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I was nearly asleep on the steam room bench when I looked up and saw him standing over me, the sweat from his hairy body dripping down on my face.
“Hey, man. Sorry to wake you. A dude over there told me you’re the faggot who takes cock around here.”
“Yep, that would be me. The gym fag.”
“Sweet. So you’ll suck me off in here?”
“Yep.”
“You swallow?”
“Every last drop.”
“What if I want to fuck you?”
“That’s always an option, though I prefer to do that in a shower stall. Less chance of getting busted.”
“Cool. Can I cum up your ass?”
“I’d be disappointed if you didn’t.”
“Awesome. Do you care that I’m married?”
“Not at all. Actually, it makes me want your cum even more.”
“Hot!”
“Look, man. I’ve got another guy coming by in 20 minutes. Which do you want? Suck or fuck?”
“I want to fuck. Definitely.”
“Popular choice. I’ll meet you in the showers. Last stall. Leave the curtain cracked.”
Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.
Ah... fuck yeah... bend over and let me get my rod riding that ass!
“You want to suck me here?” he asked tentatively while slipping the car into park.
“Yeah, this is perfect,” I assured him.
“I’m sorry to be so nervous. I’ve never done this before,” he stammered. That was obvious.
I’ve been sucking cock at this same running trail for years. I learned in college that even straight guys love busting a load down a faggot’s throat after a long run. It’s the ultimate endorphin release.
I’ve had my eye on this hairy, bearded hottie for months. When I saw the wedding band, I knew he would be a challenge. But I love a challenge.
I’ve got a reputation as an easy cocksucker, as I’m always loitering in the parking lot off the trailhead. He had witnessed me jumping in and out of parked cars, so it was no mystery as to why I was there. I just had to wait for him to come to me. They always do.
“You . . . uh . . . free now?” he asked me yesterday as he had just come off the trail. Fuck, he looked hot. Sweat was glistening off his hairy bod and collecting in his chest hair as he attempted to dry himself with the t-shirt he carried. I nodded and followed him to his car. His athletic shorts were already tenting.
“I . . . I can’t do this here,” he stated nervously. “Is there anywhere else we can go?” I nodded and told him to drive up the road, that I knew a secluded spot near the old railroad depot. He parked the car where I showed him, and I soon had his big, hairy cock down my throat. His bush and balls were musty from his run. He apologized, but I assured him it’s a turn-on.
“FUCK, your mouth feels good,” he moaned as I deep throated him to his balls. “Where’d you learn to suck a dick like that?” I popped off and quickly told him I’d been in a fraternity. “Damn. Makes me wish I’d gone Greek,” he lamented.
He put his hand on the back of my head as I bobbed up and down on his big cock. I felt a blast of cum hit the back of my throat as he roared, “Holy FUCK . . . Yeah . . . Keep going . . . Yeah, fucking swallow my load, dude.”
He was quiet for a full minute as I kept his softening cock down my throat. He then exhaled and said, “Damn, man. That was the best fucking head I’ve ever had.” I was still licking his big cock clean when he reached over and slid his hand down the back of my shorts. As his finger found my puckered hole, he asked, “You ever take it up the ass?” When I told him yes, he immediately said, “Damn, I’d love to fuck you after my run tomorrow. I’ll bring a condom.”
I laughed and told him I prefer raw, and that he can cum up my ass. His cock was instantly hard again. Sliding down my shorts, I straddled him and soon had him balls deep in my ass. “Fuck, man,” he moaned as his head rolled back in ecstasy. “You’re making it really hard for me to go back home to my wife.”
Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.
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Ahhh....
My mom always said that Uncle Barry refused to grow up. From what I gathered, listening to my parents talk about my father’s youngest sibling, he was a roustabout and a bit of a free spirit. He’d lived all over the country, never holding down a job for more than a few months at a time. Every so often he would show up on our doorstep looking for a place to stay. Mom hated when he did that, but I was always excited. I thought Uncle Barry was the coolest.
We hadn’t heard from him for a while before he knocked on our door that summer afternoon, two large bags of stuff at his side. Before he could ask to stay, though, my mom gleefully informed him that we were leaving for the beach the next day. He looked really bummed, but then my dad shocked us all by inviting him to come along. I’d never seen Mom so angry! Of course, I was thrilled beyond words.
The truth was, I’d become quite the horny little fucker in the time since I’d last seen Uncle Barry, and only now did I appreciate what a good-looking guy he was. All that week I stared at his half-naked body on the beach, taking in his broad shoulders, his smooth oiled skin that made an ‘S’ curve down his back, and the mounds of his plump, firm ass. His front side was even nicer—a broad, hairy chest; the sides of his firm stomach which disappeared into his nylon swim trunks.
By the end of the week Barry was tanned to a golden brown, and I was so horny from looking at him that I though I might go crazy. When my parents went down to the water with my little sisters, I stayed behind to watch him sun bathe out of the corner of my eye. I fixated on the bouncy mound of his cock, which seemed to move with the changes in temperature. When a cool breeze passed, it scrunched up. Then the sun beamed down, and it fattened and lengthened. At one point his dick fattened so visibly that I thought it might poke out the leg of his trunks.