.
And so I let it slide with Alfie. He had flown his freak flag, and I was going to respect it.
“You—you’re not pissed?” he ventured when I backed down.
“Nah,” I dismissed. “Have at it, dude. Enjoy your meal. I guess it’s good to know my swimmers are going to good use, and not dying an agonizing death in a latex prison.”
But I wasn’t done with the matter.
That night, I scooped up another slutty bitch at a fraternity party, dragging her back to my room to fuck her senselessly. Blonde with big tits, I knew Alfie was going to love watching as I plowed her pussy.
Alfie pretended to be asleep when we stumbled into the room, crashing onto my bed, our clothes quickly dumped onto the floor. But I knew that sick fucker was wide awake, eager to watch and then eat my cum from the trash.
“Is your roommate asleep?” the drunk bitch squawked, eyeing Alfie, suspiciously prone on the bed.
“Yeah—just forget he’s there,” I insisted. “He won’t bother us.”
“You can fuck me raw,” the bitch gave me permission as I tore open the Magnum XL with my teeth. “I’m on the pill.”
But I ignored her, sheathing my sword in the anti-pregnancy protection of lubricated latex. Fully armored, I pushed open her legs wider, my meaty hands on her smooth thighs, and plunged into her pussy.
“You’re so fucking big,” she yelped like all the other bitches before her, my cock head smashing against her cervix. Her glitter-coated nails dug into my back.
I looked over at Alfie, already stroking his cock on his bed. Our eyes locked, my devious smiling conveying my ultimate wish for him: This one is for you, dude. Enjoy it.
I returned my attention to the task at hand—destroying the bitch’s cunt. Planking above her, raised up on my muscular arms, my hands pushed into the bed on either side of her enormous tits, I began to pummel her pussy at a brutal pace.
Yeah, I know I’m an asshole when I fuck. But the bitches I fuck aren’t girlfriend material. I’m not expected to make love slowly to them with passion. I don’t have to apologize afterwards for pounding her pussy into a pulpy mess, because I’m never going to see the bitch again. And the truth is, a lot of bitches like that.
“Yeah—fuck my pussy,” this particular bitch begged, my big cock stretching her labia, my pelvic bone rubbing against her nubby clit with each thrust.
I looked over at Alfie. He was watching intently, stroking himself. It seemed sad that he lived vicariously through my nightly fucks, but at least I always promised a good show.
“You like this big cock?” I demanded, enjoying the sight of her big jugs jiggling with each thrust that I delivered inside her. “You like this big cock in your tight cunt?”
A quick point of observation—her pussy wasn’t tight. She was so loose, I would have bet she’d already had a cock or two at the frat party where I found her. And from the viscous cream oozing from her pussy as I pounded her, I was certain my dick was surfing a wave of some other dude’s sloppy seconds. Sluts be sluts.
“Mmm, yeah. Your big dick feels so good inside me,” she moaned, holding on for dear life as I jackhammered her quivering cunt relentlessly. “I’m feeling close,” she warned. “Make me cum.”
I’m ambivalent about the female orgasm. If a bitch cums while I’m fucking her, more power to her. But it’s not my job to get her there. Frankly, I’m doing all the work just to get my nut off. She can worry about her own damn orgasm.
Thankfully, my big cock had done the work for both of us. A feral moan began in her throat. “OH FUCK—OH FUCK,” she screamed, digging her nails into my back harder, her pussy pulsing as I continued to pound her over and over. My own load was imminent.
“FUCK,” I grunted, my cock discharging, a wave of adrenaline surging through my body. I looked over at Alfie, our eyes locked, as I delivered up his future meal.
“Yeah, shoot that load in my pussy,” she begged, obviously forgetting that my swimmers were safely blocked by my latex cum catcher.
When my cock had stopped throbbing, my balls emptied, I pulled out of her. Her cunt was gaping, her labia red and raw following the assault I had delivered.
“Thanks,” I offered halfheartedly, looking down at my spent dick. The condom drooped from the tip of my cock, engorged with my pearly load. It reminded me of a deformed ballon animal.
Snapping off the condom, I handed it to Alfie, his eyes wide with surprise. Deftly, he stuck the open end in his mouth, resting it upon his tongue. Tipping his head back, he swallowed my warm cum, a soft moan escaping his lips as he finished.
“What the fuck?!” the bitch screamed in horror, sitting up in my bed, a witness to Alfie’s creamy meal.
But before I could respond, before I could tell her to mind her own fucking business, Alfie dropped to his knees, the emptied condom still in his hand. Brazenly, he took my spent cock in his mouth, licking me clean—and then sucking me.
“Fuck that feels good,” I exhaled, my head tipping back, my cock hard in his mouth. His warm throat felt better than any head I’d ever received from a girl. “Yeah—suck my dick,” I ordered. “Suck my big fucking dick.”
The bitch—I had nearly forgotten her—scrambled to her feet, yanking on her clothes from the floor. Shoving her feet back into her wedged platforms, she muttered something under her breath about sick fucks and men being pigs. She was soon bolting out the door.
“You two are fucked,” she yelled, slamming the door behind her.
“No—you’re the one who got fucked,” I shouted back, laughing to myself. I guess I should have felt a little sorry for the bitch, but I didn’t really care. I was well on my way to feeding Alfie his second load of the night.
Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.
Hadhad the mask on yet. Sometimes it just gives me that extra thrill to see me like that, look in the mirror, this body under my own face, the edge of the different skintone yet both perfectly real...
After a long year of classes I went back to my parents home to spend the summer before starting my second year in college. After a couple of days of getting back my dad suggested I ask our neighbor, Mr. Wayne, if I can help him out with his house renovation to make a few bucks.
Mr. Wayne is a carpenter and he's been our neighbor for as long as I remember. His kids were slightly older than me and now they all moved out. I wasn't so excited about doing all of this physical work but I could really use some cash.
Next morning I went to his house. He opened the door shirtless, and for a man in his fifties he looked really good.
"Hello sir."
"Been a while since I've seen you. You left for college, no?"
"I did. I'm here for the summer. I was wondering if could do some work for you to help you with your home renovation for a few bucks."
"What can you do?"
"Whatever I'm told to. At least try my best to."
"Good! Start by mowing the lawn then. Mower is in the shed."
He closed the door before I could respond. I mowed the lawn for over an hour and made sure I did a good job. I knocked the door again.
"Are you done?"
"Yes sir."
"Come help me on the garage then."
I followed him to his garage where he had tons of boxes laing around. He had me move a few of them around and throw some out. We ended up working for a few hours and I was getting incredibly tired.
He then laid down on a huge box and took his shoes off. His feet were big and sweaty. He called to me, took out some cash out of his wallet and gave them to me.
"Same time tomorrow."
"Yes sir."
But before I left I wanted to try my luck.
"Are you feeling okay sir?"
"Yeah I'm good. My feet just hurt a bit. Been working for a couple of months on this."
"I can offer you a foot rub. There's still a lot of work to be done but you can use a message."
"Go get the lotion from the bathroom and get to work."
I rushed to get the lotion and I came back to his socks off and his manly feet waiting for me. He started to reads a magazine while I rubbed his feet.
Since he doesn't see my face I start to sniff his feet. They were a bit musky and I enjoyed every second of it. He then realized what i was doing and put the magazine down.
"Are you into feet?"
"I'm sorry-"
"Are you into feet?"
"I am."
He chuckled.
"I know. You've always been a little pervert. I remember. Lick them."
I started to lick them and they tasted just like expected. They were a bit ruff but had a strong woody taste.
He then starts recording with his phone.
"Yeah you foot fag. You wanna be my good little foot worshiper?"
He then grabs the socks had on all day and threw them at me.
"Put them back on you pervert. Don't stop sniffing and licking."
He stopped recording after and got back to reading.
I worship his socked feet for almost 2 hours. His socks got soaked in my saliva and his musk filled my nostrils.
"Go get lost now. Tomorrow same time. Leave the cash I gave you here as well, your getting paid in another way foot fag."
I left the cash and went back home. And while I won't be making money, I'll be living my dream and worshipping the feet of a strong man.
It was a long flight, followed by long drive to arrive to my cousin's house. Every year, my family and I pay him a visit; a chance to see him and have a small vacation near the beach. I've always liked Rafael and I love when we visit him. I always stay with him in his room and I enjoy every minute of looking at his feet.
Thankfully he's always barefoot.
Every visit, I casually give him foot rubs when we're chilling in his room. It's become a natural thing between us, something I made sure of. During my last visit, on my final day, I took a pair of his socks from his laundry basket. He had just taken them off after we'd been out all day. I wanted to keep his scent with me.
Once we arrived, Rafael opened the door for us. My eyes drifted to his bare feet immediately. I had missed them, and I couldn't wait to get my hands on them again.
We all went in to unpack and shower, to relax after the trip. Rafael helped my family settle while I went to his room to clean up. Afterward, we all went outside to sit and catch up. I settled beside Rafael, and a few minutes later he rested one foot on his knee, with his dirty sole facing me, and casually rubbed it with his hand.
He was giving me glances. Small smirks. Just enough to feel off.
We went to our rooms early that night. I followed Rafael to his room, and he headed straight for the shower while I settled in. When he came out, I shifted to the end of the bed to give him space. He sat down and placed his feet in my lap without a word.
"They missed your massages... Did you?"
Something about the way he said it made me hesitate.
"What? I mean... sure, if you want. I don't mind."
"Go ahead then."
He laughed and laid back. I spent around thirty minutes rubbing his feet, enjoying every second of it. His feet were exactly my type; masculine, a bit wide, perfectly symmetrical toes. Just perfect. When I finished, I climbed down to my mattress on the floor beside his bed.
We slept.
I woke the next morning to something pressing against my head. I turned to find Rafael's foot resting on me, heel against my cheek.
For a second I didn't move. The sensation of his foot against my cheek was something I dreamed off for years.
"Oh sorry, forgot you were down there, cousin."
"It's fine. Just be careful next time... What time is it?"
"Time to get up and hit the gym. Come on, let's go. Time to get you some muscles."
The gym was a short drive away. Rafael drove, one hand on the wheel, music low. He didn't talk much. Neither did I.
He trained hard. I followed his lead, working through whatever he suggested. By the end we were both sweaty and ready to be home.
The house was quiet when we got back. Everyone else had gone out.
"Go shower. I'll be on my bed."
I showered, changed, and came back to find him stretched out on the bed scrolling his phone, still in his gym clothes. He looked up.
"Come sit. Do your thing."
I laughed and sat at the end of the bed. He swung his feet into my lap.
I worked through the usual routine, arch, heel, each toe. His feet were warm from the workout. I kept my eyes down and focused on what my hands were doing.
A few minutes in, he spoke.
"Smell them."
"What?"
"You heard me."
"Rafael, what? that's weird, why would I-"
"By any chance do you know where my socks are? The ones from my laundry basket. Last visit."
"What? No, I... why would I-"
"Every visit you offer the massages before I ask. And since you walked through that door yesterday, you've looked at my feet more than you've looked at my face."
"I just... It's not like..."
He said nothing. Just watched me with that same calm expression and a smirk.
"It's fine. You've been good about it. So go ahead, smell them first. Then show me how much you've missed them."
I lowered my head.
The smell hit me before I was even close, sweaty and warm. I closed my eyes and took my time. I couldn't have rushed it even if I wanted to.
Then I pressed my lips to his sole. Once. Then again. My tongue followed without a thought, tracing over his soles. I licked every inch, living a dream I never thought could come true. His soles tasted salty; I could taste the couple of hours at the gym, raw and warm.
Then the doorbell rang. Rafael took his feet off my lap and stood up, smoothing his shirt.
"Come on."
I followed him out of the room and down the stairs. Halfway down he stopped, not turning around.
"Next time I put my feet up, don't wait for me to ask."
I didn't mind at first when my husband started having the college wrestling team over. As their coach he used the opportunity to have the team bond in a safe environment. While I cooked them meals and brought them drinks.
Though the team captain, Brad, made me feel uneasy. It felt like he was giving me looks and I couldn't tell what he was thinking.
Then one day when the team stopped by on the way to get dinner to celebrate a win. Brad announced he felt unwell and asked if I'd mind if he stayed behind. I didn't want to throw him out if he wasn't well so I agreed.
Once alone he told me how things were going to go from now on. He didn't need to be on the team anymore, and he wasn't too fussed about it. On the other hand my husband depending on him, he was the only one winning his matches and if he quit then the college would start to consider his position. We couldn't afford for him to lose his job.
Brad said he'd consider staying on the team, as long as I treated him like a king. If I stayed a good slave and worshipped him on demand.
As a scent motivated faggot I always am grateful when a Man permits me to nuzzle His crotch through a pair of cotton tighty whities.
I love feeling of my face, nose, and lips rubbing against the soft cotton of His briefs - feeling the warmth of His cock and balls through the fabric - as His dick slowly grows large and erect.
I love the scent of a Man in white briefs. The mix of dried piss, ball sweat, and ass stink mingled with the fragrance from the laundry detergent is intoxicating.
Now fully erect, I love feeling His boner pressing against the soft cotton - stretching His briefs - aching to be released from its fabric cage.
Soon, a small wet patch begins to grow as His precum leaks through the briefs. I wrap my lips around the damp fabric encasing His swollen cock head and struggle to extract the flavor of His precum.
If I’m lucky, soon after this He will peel back the waistband of His briefs - allowing His erect penis to spring free - His now burning hot shaft slapping resting against my face as I breathe in the pungent cloud of His crotch stink.
I will spend the next 30 minutes using my throat to milk a load from His rigid cockmeat - focus and with gratitude to Him for the opportunity to serve, worship, obey Him.
