Damn son, my hole is slimy. Your cock slathered precum all over my guts. Mmm, makes me feel like a whore with a dripping cunt. Now get over here and use me to finish yourself off. Climb up on this hairy man ass and show me what a virile young man you are. Treat my hole like your mate. I want that thick, bushy cock to live in there, and put as many loads in me as it wants. Your daddyâs an insatiable pervert, so hop to it.
One of my favorite videos is of a man like this getting his hole worked. Big and masculine and bearded, with this smaller guy latched to his hams. Watching him buck and squeal and shake, and more importantly, beg the top not to stop, thank him for rocking his world just the way his hungry hole NEEDS is just great. I love a genuinely appreciative bottom. All while watching his thick hairy cock swinging around below-- a beautiful manly trophy which is a product of a hole deeply claimed and bred.
Masculine men are not penetrated nearly enough. This is the kind of soft, surrendered receptivity I love to see. And despite his size and appearance he WILL be reduced to a begging, drooling slut once more unconditional puppy love and orgasms are squeezed out of his meaty hole. There's always a little resistance at first but once he lets go he remembers, "oh my GAWD this was the best decision I've ever made, FUCK! Harder, DON'T STOP!"
"Feel free to get comfortable, Nick," I said as Nick Brandt walked into the guest room I had set up for clients. I had on only a pair of baseball shorts with nothing underneath. I had a few real massage clients, but I was paying my way through B school with the large shank of meat that was flopping commando beneath the fabric.
Coach Brandt took a quick look and flashed a smile. But he was mostly businesslike as he removed his shoes and hoodie, and along with it, the T shirt beneath. Brandt was coach of a top college football program and was my new best client. Tipped well, and with him the sex didn't feel remotely like work. I almost felt bad taking money from him, but Coach had the salary for it.
"I could use some deep tissue work today, Matt," he said. "Still feel tight as hell from the gym."
"You got it," I said, laying down a sheet on to the massage table. "I got some new oil to try out, unless you'd rather not."
"Sounds good," he said as he folded his hoodie and shirt and placed them on a spare table. Coach was a DILF, his body dusted in brown hair, thicker around the chest. Brandt had the kind of trim muscular body that looked thicker in person than on TV or in the stands. The benefit of living in a college town was getting into SEC football. As a New England guy, it was trip.
I kind of turned away as he stripped the rest of the off and lay face up on the table. I wasn't sure if he was going to pull the half sheet over his midsection, but I as turned back I saw he hadn't. There was Brandt's family jewels soft but on full display.
Coach shut his eyes, almost in sleep, as I began my work. We didn't talk at first. I just massaged his feet and up his calf, one side then the other, then really began to massage out his quads, which were super tight. Coach must have hit leg day. Even if he didn't have an overly muscular upper body, those legs were out of proportion big. I loved them, and it helped me devote extra attention, really working the knot.
The thighs glistened with oil, lubing my massage work. By now, Coach's dick was responding, untouched, lengthening and filling out, until he had a nice rigid boner. "Been a while, Coach?" I teased as my fingers grazed his nuts.
A soft chuckle came. "Three days."
Shit. I could have jerked out a healthy load then, for sure, but I skipped his crotch and began from the other end. Neck, traps, and delts, before my movement ran over his chest and abs.
"Flip over?" I gently instructed.
Brandt is an attractive man with an attractive cock, but his backside is just incredible. A broad, rounded upper back rippled with defined muscles and a dip before that meaty, dumptruck ass. Even those chinos Coach wore on the sidelines didn't hide this beauty of a butt.
I was patient, far more patient than I expected. It was a solid ten minutes of massaging before my hands touched those muscle cheeks. But when they did, I heard a soft grunt from Coach.
"What do you think of giving me the full clean up, Matt?"
It wasn't an every session thing, but the requests were more frequent now. "Sure. Give me a minute?"
"Yeah."
His body was relaxed once more now, again almost sleeping when I returned with the heated wax and the supplies.
I tested a little on my wrist to make sure it was the right temp. I'd taught myself how to do this the right way. Methodically, I smeared the wax on the lightly furred daddy rump and immediately pressed the paper strip to it. And I applied one next to it.
Bradnt wasn't squeamish about getting his hairs pulled out. It stung a little but he knew what to expect, and he enjoyed the process.
I enjoyed it too, and I now had a full on hardon in my shorts, even as I approached this with workmanlike effort. I watched excitedly as the smooth skin emerged, soon it was the entire ass cheek of smooth muscle. I wiped it down with the aloe wipe then I ran my fingers over the silky-soft flesh before starting on the other side.
I wondered how many college ball fans has any idea about Brandt's proclivities.
"Looking real good, Coach," I said as I examined the now denuded ass. Somehow it looked rounder now. "How deep you want me to get in there?"
"All the way, Matty," he said softly.
This took more work, but I pried his buns apart and was super careful now. Coach Brandt's crack was gonna be completely smooth. I used a razor for the final strays around the pucker.
"Doing OK, Coach?" I asked. He'd been very quiet.
"Doing great, stud."
I wiped down and washed him off with a wet cloth. Brandt's ass was a work of art, I decided. I gave one cheek a kiss.
"Yes," the man hissed.
That was my cue. I pried the ass apart and dug in. There was nothing I loved more than fresh hole. It honestly may be why I hadn't clicked with guys, But Brandt loved it as I ate him out. His hole hairy was nice, but the smoothness was an extra turn on.
"I know you got other clients," he said as I reached the five minute mark of tonguing him.
"Not today, Coach," I said, pulling back. I swear to god that daddy pucker winked at me. "But I can move things along."
"Not on my account," he interjected. "Please. I'll put in some extra."
That surprised me. I found my clients didn't like to mention anything transactional about sex, especially during a massage. There was always the song and dance that I was just giving a massage, and the getting off was just some bonus fun between men. I mean, it was, but I massaged six or so men and each paid me a good chunk for the session.
I dove back in. I rooted deeper into the man. This was for me and my kink, but Brandt loved it. I wondered what his deal was. Married, conservative, family man with a need for dick once a week. I lucked out when his previous masseur moved away. A man like Brandt needs discretion and not only was I majorly discreet, I looked the part of a DL guy. A finance bro who was the right combo of friendly and standoffish. Coach didn't know I had a solid if open relationship with my boyfriend back in Boston. He didn't need to.
"Jesus, stud!" he gasped. He was surprised and more than a little excited by how into this I was. "You gotta get it in me."
I stood up and nodded. Time to give this new oil a trial run. I slicked up my boner. I rounded up to 8 inches, and I was pretty close, and thick too.
Brandt braced himself, gripping the table and tensing his back. But the entry went easily enough, the tightness of that coach hole giving way to my insistent prick. After clearing the breach, I slowly slid in deep and repositioned my body on top of his.
After the foreplay, it was a quick fuck. My gripping Coach's strong hands as I leveraged my dick in and out excitedly. Some men were more present in the act of mating, talking and responding with their full bodies, even beneath me. Coach Brandt just took it, letting out a soft "yes, yes," as a mantra, Stopping only when I got close to orgasm.
I kissed along his neck and felt the oil on his body slicken my torso up too. And the slickness around my cock felt incredible.
I fired hard and felt Brandt seize up in orgasm beneath me right after. It was hot as hell.
It took me longer to catch my breath and pull off, but my workman vibe kicked in. I wiped Brandt's crack and hole clean and then got another wash cloth to wipe down the excess oil and sweat. I pulled my shorts back on over my now sated dong. "Feel free to shower off, Nick." I gave his rump a soft pat.
The man got off the table in dreamy slowness. He had a grin on his handsome face. "You do good work, Matt."
He gave me an intent look and we paused. And in slow motion, we stepped up to each other. The kiss was soft and a surprise. A headfuck. I didn't picture Nick Brandt as the kissing type.
And just as quickly it was over. He seemed embarrassed as he stepped away and then ambled off to the adjacent bathroom. As Coach showered off, I cleaned things up. The sheet was soaked in his cum, so I had the satisfaction I'd gotten him off big.
I managed to slip on a T shirt, and go throw things in the laundry. I met him back in my hallway to see him fully clothed again, in that hoodie, looking like that familiar masculine presence the whole town venerated. He had an envelope. "A little Christmas bonus is in there, buddy. Thanks again."
"Thank you, Coach," I said. I offered my hand for a parting handshake, and I felt his strong grip.
"See you next week?" He asked.
"Anytime."
He grinned. "Maybe I'll have to add a session."
"You know I'd like that, Nick."
He didn't seem to want to let go. Instead he kind of pulled me into another kiss. I'd have to be up front with my boyfriend Kyle about this. We didn't have a rule against kissing during our side hookups, but I felt guilty because I enjoyed this kiss a little too much.
"All right," he hissed. His eyes met mine. "I gotta go."
"Yeah," I said.
The place felt empty and quiet when he left. I plopped on the couch and turned on the TV. I was tired now from the sex. I picked up the envelope and palmed the cash in there. Coach had been very generous.
****
It was the next day when I got a text out of the blue. "Hey, Coach Brandt gave me your number, said you had amazing hands."
I grinned. "You looking for a massage?"
"And how. Wasn't sure if you were taking on new clients."
I had told myself I wasn't looking for new clients, but it was hard to say no to the money. Besides this guy may just be wanting a massage. "Maybe. What's your availability?"
It was end of semester, so I didn't have as much time as I'd like. But I found a Tuesday time that seemed to work for the guy.
"My name's Drew by the way."
"I'll see you Tuesday, Drew."
I trusted Brandt to be discreet as hell, so I wasn't worried about that. The only thing that made me nervous was I felt committed with this new guy. Maybe he would be a kind of guy I just absolutely wasn't attracted to. I could give a handjob if so, but maybe he was coming with particular expectations.
But when I answered the door, I saw a familiar face. Assistant coach at the university, with a tall body to fit the type: thick neck, meathead looks, close cropped silvery hair. He was barrel chested and clearly in his 50s.
"Drew Elliott," he greeted. His hand grasp was even firmer than Brandt's.
I was pure professional, but had to hope that this beefy daddy would want sex, too. But as he got on the table face down, he pulled the sheet over those meaty buns demurely. So I went about my massage, focusing on the knots in his delts and lats.
"Um..." he said in his deep gravely voice. "Brandt told me to order the same thing he gets."
I'd been willing my dick down, but nothing would stop my bone now. It stood up in my sweat pants. "Um, yeah, we can do that," I replied. "Definitely."
I slid the sheet off. Brandt's ass was hotter in a way, but this was obscenely big and appealing in its aged meatiness. I gripped them, more in a greedy sexual caress than a massage.
"The whole treatment?" I asked for confirmation.
"The whole shebang, man," he replied, raising his upper body off the table a little. "Just go easy... it's been a while."
"Aye aye," I said and went to get the waxing supplies.
I decided this one was gonna be a freebie to Coach Elliott.
The hungry neighbor dad, finally free enough to start asking for what he wants, showing off what he wants pleasured. And what a sight to behold.
The shameless showoff sext had a simple caption: "Come split me open again". We both really relished slowly opening him up, methodically, appreciating every new sensation and reaction. All of the new favorites discovered were remembered to receive further care later.
Such peace and joy on his bearded face. He really takes pride in having a furry hole that feels made for my penis. When he was more confident he started asking for more. I remember an afternoon where it suddenly struck me that I was balls deep inside this man I had idolized for years. I really rode his brains out that day. Only after that did he understand the kind of passion I held for him.
My friendâs dad is weird. But I wouldnât have it any other way.
We discovered that we have the same raunchy interests, but what truly surprised me was the fact that he was a bottom; and what suprised me even more was the way he went about it. He wasnât submissive, always referring to his hole as a âmancuntâ around me, constantly talking about how his hole was always in heat.
âIt has a mind of its own, boy. You better watch out before it swallows âyer cock whole,â he said in his gruff, manly voice. I always tried to dismiss him, but man, his perfect winking donut hole was getting to me.
It all came to a head when I woke up one night with him bouncing on my dick in the living room with a black jockstrap and black boots. I was shocked, and tried to speak, but he put his beefy hand over my mouth shushed me so nobody else in the house could hear.
âI tried giving you signs, boy. I even told you how hungry my mancunt was. I couldnât stop it, it needed something thick and big stuffing it, so it found you,â he said in a teasing voice. I knew he just wanted an excuse to get me alone so he could use me as his personal dildo â but I canât say that I didnât want this. His butt-muscles were expertly stroking and devouring my cock, it felt amazing. I had never felt anything like this before, and if I had knew my friend had a big slut like this at his house, I would have been there everyday.
âFuck boy, seed me deep. I need that load, boy. Forget about my son, just focus on me and my mancunt. Feel how warm, tight, and hot it is? Itâs yours now, everyday, 24/7. A big, brawny stud like me in heat giving you his pussy to breed. Howâs that sound? Walking around town with your virile musky seed in me as a reminder that you own me, fuckkkâŠâ
He started to pick up the pace and I was barely holding on. At any moment I was due to erupt in his beefy ass, and he could definitely sense it.
âYes.. give me that pent up load, boy. Big âol fat cock for daddyâs use. Breeding me everyday, rearranging my insides. Fuck, daddyâs gonna cum too. Youâre gonna make daddy cum hands free, boy. Hitting that spot over and over again, fuck⊠my son does make good friendsâŠâ
I couldnât hold it anymore as I shot deep into my friendâs dadâs stocky ass. A wave of euphoria came over me, and quickly died down when I realized what I had just done. I just fucked my friendâs dadâs ass while his entire family was sleeping. Even worse, his dad is married. Am I a home-wrecker now?
But quickly those post-nut clarity thoughts vanished as I looked to the side of me and saw his dad wiggling his beefy butt playfully, winking his abused mancunt at me.
It was early in the morning, around 9am. I was relaxing on the sofa, unwinding after a stressful college semester. I turned on the television only to find nothing interesting to watch, so I just got on my phone and started texting my friends. âI wonder what theyâre up to,â I said to myself.
Just as I had that thought, my uncle came into the living room. I had always looked up to him my entire life, but recently, I had started seeing him in a different light. He has this commanding musk thatâs hard to ignore â one that makes you just want to rip the clothes off him and fuck his beefy ass. And man, did he have a beefy, round ass. But I refrained, for obvious reasons. I mean, heâs my uncle.
But it seems he thought otherwise. I think he knew I was into him and wanted to get his hands on my 8 incher, teasing me every opportunity he got. Today was no different. âGood morning, boy.â He said, scratching his ass. He then sniffed his fingers, which I could smell all the way from the soda, and I swore I could hear a subtle moan. I didnât dare speak as I watched the scene unfold in-front of me.
He then proceeded to sit next to me, unbearably close, as I could start to feel his pheromones start to affect me. âWhatâs on the television,â he said. âNothing interesting,â I quickly replied back. I looked back down at my phone again, trying to block out the scene in-front of me, but I could see from the corner of my eye my uncle staring at me intently. He wanted something.
âDid âya get any pussy this semester?â The question was so out of the blue I almost jumped out of my seat, why on earth would he ask something like that? âNo,â I replied. âCmon, you can be honest with me. I know you at-least got some,â he said in his deep, teasing voice. âYou know I put my academics first before anything, uncle.â
âThatâs a shame, boy,â He said. He paused for a minute and looked into my eyes deeply. I pretending to be uninterested and looked back down into my phone again, but this time he wanted my full, undivided attention. He leaned into me, burly chest touching my shoulder and said something that had my cock at full mast in a matter of seconds.
âI know a pussy that you should fuck. Itâs hairy, a little musky, but it grips like hell, boy. Itâs insatiable, always throbbing and leaking. Itâs always horny for thick, hard cock pounding it. Best part, you donât need any lube. Itâs self lubricating. Once you try it, you wonât be able to go back to any other pussy.â
âYou know whoâs pussy that is, boy?â
I was flushed, the words escaped my train of thought. All I could do was shake my head no.
âThat would be your uncleâs musky pussyâ he said to me, leaning into my ear even more and gripping his fat beefy muscular ass.
I couldâve almost came right there and then, but I had to refrain. I tried to play it cool, but my cock was betraying me. I needed to breed my uncle and tame his insatiable pussy. He started to slowly pull down his jeans, revealing his swamp ass.
âI need you to get rid of your uncleâs itch, boy. Fuck me good and proper with that big dick of yours. I want this room to smell like mansex when weâre done here. I want you to claim me and mark your load on me so that when we go out everybody can smell that Iâm permanently yours, always there to take that cock and serve you. Fuck, I canât wait any longer â I need you to breed me. Get me pregnant with your kids. Get that dick in this musky trench NOW.â
I smiled as I lined up my cock with his beefy eager ass. I knew that this summer break was going to be a good one.
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