Throatster

A collection of photos and stories

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The OG #throatitboy

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Nicholas Ryder via Twitter

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You look so pretty with my cock in your mouth

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Oh fuck boy, you’re doing so good

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Hey bro, come on over.

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when are the uncensored d!ck p!cs coming? 🤤

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I couldn't wait to get home. To my bed. To rip off my clothes and stroke the boner that had been raging in my jeans all day.

I finally saw it. Aaron's big cock. In all its glory.

It was right after chemistry. I headed into the bathroom and he was right behind me. There were only two urinals open. I took one and he took the one right next to me.

"Tough fucking quiz, right?" He asked, unzipping and reaching in for his cock.

"Yeah, I think I got like two things right," | said.

That was a lie, of course. I aced the quiz, because I'd been studying nonstop the last three days. But in the moment, I knew it was best to be relatable, not brag.

"And I had to take a fucking piss the whole time," he said. By now Aaron's cock was hanging in front of him, just dangling there like a third appendage.

He didn't even hold it. He didn't need to. It just hung there, thick and fat and heavy, blasting a steady stream of piss.

I caught it out of the corner of my eye. Trying to steal a glance but not let him know I was checking him out like a fucking pervert.

"Fuck," he said, closing his eyes and folding his hands behind his head. Letting his cock just hang free.

I knew now was my moment—maybe my only moment ever—to stare at that fucking beast of a cock and witness the manly majesty of Aaron Thompson. The veiny, girthy, mushroom-tipped, 7-incher topped with a bush of black curls.

As I finished my own piss, I could feel my cock hardening in my hand. I wanted to jerk it right there and it took everything in my power not to.

His stream slowed and I knew that was my cue to stop staring, though it was hard to rip my eyes away. His eyes opened and his hand came down and gently wrapped around his cock, giving the tip a little shake.

"Fuck that feels better," Aaron said with a sigh.

"Only thing better would be busting a nut. All that concentrating makes me fucking horny, man."

He paused and turned towards me, cock in hand.

"You think anyone ever jerks off in here," he said, pretending to stroke in my direction, "let off a little steam between classes?"

I looked down at it, all big and floppy, just within reach. God I wanted it bad. He didn't seem to mind showing it off. He was obviously proud of his manhood and this was an open invitation for me to look.

"I bet you wouldn't be the first or the last to rub one out in this bathroom," I said.

"Looks like you're the one who really needs it, man." Aaron nodded at my boner. I thought I was keeping it hidden in the urinal, but clearly he could see it.

I felt myself blush and quickly tried to stuff it back in my jeans, immediately embarrassed and losing any courage I had.

"Dude chill out," he said with a laugh, lifting his waistband and stuffing his big cock back into his underwear.

The tardy bell rang. "Have fun," Aaron said with a wink.

……

When I got home I rushed to my room and pulled my jeans off. My briefs were soaked. I’d practically been leaking precum nonstop all day. I wrapped my hand around my cock and closed my eyes, the image of Aaron’s naked body seared into my mind.

I started to stroke slowly - any sudden movements and it would be over for me. As I touched myself I imagined my hand was on Aaron’s cock, reaching over to him and waking up that big softy. I imagined the smile on his face as he realized he was about to get serviced. I imagined that big cockhead leaking precum all over my hand…

And that was all I needed. I felt the long-overdue orgasm building up in the pit of my stomach and start to blast through my overexcited rod.

I let out a deep moan as what felt like a gallon of cum rocketed through my cock, flying across my body, over my shoulder, and landing everywhere in between.

I lay there soaked and spent, still rock hard, dreaming about Aaron.

……

Life went on as usual the next few days. Aaron didn’t make any mention of our bathroom interaction and I tried to play it cool, even though the very sight of him got me hard as an oak tree. I made a point to only use the bathroom outside our chemistry classroom, just in case I would happen to run into him again.

No such luck.

Tuesday night I stayed late at the library to study. It was almost midnight and I headed over to the restroom. I opened the bathroom door and my heart skipped a beat. Aaron was standing there at a urinal, cock hanging in front of him, taking a piss.

“Oh hey man,” he said, turning to me mid stream. “Fancy seeing you here.”

I laughed and took a urinal one away from him, “Hey, how’s it going?”

“Just trying to get this mid-term paper finished. Fuck it I’m ready for fall break.”

We stood in silence for a moment.

“So did you end up rubbing one out in that bathroom the other day?” Aaron asked, finishing up his piss and shaking his cock dry.

“Nah, too scared I’d get caught,” I responded, immediately feeling myself start to chub up.

Aaron chuckled, “To be honest I need a little stroke break to clear my mind… part of the reason I ducked in here. Figured it would be empty. But uh, you don’t mind, do you?”

Aaron’s cock started to firm up in his hand, even from a few feet away I could tell he was boning up.

“Nah man, go for it,” I answered.

He started to stoke his cock, slowly with a tight grip, getting the blood to flow and fill his big cock all the way up. We were silent for a second. I didn’t move, but it was clear I was watching him pleasure himself. I didn’t know if Aaron was a show off or just so horny he didn’t care if I saw.

He looked over at me, still stroking, “You uh, gonna join me or what?”

I nodded wordlessly and began to stoke my own boner.

“I can tell you’re into my dick,” Aaron said with a smirk. “You’re not very good at hiding it.”

He took a step back from the urinal and turned towards me. For the first time I had a clear and unobstructed view of Aaron’s hard cock. It was big, thick, and veiny with a fat tip which he was massaging with his thumb.

“Oh fuck,” I whispered on accident. I didn’t mean to but I just blurted it out.

Aaron smiled. “You like my big cock?”

“Oh yeah” I responded breathlessly.

“You like watching me stroke my big hard cock?”

“Fuck yes”

He smiled. It was clean Aaron loved to show off. He pulled his shirt up to show off his hairy abs. “Is this what you think about when you jack off?”

“Aaron I….” I started but was immediately cut off by the sound of the bathroom door opening. We both turned back into our urinals, hiding our boners as an older man walked in.

“Evening,” the man said as he walked up to the urinal between us, unzipped, and took care of business.

I stood deadly still, afraid to be caught. But I head the tell tale slick strokes of Aaron’s hand gliding up his cock while the man in between us pissed. Aaron was fucking insatiable and it made me even harder.

The man didn’t notice or didn’t care. He finished up, washed his hands, and left.

“Fuck,” Arron whispered, turning again towards me and showing off his massive cock. “I’m so fucking close.”

He licked his lips and smiled at me. “You wanna watch me cum?”

My response was more of a grunt than a verbal yes or no. But he knew what I wanted.

“Oh yeah, oh fuck,” Aaron whimpered as he increased his pace, concentrating all his efforts on the flared pink tip of his lengthy cock.

“Ohh. Ohhhh. Oh fuck. I’m so close. I’m so fucking close. Oh my fucking goddd…”

His abs tightened and his cock twitched in his hand and Aaron started to unload himself on the bathroom floor. His cum shot in large ropes, landing with a splat that echoed through the tile bathroom.

He continued to work his hand up and down his shaft, moaning as he rode out an epic orgasm.

I was stroking furiously, watching my pornographic fantasy cum to life. I felt my own orgasm coming from a mile away, and kept rubbing until I felt the sweet release of my own cum blasting through my cock. My load squirted out landing atop Aaron’s, making cummy pools on the tile floor.

“That was a big load,” he said, shaking the last drops of cum from his softening cock.

“Aaron,” I said, hoping I wasn’t crossing a line, “you’ve got a beautiful fucking cock.”

“Thanks man,” he said with a laugh. “It gets the job done.” He looked down at himself, admiring his big piece, then looked up at me with a devilish grin. “You wanna touch it?”

I walked over without a moment’s hesitation and wrapped my hand around Aaron’s half-hard cock. It was warm and wet and sticky from his cum. It was veiny and thick, hefty, a man’s cock. And I could feel it getting hard again in my hand. I looked up at Aaron and his stare told me I had permission. I started to stroke him.

“Fuck,” he moaned as I stroked him back to full staff, “You know what’s better than a hand job?” He asked in a whisper only I could hear.

“What?” I asked as he pulled me into a stall, pushed me down on the seat, and locked the door.

He smiled as he pushed his hard cock up to my lips.

“Let me show you”

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Study break

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Andrew.

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My husband and I were renovating our basement. Like most construction projects, this one was moving much slower (and much more costly) than anticipated.

“Bad news, boss,” Mike said when I turned down the stairs. Mike was the project’s foreman, a ruggedly handsome 43-year-old man with muscled, tatted arms and a tight ass to fill out his wranglers. I knew I shouldn’t be checking him out, but I looked on lustily most days while he worked. He was solid, grade A beef. 100% man.

“What’s up, Mike?” I asked with a sigh, knowing I wasn’t going to like the reply.

“The tile you want is back ordered. Won’t be in for another 3 months.”

“Jesus Christ,” I said, exasperated. “That’s going to fuck everything up.”

“I know, I know. I did some digging and found another supplier. A buddy of mine knows a manufacturer who makes something pretty similar. I can call in a favor and get him to rush production. But, it’ll cost you.”

“It always does,” I said, rolling my eyes. “How much this time?”

“Well, this time’s different,” Mike said, grabbing his crotch in a way I’d never seen. “This time it’s a personal favor. So I need a personal favor in return”

“He started to unzip his jeans.

“Mike….”

“Come on, Kevin. The rest of the crew is away until Monday. It’s just us down here.”

“We really shouldn’t be having this discussion, it’s not very professional….”

Mike cut me off, “I see the way you look at me Kevin. Don’t act like you haven’t been dreaming about this.”

He tugged his jeans down, revealing his thick, girthy cock. Holy fuck. He was right, I had been dreaming about it. And it was even more beautiful than I could have imagined.

“My wife hates giving head and I just need to get my cock sucked. It’s been too long. And I overheard your husband talking about how good you were…”

I was pleasantly surprised to hear that my husband was bragging on my cock sucking abilities. It’s true, he liked having his balls drained on a regular basis and I was frequently on my knees servicing him.

“I’ve got a 3-day load saved up and if you’re a good boy I could be unloading it down your throat in the next 10 minutes.”

“Yes sir,” I said, dropping to my knees instinctively. “Let me help you out, Mike,” I said, leaning in with a smile.

“Oh fuck yes,” he moaned as my tongue made contact with his obscenely swollen cockhead. “Put your lips around it. Oh fuck. Just like that.”

I loved that Mike was comfortable enough to be verbal. My husband and I weren’t exactly open, but I’d serviced enough “straight” men in the gym sauna to know that most were the strong silent type. Not Mike.

After I got his tip nice and wet I started working my way down his long, veiny shaft.

“You like that?” He grunted.

“Mmmmhmmm,” I moaned with my mouth full.

“You like that big cock? That sweaty fucking man cock?”

God he was getting me so hard. I loved how much he wanted this. I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock and slurped the top half as fast as I could.

“Oh yeah, work that fucking cock,” he growled as I sucked him.

I finally came up for air. “Christ Mike, you’re so fucking big.”

He smiled down at me, grabbed my hair with one hand, and slapped his wet cock across my face with the other. “You have no fucking idea, buddy.”

He pushed between my lips, forcing himself deep inside my mouth.

“Open up.”

I released my jaw and let his cockhead slide into my throat. But Mike wanted more.

“I said open up.”

I opened my throat to him, swallowing that fat cock to the base and allowing him to ram into me mercilessly. I gave myself over to him completely. I hadn’t been face fucked like this in a long time and it was exhilarating.

“Good fucking boy, listening to daddy,” he growled down at me.

We were the same age. In fact, I was probably a little older. But I loved getting dom’d by Mike. His sexuality was raw and wild and electric. His cock filled me so completely I could barely breathe. But I wanted it so bad. In this moment nothing else mattered.

He pounded my throat hard, unrelenting, grunting as he asserted his manhood on me. Mike had large balls, hairy and sweaty. They slapped me in the chin repeatedly as he thrust his cock deeper and deeper into my mouth. I’d sucked many cocks in my lifetime, but this was one I would remember forever. The way it filled me up and took no mercy. Hard as steel and insistent, demanding my obedience.

He buried himself deep in me and held it there for a minute.

“I’m so fucking close,” he whispered. “Finish me off.”

In that moment he eased up, wanting me to do the work of bringing him to climax. I kept him deep in my throat, working the base of my tongue against his fat cockhead while the tip of my tongue gently caressed the base of his veiny shaft.

“Fuuuuck,” he moaned. “I’m so fucking close.”

This wasn’t my first rodeo. I knew how to make a man cum. I kept working my tongue on his cock until I felt the tell-tale pulsation of his balls and shaft, signaling the arrival of his long overdue orgasm.

“Oh fuck,” he yelled, louder than he should have, overjoyed with the release of his pent up 3-day load.

His thick cream filled my mouth. I kept swallowing but he kept cumming. Spurt after spurt, an unending assault of his wet-hot briny milk. Forbidden and delicious straight man cum. And I was eager to take it all.

All in all he delivered me 7 blasts of cum. I took as much as I could, but some escaped, dripping down my chin and covering my shirt and pants.

He was content to keep his cock in my mouth for a minute, letting it rest and soften up.

“God damn,” he muttered, patting me on the cheek. “I needed that. Your husband was right—you’re no fucking joke.”

I smiled up at him, my lips glazed with his fresh load. I had the feeling this might become a regular thing, judging from the fact that his cock was still a little firm in his hand as he stuffed it back in his jeans.

“So about that tile,” he said, tugging at his crotch to adjust himself, “I think I can make it work. I’ll talk to my man, but uh, you might owe him a favor too…”

I never fancied myself a businessman, but if blowjobs were an acceptable currency, I was ready for business.

“Bring him over some time,” I said with a wink. “I’m sure we can work something out.”

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Adam with the fig leaf

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By Main de Gap

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He put his hand on my leg and slid it slowly up my thigh.

“Shhh,” he said, leaning in close enough to kiss me. “Don’t say anything.”

We’d been flirting all weekend, Tommy and me, and now, in the wee hours of the morning we were alone at last.

He slid his hand up to the leg opening of my Calvin’s and snuck his hand in. I breathed sharply.

“Shhh,” he whispered, leaning in to kiss me and sliding his hand up to my rock hard cock.

“Fuck, you’re already leaking precum,” he whispered between kisses, running his thumb across my leaking cock head.

“I’ve been waiting for you,” I said, pushing my tongue between his lips. With that he started to stroke me, slow and steady, inside the tight white cotton of my briefs.

“Oh fuck,” I moaned, thrusting into Tommy’s fist.

“Good boy,” he said, tightening his grip and pushing me closer to my breaking point.

“Tommy, I…..”

“What is it, boy?

“I…. oh fuck, yeah…” I could barely think straight the way he was working my cock.

“Tell me, buddy,” Tommy crooned, increasing his speed, and zeroing in on my fat tip.

“Oh Tommy, I fucking love you,” I moaned, shooting my load through his fingers and deep into the fabric of my briefs.

“I love you too,” he said, resting his hand at the base of my spent cock.

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Hug him from behind and then slowly jerk him off and tell him that he’s a good boy when he cums