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Built For Sin - Chapter 1

Chapter One: Unexpected

C. Ashcrof https://www.patreon.com/Ashcrofnovels

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I started flying commercially 5 years ago at the age of 25 and I was lucky enough to land a job as a regional pilot for one of the low-cost European airlines almost immediately after graduating from flight school.

Before I go any further, let me introduce myself. My name is Alex Thomson, I’m 30 years of age and a bit of a gym bunny when I’m not in the skies, and it shows. I’m famed for my piercing blue eyes which match my blond hair very well and a very well-formed physique. I’ve never had any problems picking up little twinks from the nightclubs or from the app, so that has kept me quite busy during the years. 

To be honest, working for the regionals is a tedious job. You might fly 3 short legs a day with hardly any stopovers with an irritable cabin crew in the back as the passengers tend to treat them by how much they pay for the tickets. The pay as well is nothing to write home about, considering that you’ve spent hundreds of thousands of dollars on your flight training, it surely could be better.

On the upside, you weren’t short of young passengers on those cheap flights, so more often than not did I manage to spot a hot little young thing in the cabin, whenever I managed to pop my head out of the cockpit that is.

I lasted with the regionals for about three years before I decided to go for additional training to better my chances to get hired on one of the legacy airlines. You see, once you graduate flight school, you can’t just jump into any old aircraft and set off, you need to get trained on individual aircraft, and usually, the pilot must pay for that training. So as soon as I accrued the set flight hours, I was off to get myself more training.

I managed to get qualified for the main airliners of the day, including the Airbus 380, in two years making me highly employable with the legacy airlines, and managed to get myself a job with the long-haul fleet of the most iconic airlines in the world.

I won’t bore you with more trivia, so this is where our story begins, at Terminal 5 at London’s Heathrow airport.

“There she is,” I thought as I stared out the window at the Boeing 787 Dreamliner which would be my ride for the next 9 hours or so, on our flight for Orlando. My first long haul, overnight stay, in Florida where the sun is shining, surfer boys everywhere flaunting their stuff. It was a dream.

I had been working on bringing the plane to life for about 15 min when I was joined by my captain and relief pilot for the flight. Both were middle-aged men with grey hair and copious bellies. A disappointment in a way as I was hoping to have a bit of eye candy for the flight. “I’m Bill” the captain said and introduced the other as Paul. The two pilots were droning on as we completed our pre-start checks dampening my spirits even further. ‘those 9 hours will be excruciatingly long’ I thought to myself.

“Hi guys” A soft voice came from behind “I’m Liam and I’m the purser for the business class as well as the flight deck today. Can I get you anything before we start boarding?” I turned around and I swear my heart missed a couple of beats. I locked eyes with the gorgeous young flight attendant framed in the door. I couldn’t help but stare as my eyes gazed from his well-combed hair to his caramel eyes, not missing his glowing tanned skin and full-frame.

He had a baffled smile on his face as I realized that both the pilots had already given their orders and were all staring at me. “Uhm… yes. Sorry, I’ll have sparkling water please Liam, if you could”. ‘What has gotten into me’ I thought, ‘It’s just a fucking guy, get your shit together’. But at least this flight would be a bit more interesting than I first thought

“Alright gentlemen” Bill began his pre-flight briefing “Who will begin on their rest, How about you Alex? Take care of the Takeoff and head for the break so you’ll be fresh for landing?”

“Sounds good sir, I’ll take about two hours after take-off then and we’ll switch” which worked out perfectly for me as I could steal a glance at Liam again. I need to gauge his vibe, to see if he… complies with my tastes.

*        *        *

“Speedbird 1548, wind is at 020 at 5 knots, gust at 10, cleared for take-off runway 31 Right”

“Cleared for take-off Runway 31R, Speedbird 1548” I heard Bill echo air traffic control

“Alright guys take off checklist complete” I said as I grabbed the throttle and punched it.

I get tired of the feeling as we punched the throttle to max and the engines revved up, thrusting us forward to take off speed, that feeling when your stomach sinks when the aircraft lifts off from the ground and you’ve got nothing else but blue skies and clouds ahead. 

The view never ceased to amaze either. Being weather or city skylines, it always seemd different, you could always spot something new to admire. When it was just you and the aircraft, being in charge of a 245 ton machine, soaring through the air, bending it to your will climbing higher and higher, that’s when I found peace. 

*        *        *

“Alright Alex take your break” the captain said as we reached our cruising altitude. That’s the benefit of a long-haul flight. The crew has these quaint sleeping quarters above the passenger cabin, one for the flight crew and the other for the cabin crew, but that was not my destination today.

I noticed him immediately as I entered the cabin. There he was, leaning over to serve one of his business class passengers, an older woman, who looked at him longingly. I can’t blame her, his ass was looking amazing, filling out his uniform nicely and I couldn’t help imagining slipping them off and showing my cock into that hot bubble but.

I could feel my cock growing in my tight uniform which had trouble hiding my bulge even when I was soft, so being faced with a full business class cabin I quickly focused on the pouty older woman to try and tame the beast into submission.

“Oh hello again” I heard him say, startling me somewhat as I didn’t see him coming.

“You’re new in Long-haul aren’t you?” He said as he held out his hand, and I noticed his eyes darting down to my crotch where my bulge was still clearly visible, blushing a bit.

“Yes I am” I said as I took his hand and squeezed it firmly. I felt his heat radiating from him which made my cock twitch again. Oh, how I would love to pin him up against the door in the toilet and split him open with my cock.

‘shit’ I thought as I felt my cock harden again. ‘I need to tame this beast, it’s getting embarrassing’

I noticed that he was no longer glancing but right out staring at my growing bulge now.

“Uh, Listen” Liam started, blushing as he did “When we get to Florida, eh.. would you… maybeliketograbadrinkorsomething” He blurted out the rest of that sentence making it intangible.

“Sorry?” I said questioning

“Erhm, a drink, in Florida…”

“I could show you around, it’s like my second home, I’m always on the Florida route” He said again.

I could do with more than a drink I thought as the image of him spread out on my bed flashed through my mind.

“Yeah, sure… that would be great.” I answered back noting the relief in his caramel eyes.

“Cool, Ok listen, I need to get back to the cabin, and I’m sure you are supposed to be in crew rest, so how about we catch up at the hotel after landing”

“Sounds good” I said as I unlocked the door which lead me up to the crew rest area.

An hour and a half of rest in a comfortable bed is a lifesaver. I slipped my uniform off and slid into the bed.

I felt my cock stretch my Calvin’s as Liam was still on my mind. I could imagine his plump lips wrapped around my cock as he tried to take it all down his throat, his caramel eyes wet with tears as my cock hit the back of his throat. I imagined him gagging as I would push my cock further down, grabbing his well-groomed hair, pushing him further down on my cock, his eyes would now be streaming as he would be gasping for breath.

‘Oh, the benefits of a good imagination’ I thought as I grabbed a hold of my thick meat and started to jack it fast until I sprayed my body with 10 strong squirts of warm cum, wishing I was depositing it down Liam’s willing throat.

‘shit’ I thought as I noticed that there was nothing I could use to clean up the cum with. Another benefit of having a willing mouth to clean my cock. I hate cleaning up my spunk.

*DING* The intercom sounded with the flight deck light illuminated

“yeah” I answered as I picked up the handset

“You have twenty minutes left of your rest” the captain said “just making sure you’re awake”

“Thanks, Bill” I answered, panicking a little. ‘It’ll have to be the underwear then.’ I thought as I started covering my black Calvin’s in cum and sliding them on. It was usually the boys I fucked that I made wear cum soaked underwear, but never me. Come to think of it, it was a bit hot.

As I entered the flight deck, I received my briefing, and off Paul went for his rest.

Not five minutes later I heard the chime of the door attendant and with a hopeful smirk, I looked at the camera but to my disappointment, I was greeted by a busty blond crew member holding some drinks, which I reluctantly let in. A twang of disappointment swept over me as I was hoping to see Liam again.

She started chatting to Bill briefly as she handed us our drinks. It seemed like they had flown together on numerous occasions.

“Hey Alex, are you seeing those vibration numbers from engine one” Bill said as he glanced at the display, momentarily putting his conversation with the attendant on hold.

“That’s odd.” I said as I noticed the engine vibration numbers rising steadily.

“Well. You’re the PF, what do you think” Bill asked again.

“Let’s run an engine diagn…” I couldn’t finish my sentence as I heard a mighty thud and the plane started to shake violently, my breath caught as the flight attendant lost her balance and poured an icy drink over me which she had yet to hand over to Bill. 

“Shit… Ok seatbelt signs on” Bill said as he chimed into the cabin.

“Flight attendants, please be seated” I called on the intercom not wasting any time on further announcements.

“Engine one is rolling back” I said as I noticed the engine losing all thrust. Either sweat or sparkling water now dripping from my forehead “Let’s call Paul back here, I’m handing over the aircraft to you Bill” I said, following protocol.

“My aircraft” Bill called back as Paul came rushing into the flight deck

“Let’s see if we can relight the engine quickly” Bill said as we went through the motion of trying to start back the engine.

“It’s not lighting Sir” I said as it was evident that we weren’t getting any juice.

“Right make the mayday call and let’s try and get us down ASAP” Bill said “we have Bravo-India-Kilo-Foxtrot about 60 miles on our right”

Great, I thought. Iceland of all places. A rock in the Atlantic, a freezing tundra. I wasn’t going to be seeing any surfer boys there, let alone any boys, my shirt would probably freeze to my body being this soaking wet.

“Mayday-Mayday-Mayday, Speedbird 1548. We have lost thrust on one engine and are requesting to divert to Keflavik airport immediately”

“Speedbird 1548 We’ve checked your emergency and you are cleared visual approach, runway zero-five. Vectors to the final turn right heading 167, descend and maintain flight level one two zero”

“Speedbird 1548 copy, turn right heading 167, descend and maintain one two thousand, runway zero-five, please roll the equipment for us”

“Rolling the trucks”

We made a successful landing at the airport without further incidents, but I was now stuck in Iceland of all places.

*        *        *

“They are setting us up in the airport hotel for the night” Bill said as he got off the phone with the airline, “it’s going to be a tight squeeze as they don’t have separate rooms for us” he continued.

‘great, a night with an old fat pilot, a great end to my first long haul flight’ I thought getting irritated.

 “But let me say one thing, you guys did one hell of a job up there today…” Bill shot in again. “Great coordination, outstanding work by cabin crew, and very good handling in the cockpit, now Alex, you must be keen to get that soaked shirt off your back so let’s go over the room assignments” As Bill said that I could see Liam twitch slightly in his seat and I could’ve sworn I saw him blush slightly.

“Gentlemen…” Bill addressed the crew “these are the keys, at random, Ladies, here are your keys”

I grabbed a random key and stormed off to the lifts. ‘304 would be on the third floor if the Icelanders have some sense’ I thought as I entered the lift, pulling my shirt back from my pecks. It was starting to itch as it was partially drying now.

Most of the crew was down at the bar having a couple of drinks to calm the nerves, as we would be staying here at least 12 hours, it was acceptable, but I was dying for a shower and starting to feel the dried up cum in my underwear as well as the soaked shirt.

Entering the room did nothing to soothe my mood as I noticed that the room had a single king-sized bed as opposed to twins. ‘I am NOT cuddling up to some random pilot or something’ I thought furiously as I phoned reception which informed me that the hotel was fully booked and there were no other rooms available.

Seething I turned on the shower, peeled the soaking shirt off as well as the cum-stained underwear, and stepped under the hot spray of water. I lathered my body with soap, feeling the curves of my abs as I slid my hands up my body, stopping on my perked nipples, stroking them gently. My hand slid back down towards my cock which was now throbbing, more out of irritation than anything else.

“Fuck” I said to myself as I let go of my throbbing shaft “I’m even too irritated to jack off” I mumbled as I turned off the stream of water grabbing one of the fluffy towels and wrapping it around my waist, with the outline of my still throbbing cock showing.

Absentmindedly I walked back into the room and noticed someone sitting by the desk. I froze briefly as Liam looked at me blushing furiously, his eyes darting from my wet hair to my rigid abs and then the outline of my cock underneath the towel.

“oh sorry” he said “I should’ve knocked on the door to let you know you weren’t alone” he continued.

“It’s ok” I said, a bit more intrigued now that I knew I wouldn’t be bunking up with Bill or Paul.

“Ehm.. I’ll give you some privacy” he said blushing, heading for the door

“No stay, It’s fine. As long as you don’t mind me being here in just my towel for a bit” I said with a sly grin. “Can’t really throw on this soaking shirt or these rank boxers” I said nodding my head towards the stained underwear.

“I’d prefer it off” he blurted out and I saw him blush furiously again, and then notice the underwear. I wouldn’t have been surprised if his eyes popped out of his eye sockets as he noticed the white stains littered all over the black Calvin underwear, right there on the floor next to him.

I gave it a quick thought in my mind as I noticed him now staring at me, licking his lips.

“Listen Liam…” I started “You’re incredibly good looking, but I think you’re a bit too innocent for me” I said, forming a plan in my mind

“what do you mean by that!” he said with a bit of hurt in his eyes

“Well… You look like a gentle guy Liam..” I said pausing after saying his name “But I’m far from gentle when it comes to anything sexual. You see, I like my boys to do as I say, and to please me in any way I see fit, and I don’t think you’re quite up for that”

“Your boys huh” he said with a defiant tone, giving me the indication that he was playing right into my trap. “Well, I think I can handle whatever you throw at me” He said again with a defiant tone.

“Oh yeah?” I said as I dropped my towel to the ground giving him his first view of my 11-inch girthy cock.

His mouth dropped as he just sat there and stared at it.

“Well…” I said “are you just going to sit there or put your money where your mouth is”

He dropped to his knees in an instant and started to crawl towards me.

“STOP” I said firmly “Remove your clothes… anything but your underwear” I commanded

He obeyed immediately and started to peel off his uniform slowly. I watched mesmerized as he dropped his shirt to the floor. His body was perfect, although I didn’t like the dusting of hair on his well-formed chest nor his happy trail. I usually like my boys smooth with hardly any hair.

He was back on his knees now looking at me pleadingly with those caramel eyes.

“lean back on your heels” I said and without hesitation he obeyed my command, thrusting his hips forward allowing me a good view of his bulge which was tenting his white briefs by now. A wet spot formed just at the head of the bulge.

“It turns you on to be commanded I see” sounding it as a fact as opposed to a question, walking towards him holding my thick cock in my left hand, and grabbing his face firmly with the other.

“You’ll do as I say?” I whispered listening for his answer

“Yes.” He said without hesitation

He heard the slap before he felt it on his cheek.

“Yes, what?” I said in a smooth voice

“Yes… Sir?” he said in a bit of shock

“Good boy” - “Now open your mouth for me”

He did so without hesitation again. He seemed like a very good and obedient boy indeed. No wonder he was serving in business class.

I slapped my cock hard against his face letting him feel the weight of it. As I did so I saw the longing and lust in his eyes.

“beg for it” I said

He tried to reach my cock with his tongue not daring to move

“Please sir, let me taste your cock” he whimpered like a thirsty puppy.

I quickly reached down grabbing my underwear from the floor and without hesitation, I showed it in his waiting mouth. 

“Here, taste this…” I said as I listened to his moaning. “A couple of hours old load which I shot thinking about you and your hot little ass” 

He couldn’t hide his pleasure as a moan slipped through the fabric and his eyes closed briefly. I could hear him plead for my cock despite his voice being muffled by the underwear and I immediately gave him what he wanted as I presented my dick to him, pulling the underwear out of his mouth. He began to slurp on it vigorously, licking up and down my shaft getting it all wet and nice for him. It felt amazing having those lips on my meat.

I let him get acquainted with my cock for a few minutes, letting him go to town on his own for a while before taking over.

His eyes flashed with shock and I heard him whimper when I grabbed his hair and shoved his face down on my cock. He tried to pull off as I felt his throat muscles spasm around my shaft as I pushed deeper down his throat.

When I let go, he recoiled coughing, gagging, gasping for air as white strings of saliva ran down his chin.

“Did I tell you to fucking stop?” I said in a venomous whisper and quickly he was back on my cock, sucking a bit more gingerly now. I grabbed his hair again and proceeded to scull fuck him, feeling my cock hit the back of his throat and eventually breaking through the resistance and sliding down as far as it could go, nestling my balls on his chin.

His caramel eyes were now full of tears as he tried to control his gag reflex but his eye contact never broke from mine, our eyes were locked as I rocked my cock in and out of his throat.

For about twenty minutes I pounded that boy’s face whilst holding his head in place firmly. He took it like a pro, I must say, not daring to stop.

“I’m about to cum kid” I said as I picked up the pace of the brutal face fucking Liam was receiving. With a final thrust I slid down his throat and started pumping my seed down his throat.

Liam struggled, getting red in the face as he was desperate for a breath, but I held him still as I pumped the last bit of cum down his throat eventually letting him up for air.

“Fuck” He said gasping and coughing. “That was so fucking hot, I thought you were going to drown me” he said.

“Grab a shower” I said smiling “I’m not quite done with you yet”.

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I’ll explain this tip with a story of what happened earlier today instead just saying what it is like I usually do…

Homie- “why do you always smoke thru a bong? is it just cuz its a bit healthier?”

Me- “well yeah thats one of the reasons, cuz harm reduction is always a good thing, but this is the main reason why…”

**puts a few drops of the bongwater in another bowl and boils it down while rolling it around in circles (to speed up the reduction process) until it began to smoke, then i cooled it down with a rag**

Me- “I’ve smoked about 6 grams through this water. every time the water level in the bong got too low from smoking through it and making it thicker, I add the bare minimum amount of water to make it hit right again. bro, this shit right here is so concentrated, imma tell you right now it’s gonna straight fuck you up dawg. hell, for real I don’t know if you’re ready for this shit bro, it’s way Fuckin stronger than what you’re used to…”

Homie-“what? yeah right bro, lemme hit that shit!”

Me- “alright, don’t say I didn’t warn ya dawg haha! ”

then he hit that pipe hard only 3 times and was so Fuckin gone that once he could move again, the fucker started cleaning my damn house and shit for like 4 hours straight even tho I kept telling him to chill lol! he vacuumed every rug in the house (i got bamboo Hardwood floors), swept the floors and mopped my kitchen, washed the dishes by hand even tho I got a dishwasher, then started doing yardwork lmfao!!

so I guess the moral of the story is, smoke your shit thru a bong Homies, not only cuz its healthier, but cuz its like building up a stash of some fire when you run out or to enjoy on a rainy day… or to smoke with your friends when you want your house cleaned apparently haha!!

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It all started quite innocently. I was on my phone to mum who was away for the weekend. She was saying that she wanted to make sure dad was going to eat well for the weekend and asked if I could pop over in the evenings to make sure he has his dinner and not just beer. Yeah sure I will go over tonight. No Chris can you go over this afternoon and see what food he wants and get some supplies in for when I am home. Yeah mum. I'll go shortly.

In August, over 35°c and you need to do shopping.... sounds great..... not!! So I got in the car and drover over to my parents house. I got there and found that Uncle Nigels car was there too. I knocked at the door and heard dad shout come in, its too hot so I'm not dressed to answer the door. I walked in and found dad certainly relaxed.... just wearing his jock.

Oh hey Chris your mum said you'd be over. Its too hot, the air con isn't working. Just having some beers with Nigel. Its too hot for clothes at the moment! Haha I can see dad... why the jock? Well son, it let's the air flow!! Don't blame you dad, wheres Uncle Nigel?

He is outside in the shade, I peeped out the window.... Uncle has been hitting the gym!!

Haha I see your both too hot!

Yeah we are. Don't tell your mum. She will go over the top saying the neighbours will see.. I don't care! Thats cool dad, I've seen nothing haha... Good son. You know me too well!

Dad has always expressed himself at ease, making himself as comfortable as possible and not care what people think.

So dad what food do you need? Well just get some burgers and we can have a BBQ later son. Maybe somemore beers too... we are getting through these..... yeah ok, I'll see you later!! I need to do some chores. Back about 7? All good soon. Gives us 3 hours to catch up!

I closed the door with a semi in my pants. Nigel is looking hot!! I went to the shops and did my chores. Got home and kept thinking about what I've seen. So I got the cock ring out. Stripped to my bed thinking of what I've seen. Slowly stroking and poppers. I must have been there a while as I could feel the balls clenching... but fuck.... door bell... they will go away.... door bell again.... fuck! I got up and chucked on some shorts and went to the door.... nobody there... but a package on the doorstep... just a parcel. So took it in and opened... some essentials from my online ordering. Mum called... fuck... so I answered.

Chris have you been to see dad? Yeah I have mum, been and got the shopping. I'm popping over at 7 to help and do the bbq. 7? Chris, you realise its 745... oh bugger. No i must have fallen asleep, true to be told I totally lost track of the time. Mum wouldn't get off the phone, mum is now 8. I better go over and see dad and cook. He will be grouchy... ok. Call me when your home.

So when I finally got off the phone, threw on some clothes and got to dads. Uncle Nigels car was still there, not surprised as he was necking the bottles earlier.

I let myself in. I could hear some snoring. Dad was passed out on the sofa. Still just in his jock. Nigel was out on the patio still. I stuck my head around the door. Hey uncle you ok?

Oh hey Chris. Your dad is inside. Yeah on the sofa snoring. Haha. He was never one for holding his drink! We ordered some food in earlier. We thought you weren't coming. Sorry uncle. I lost track of time and then mum called and well you know she can talk. Haha yes I know. Hey grab a beer and join me. We don't need any food.

I went back in and got 2 fresh beers. I went out and gave Nigel his beer. As I was leaning over, I could see a hardon in his white briefs. I sat down opposite him and we started to chat. Over the course of about 20 mins I kept looking away from time to time, otherwise he will know I was ogling his cock. But to my enjoyment everytime I looked away, he readjusted himself, moving his cock to a more visible position. Until at which it was sticking out the end of his briefs... I looked away once more. I heard a little sigh and Uncle Nigel let it free. Wow. It must have been 8inchs and thick.... I looked back, tried to act surprised.

Nigel. Your horny tonight i see. Haha yes Chris. This weather always makes me horny. I've already had 3 wanks today. 2 here today haha. 2 wanks here, where was dad?

Well I was alone in the bathroom the first time. But 2 hours ago we both had a wank and spurted on the floor. Seems like both our Mrs haven't been looking after us.

Hang on you and dad? Its not like that Chris, we wanked ourself thats all. Oh ok.....

Your dad went for a lydown after dinner. Aparently food and cuming makes him tired. But for me I need the real thing.

Haha I see uncle. Well Chris. I can see you are sweating. So why don't you join me in the fresh air. Haha ok unc. I will. I stood up. Took off my shirt and shorts. Just exposing myself in my jock. Then sat back down, but my semi showing too.

Chris. Your looking horny too. We sat there chatting. Nigel kept playing with his cock. Het Chris, fancy a mutual wank too? I'm not sure Uncle. What if dad sees? Well he doesn't know your here yet, so how about we go to my room and stick the air con on? Haha ok.

So for the first time since I was 8. Uncle grabbed my hand and took me to his room. Locked the door and said make yourself comfortable on the bed. I'll put some porn on.

Uncle walked past me as I pulled off my jock and sat on the bed. He walked up to the Aircon and put it to low. He turned on the radio for some music and then grabbed the remote. Turned on the TV and muted it. To my surprise, some gay porn was playing.

Oh I didn't know you liked this sort? What do you mean Chris? Well man on man. Chris I'm BI. Guys suck better. He moved closer to the bed and pulled down his briefs releasing his cock. It was a good 7 maybe 8 inches. But to my surprise a cockring on too. Oh I've got a ring like that too. Yeah I see. See? What do you mean? Look down Chris... as I looked down, I was still wearing my cock ring from earlier. I hadn't removed.

He sat on the bed. We just chatted whilst watching the porn. I lay back further as I could feel my balls clench. I closed my eyes and grabbed my balls. I could feel the bed move. And to my surprise Nigel took my hand off my balls and then cock and slid his mouth onto my cock. I moaned with enjoyment. Uncle we shouldn't. Nigel stopped sucking me. He said just go with the flow, I like cum too. This is our secret. He then passed me some poppers. Little did he know poppers turn me into a right horny slut. I took a few sniffs and that kept me on track. He was sucking me a while. I heard a pump action from the lube. He stroked his own cock, making him all wet.

Let me return the favor Nigel. So I moved and got onto my knees started to turn around and expecting him to lay on the bed. But to my surprise as I was turning, he stopped me and starting to kiss my neck.

Poppers, neck kissing. Feeling a hard cock near my ass. This took me over the edge... looking down, my cock turning black and blue... so is his... thinking this will be a massive load....

Here take somemore poppers. So as I did. Nigel started to kiss my neck and then get lower to my back. He pushed at my back putting my head to the pillow. He kissed his way down my back. Working towards my ass. Do you mind if I have desert? The feeling from this and the poppers i didn't register what he said. Yeah unc. Have what ever you want, I'm not going to stop you! Promise Chris? I can do what ever? Yeah unc. Just give me the poppers and my body is yours.... nigel passed me the poppers as uncle went to town on my hole.

I've no idea how long he was eating me out for. My hardon never went. The room was smelling of poppers. Hey Chris, give me the poppers for one last sniff. So I passed them over. Uncle stopped on my hole and moved closer. His rock hard cock slapped onto my butt. He toom a few long sniffs and heard him say, right now for the final. He passed them back as I took a sniff, during so he just slipped into my hole. No pain, nothing. Uncle Nigel had certainly prepared my ass for eating it out. Slowly going in and working up.

You ok sport? Want me to stop? Haha no uncle, your in there so might aswell finish. Finish? Want me to cum whilst fucking? Yeah love the balls slapping against my ass as the clench. Haha you asked for it. Nigel picked up speed and then I felt his cock swell. His moaning got louder and then stopped.... a loud groan as he cum... I could feel his cock pulsing in me... but then realised the pulsing was intense as I'd shot over his sheets.

Like that Chris? Yeah Unc I did. Haha good o. I did too. We will need to repeat. Mmmmm yes indeed. That was hot.... and we are hot n sweaty. I felt uncle pull out and heard him day that loads going to be in thre for a while.... so I turned and said let's see the load in the rubber... Chris I had no time. I was going to blow as I was rimming you. Its inside you, hope thats cool.... yeah uncle it is...... cool.... unexpected but great!

Well just going for a cool shower. So as he walked away into the shower... thinking that was fucking hot. 5 mins later he came out and said go get a shower, but keep that load in for daddy. Haha ok Nigel. Not thinking of what he was saying. I thought daddy as an older guy. So I went to the shower. Held my cheeks tight and took my time.

As I came out the bathroom. I put my jock back on and went into the kitchen to retrieve my clothes. As I went past, dad was still snoring on the sofa. It was gone 11... but still fucking hot and humid. Nigel stopped me. Said he had took my clothes into the spare room and join him for some TV. So we went into the living room. Dad still past out.. put on a film and within 5 mins uncle was gone... sat on the sofa. Just in his briefs snoring. Looking over dad was supporting a stiffy in his jock.... hmm brothers both hung went through my mind....

I continued to watch the film... just in my jock, it was certainly too hot for clothes.... Next thing I knew it was pitch black I was lay on my side facing the back of the sofa... I could hear something... dad and Uncle were awake and chatting. I didn't stir so I could hear what they were saying. I could see out the corner of my sight it was 3am.

I'm telling you Jon. He is fucking horny. He has my load... what do you mean your load Nigel? Well when you were snoring off your head, we had a mutual wank... poppers took him over the edge and well.... one thing led to another and well he has my cum in him. Look over that nice tight butt took some rimming and now has a load in it....

Nigel I can't fuck my own son. Thats wrong. I'm telling you Jon. Let me start something off with him again and you just join us at a moment he just goes with the flow. I'll wake him up in the morning. Say I need to be unloaded again. Haha let's see Nigel I Don't know.....

I must have been tired as next thing I knew the light was coming through the windows.... I turned over and Dad and Nigel were sat in their sofas asleep but supporting a morning glory.....

Before breakfast..... there were 3 loads shot..... from 3 different guys and I had received 2 more loads in my butt........

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Tales from the Lockdown: Now Or Never

Hey guys, here’s the first of some new stories about this strange fuckin’ time we’re living in. Let’s kick it off with a nice deep #longread…

Coach Preston was in a mood. All week long, he’d been a little on edge, keeping one eye on the regular news, the other on the sports news, waiting to see which way things would go. All the coaches had been, and like them, he’d done his best to keep a poker face around his guys, a whole chin-up-and-keep-pushing thing. They were athletes, after all, and athletes in a sport that required particular focus. But they were students, too – hell, they were people – and he knew all the uncertainty around the virus situation had all kinds of impacts on them. What about spring break, and the end of the semester beyond that? Would the campus close? What about classes, and finals, and graduation?

So he’d been feeling the tension, his and his guys’, and then everything started to happen all at once, with surprising speed. The AD announced all the varsity sports activities were being suspended, and then the conferences all got canceled, and then just this afternoon, the Chancellor had put the word out that classes were going online and the campus would mostly be closing. At least two weeks, probably more, and if everyone was really being honest, the rest of the semester was pretty much in the shitter. Which meant his guys were definitely done for the semester, and so was he, for the most part. No more wrestling, no more coaching, not much but some administrative bullshit to deal with, and it looked like he’d be taking care of that from his dining table from now on, from the sounds of things.

It was a lousy way to end the season. The guys had wrestled decently, but they hadn’t made the DIII Championships this year, so shutting everything down so early felt like getting kicked in the ass twice. They’d had one last practice, but it had felt half-hearted, much as he and the other coaches had tried to keep their spirits up. Nobody had wanted to really say it, that it was over for this year. Nobody wanted to talk about the bigger picture either, about what was happening outside their smallish campus, in their little corner of the world. Instead, everyone seemed more subdued, inside their heads about everything, and Preston was no different. That shit was contagious too, and it had finally caught up with him, now that he was in his little office, packing up everything he’d need to work from home for who the fuck knew how long.

He wasn’t really in the mood for the knock on his door, but he was still on the job, so he did his best to make his expression neutral as he turned to see who was interrupting his funk.

“Coach P?”

It was Keene, and shit, that was maybe the last person he needed to see right now. Yeah, he was glad to see him – he was always glad to see him, and maybe that was part of the problem. Keene was one of his better wrestlers, solid and dependable, disciplined without being a freak about it, quietly confident in his strengths, but still able to learn. He was a good teammate and a great student, not just here in the wrestling complex, but in class too. Preston was sorry to see him go, but then that was the nature of the job, he guessed. Sooner or later, they all graduated, and then a new set of guys would come to be trained and molded, and hopefully sent out into the world stronger and better men. Still, even though he’d known Keene was one of the ones graduating, he hadn’t expected they’d be parting ways this early.

“Just wanted to drop by and check in with you before, you know… everything,” Keene said with his easy smile, and here was the exact problem – the kid was beautiful. He wasn’t the handsomest of Preston’s current wrestlers, or the most powerfully built – that was a tossup between Halvorson and Washington, probably, and it made him feel a little guilty every time he thought that to himself, but hell, facts were facts. He wasn’t the first coach to ever think that way, and he sure wouldn’t be the last. 

With his regular kind of features and his nondescript haircut, it’d be easy to look past Keene. But there was a quiet handsomeness to him, and he had a good strong frame that was solid with lean, tight muscle. He filled out the Drake U sweatshirt and jeans he was wearing right now very well, and a singlet even better. Every once in a while, a guy came along who was the package, and with his regular-guy good looks, his crop of auburn hair, and his quiet confidence and athletic skill, Keene was definitely that package. So maybe it was better he was heading off into the next phase of his life, and out of Preston’s. Not right now, maybe, but better in the long run, for sure. For everyone involved.

“Well, I appreciate it,” Preston said, and meant it, as he put down the file box with all the shit he’d packed to work from home with, and shook the young man’s hand. Nice firm grip, solid and confident, just like the rest of him. Yeah, Preston was sorry to see him go, alright. “You heading out?”

“Eh, after the weekend, I guess,” Keene shrugged. “Still gotta pack up the apartment, and I figure since they cancelled classes next week, I’d take my time.”

“Good call,” Preston nodded. “Might as well enjoy your last little bit of normal time before things get weird.”

“I’ll drink to that,” Keene chuckled. “Speaking of that…”

For the first time Preston could remember since the kid’s sophomore year, Keene looked a little bit less than quietly sure of himself, but it passed quickly.

“I was gonna head to the Grill, get something to eat one last time, maybe have a beer,” Keene went on. “Can I buy you one? Y’know… for old times’ sake?”

Preston smiled to himself. The kid was 22, the hell did he know about “old times” yet? His Coach mode kicked in a little, automatic, thinking about fraternizing and how it would look, drinking a beer with one of his athletes. But it wasn’t technically forbidden, he guessed, and Keene was legal and responsible, and about to pretty much exit his life anyway. Not really one of his athletes anymore, technically speaking. Plus, these were strange times, and probably only getting stranger. He thought about how he’d been feeling since all this shit had started to go down, broody and in his own head a lot, like big, important things were just slightly beyond his control. One last beer with a favorite student, a guy he’d come to know and like and respect, and would miss? Fuck it. He could use the break. 

And, if he was truly honest with himself, one more chance to spend a little time with probably the hottest young man he’d ever encountered. 

“Sure, what the hell,” Preston said. “Give me thirty, and I’ll meet you over there.”

“Awesome,” Keene said, “I’ll see you there.” He genuinely looked a little excited, which made Preston’s cheeks prickle in that way that always made him feel like he should back off, so he wouldn’t get himself in trouble. But fuck all that, he decided.

“Looking forward to it, bud,” he said, and it was the first thing he’d felt sure of all week.

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Father’s Day Tales: Daddy Night, Part One

This is Part One of a four-part Father’s Day special, and while there’s not so much sex in this one, there’s plenty of vibes that will make all the sex that’s coming - and there’s gonna be a lot - even better. So stick with me, fellas. You trust me, right? Good. Let’s go…

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“Let’s go get a drink.”

As soon as his father said it, Ian knew he should shut the whole thing down right there and then. Against all odds, they’d had a pretty good day of it at Pride. He’d been thinking about attending the festivities, this being his first Pride in a new town. His first Pride ever, in fact. But when his father had announced he was coming to town for the weekend, Ian had shelved the idea altogether, and figured that was that until next year. Until his Dad happened to see a flyer for it while they were out for dinner after his arrival Friday night, turned to him with that charming grin of his, and said, “Well hell, buddy, looks like there’s a party goin’ on! What do you say we go check it out?”

“Uh, I dunno Dad, you’re only in town a few days, maybe we can hit a ballgame or something,” Ian said warily, searching his brain for the most likely Father’s Day weekend activity he could think of, in a city he was still getting to know.

“Hell with that,” Dan said, waving a slightly tipsy hand. “Let’s face it, baseball is boring, and the team here sucks ass, buddy.” He turned to Ian with that mischievous gleam in his eye.

“Well, I guess more than a few people at Pride suck ass too,” he said, cocking an eyebrow for humorous effect, and Ian had always enjoyed the jocular, easy kind of relationship he had with his father, but right then, he wished there was a manhole or something close by that he could crawl into.

“C’mon, it’ll be fun, or interesting at the very least,” his Dad said, slinging one big arm around Ian’s shoulders as they walked. “You’re new in town, and these are your people. And I’m a proud Dad of a gay son. I want to show my support, for you and all your brothers and sisters.”

Ian felt a little wave of something inside him hearing that – gratitude, maybe, and in spite of how awkward this subject was making him feel, a definite warm buzz of love for his Dad, too. The big guy had taken his coming out a few years back with ease and not just acceptance, but warmth, a big embrace both literal and figurative. He hadn’t really expected that – Dan Cameron was an ex-Navy man and former football star, all roguish charm and long-striding manly-man confidence, a few rough edges still beneath his custom-fit suits. But he’d always been Ian’s biggest cheerleader, through school and sports and debate team, and now in this too.

“Besides, it’s Father’s Day weekend,” Dan said. “That means I get to pick what we do, right?”

“I guess…” Ian said, knowing there was nothing he could do about it now. The Bad Idea Train had already left the station, and he was just along for the ride.

“Then it’s settled,” Dan said with a decisive nod, giving him a friendly squeeze. “The Cameron men are goin’ to Pride!”

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