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Fine Mexican paisa from Laveen, AZ.

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…if only…

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My Love! Sexy Papi Mando! He is the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen, thick in all the right places, older, Mexican and just straight up FINE

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I’m so greedy 🙊💦

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‪Little 19 year old boy came back for some more dick 😈 The big bad wolf fucked him good GRRRRRR 🐺 Pt. 2/2

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From the Grocery Store to my bedroom: a straight college buddy fucks me again

I got home from work this past Friday and realized I needed to pick some stuff up from the store for the weekend. Luckily there is a grocery store one block from my apartment so it is an easy walk there. I started to stock up my cart and was almost ready to leave when I saw a guy I recognized. It took me a second but I realized he was a dude I hooked up with a few times in college, Colin. I remembered him well. He was one of the first guys I fucked at college freshman year. He was on the DL but lived in the floor above me for the single semester I lived in the dorms. I fucked a lot of guys off-campus my Freshman year, but he was one of the few I fucked in my dorm room. He was on the DL, but because he lived only a floor above me, I could text him and have him in my room quickly if my roommate ever left. My roommate at the time was kind of a dick, and had a girlfriend who was also kind of a dick. We did not get along as it was, so I avoided confrontation by not bringing many guys back to my dorm. So it was a lot of sneaking around, and being nearby, this guy was my go-to. I remembered he had a serious girlfriend at the time, Chelsea, who clearly did not know he fucked the slutty gay boy downstairs. He had a great cock though, and stamina to boot. He sure didn’t seem straight when he was inside me, but who knows. Anyways, he was looking good as ever. Still in great shape; great fashion sense; tall, white, handsome. we made eye contact in the bread aisle, he clearly recognized me immediately. He started to blush and stumbled with his words. I broke the awkward tension,

“Hey Colin! Oh my god its been so long!”

“Hey man, yeah its been a minute. Whats going on?” We caught up for a few minutes. He told me he married Chelsea a year or so ago and that they just bought a house nearby. I congratulated him and we continued with what was some pretty awkward small talk. We hung out socially and I knew Chelsea, but we were secret fuck buddies first and foremost, so it was weird just dancing around that subject. In my mind though, all I could think about was fucking him again. He looked so damn good. He asked, “where are you living these days?”

“I live literally a block away. You can see it from here. Its a pretty cool apartment. It has a nice view.” 

“Good for you man, I am happy for you!” He said. Then there was an awkward moment of silence. All of a sudden, my horniness took over and I said, 

“Want to come check it out? Like I said its just across the street.” He blushed again and smiled and looked down. 

“I can’t man. I have to get back to the wife…” He said. We weren’t saying it, but there was an obvious conversation going on between the lines. I asked if he wanted to fuck me like old times, and he responded that he couldn’t because he was married now. He sounded serious, but there was just a hint of disappointment that he had to say it. 

“No worries. Maybe another time. You would love it.” 

“Yeah possibly! Invite Chelsea and I for dinner sometime….” Again, to translate, I told him he should come fuck me sometime in the future, and that he would love it. He replied that he couldn’t fuck me, again, because he had a wife. I got the point. I acquiesced, and played out the song and dance by saying, 

“Sounds good. Dinner it is. Do you have the same number?” 

“Yep! Have a good one man.” He rushed off, still blushing. I sighed in frustration, and headed to the checkstand. As I was walking out the door across the street to my apartment, all I could think about was getting fucked by him. I wanted his big dick just one more time, at the very least. I knew it probably wouldn’t happen, but I thought I would try one more time. As I got to my apartment, I went through my contacts and found Colin’s number and sent the following (Address is fake on Tumblr to maintain my privacy):

“In case you change your mind: 184 15th Street, Apartment 554″

I waited a few minutes, but didnt get a response. I figured I was being too pushy and gave up. I set my phone down and put the groceries away. I then sat down on my couch to relax for a bit. 

10 minutes later, I got a knock on my door. My heart leapt from my chest. It couldnt be…

I opened the door and Colin was standing there, holding a bag of groceries. He was blushing, and looked embarrassed. 

“I am really glad you came by… come inside.” I said. He walked in somewhat sheepishly, and set down his bag of groceries. 

“Here it is!” I said. He was pretty quiet. I told him to have a seat on the couch. I could tell he really wanted this, but wanted me to take the lead. I wanted to fuck him so bad I had no problem with it. I turned on the TV and put my hand on his upper thigh. He looked at me, smiled, blushed, and put his head down. 

“Don’t be shy baby. This isn’t our first time…” I said to him.

“I know. I just haven’t been with any guys since I got married to Chelsea, but I think about it every day.” 

“Well I won’t tell a soul…” I said to him as I slowly moved onto his lap so I was straddling him. I started grinding my hips on his crotch and said, 

“You’ve thought about fucking boy pussy?” I said lustily as I grinded on him harder. He nodded. 

“Are you gonna fuck my tight anal hole?” He nodded again. He then got overwhelmed with lust and grabbed the back of my head and we started making out. He shoved his tongue deep into my mouth. I unbuttoned his shirt and felt his beautiful ivory muscles. I played with his nipples a bit as he grabbed my ass. I slid to the floor and unbottoned his pants, all the while maintaining eye contact. Without breaking that eye contact, I pulled his cock out and put it into my mouth. I began deepthroating and aggressively sucking his cock. All the way down. He is a nice 8.5″ and thick, so deepthroating is no easy feat. 

He promptly flipped me around and pulled down my pants to the knees. He spit on his dick a few times then pressed the raw tip against my hole. Then he pushed in and lots of memories of dorm fucking came flying back. It made me so turned on. He slowly pushed in and moaned while saying, 

“Holy fuck I have wanted this for so long….” 

He went in all the way then let out a shudder. 

“Fuck me like we were in college baby…” I said. 

“I am gonna fuck you harder than I fuck Chelsea…” He said. It was nasty, and I loved it. He pounded away on the couch in doggystyle. Then he flipped me around for missionary. His cock slid nicely in and out of my hole. He was fucking loving it. He pounded me like a repressed gay, taking out years of sexual frustration on my eager butthole. He put me on my side and continued. He gave me nice, long strokes. Next, he sat on the couch and asked if I wanted to ride his cock. I stood on the floor in front of him and turned around for reverse cowgirl. I put my palms on the floor and started to ride his big cock, while he sat back and enjoyed. I spanked my ass a few times and spread my cheeks wide so he could see it all. I rode like an animal, then spun around and straddled him for regular cowgirl. We made out as I rode his dick. I leaned back and put my hands back on the floor and just slid up and down with my hips. It was intensely pleasurable for both. His head was back, as was mine. We were both moaning and swearing and I talking dirty. It was JUST like old times, only I was far more experienced. He could tell. It took less time than normal to cum. Before he did, he asked, 

“Where do you want my load?” 

“Wherever your wife wont let you put it….” I said with a smile as I continued to bounce on his cock. He laughed and said, 

“Okay, your face then…” 

I hopped off and got to my knees immediately. He stood up and jerked off for a few seconds before a big, hot load came flying over my face. I laughed and told him how much I loved it. He finished cumming and cleaned up a bit. 

“That was just what I needed. But it was a one time thing.”

“Of course, of course.” I replied. “But if you change your mind, you know where to find me…” He shook his head and said, “seriously.” I nodded and said, “I know I’m sorry.” We laughed and he said, “thanks though. That was great.” I said “sure” and led him to the door. 

I knew for a fact from the minute he walked out that it wouldn’t be the last time we fucked. You could just tell in how much he enjoyed being inside my ass and cumming on my face that he wouldn’t be able to resist. 

And of course, I was right. Not one hour ago, Colin texted me. “I am at the store…” is all the text read. I am working from home today so I replied, 

“Come over.” 20 minutes later, I was sucking his cock in my living room. He fucked me again, and it was better than last Friday. He just left not long ago, and I immediately pulled out my computer to fill you all in. I think I found a new regular thing.  

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Watching the Quarterback and Lineman Hookup in the Locker Room

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My Step-Brother Uses my Mouth

Note: This story contains the use of the word “fag.” Do not read if it offends you!

When I found out my parents were getting divorced, I was devastated. Being 15, life was already hard, and this was just making it even harder. I couldn’t understand why after 15 years of marriage, they decided to call it quits.

My dad moved out fairly quickly and took my older brother with him. My sister and I ended up staying with our mother. What was even quicker was how my dad seemed to have moved on with his love live. It was only 6 months later that he had a new woman in his life. Her name was Susan and she had moved into his house along with her 18 year old son Matt. Because I felt that he was betraying my mom, I didn’t take too kindly to her.

Matt on the other hand was a different story. I had a love/hate relationship with him. He was sexy as hell. He was 5'8 and had short brown hair. I loved to watch him walk around shirtless because he had a nice 6 pack from wrestling. His wrestling singlet showed off all his assets and I loved to see him at the High School matches. However, Matt was the asshole kid in school that called me a fag all the time. He made my life hell and I hated him and my dad for that.

It was the end of the school year and summer will starting. Normally I look forward to the summer months, but since my parents were separated, they require that we both spend time at each other houses. I wasn’t looking forward to spending a whole month and a half at my dads house. Especially since I was going to have to share a room with Matt.

Sharing a room with him was torturous in many ways. He bothered me all the time and loved to go through my shit. This wouldn’t bother me as much if I didn’t find him so attractive. I knew he was straight because I got kicked out of the room every time he brought a girl over. They’d be in there for an hour or so and she’s always leave with her hair messed. I occasionally saw his morning wood and ass when he’d go shower in the morning. He caught me looking a couple of times and would always have some smart ass comment to say. Although he was an asshole, I would have blown him in a heartbeat! And one night, I got my chance.

It was a Friday night and I was home alone. My evil stepmother and the rest of the “family” had gone on a weekend trip to the beach. My dad had begged me multiple times to come with them, but I declined. There was no way I was going to be stuck in a car with them for 6 hours. It was around 1 a.m. when I heard the front door open. I had fallen asleep on the couch in my boxer briefs. I open my eyes to see Matt stumbling through the front door. He was clearly drunk and had probably been at a party with a bunch of other underage students. “What’s up fuck face?” He asked.

“Clearly I was sleeping before your drunk ass came in” I replied. I was quite annoyed that he had woken me up. He grabbed the remote and sat down on the couch next to me. He started flipping through channels. He came to a girls gone wild commercial and stopped. “Those girls are hot as fuck! But you wouldn’t know anything about that would you fag?”

I was already pissed and that comment made it worse. “That’s funny coming from a guy who rolls around with other men wearing nothing but latex!” He got pissed and got up. “You calling me gay?! I could still beat your ass any day. But you’d like that huh fag? I bet you get jealous watching me roll around with those guys huh? I bet you wish I would flip you on your back and stick my dick in your face huh?”

As much as I wanted to say yes, I wasn’t sure how he’d react. I also was getting turned and didn’t want him to see. All I could reply with was “Fuck you!”

He moved the coffee table to the side and took his shirt off. “Come get some fag.”

I didn’t know what to say or do. I was both horny and scared at the same time. I didn’t have much time to react because he grabbed my ankles and pulled me onto the ground. He got on top of me and starting putting me into different wrestling positions. Every time I got out of one of the moves, he’d put me in another. I am pretty strong, but he was definitely stronger. I kept telling him to get off me, but it wasn’t like I didn’t like it.  He was getting sweaty and it was making his chest glisten.

After about 10 minutes of wrestling, I had lost a lot of energy and he was finally able to pin me. His knees were on my arms and he was kneeling over me. He had his arms on his hips and was panting heavily. “See, all fags eventually submit!” He was very proud of being able to pin me.

“Fine, you win. Get the fuck off me!” I replied.

“Not a chance fag.” He replied. All of a sudden I saw a twitch in his pants. And then I realize that he is starting to get a boner. “Wrestling always gives me raging boner and it needs to be taken care of! Since there’s no girls here to do it, I guess you’ll have to do. It wouldn’t be the first time a fag blew me.”

I just laid there shocked at what I was hearing. I didn’t have much time to react because he started unbuttoning his pants and pulling down the zipper. He openes his fly and I saw the head of his cock sticking above his boxer briefs. He pulled his briefs down underneath his balls. His cock fell out and hit me on my face. It was leaking precum.

“Open your mouth fag” he commanded. I did as he said, still shocked it was happening. He slid the head of his cock into my mouth and didn’t stop until he felt the back of my throat. I gagged and he chuckled at me. “That’s a good fag” he said. He continued to do it a couple more times until my eyes began to water and saliva started to run down the side of my face.

“I thought you’d be able to take a dick better fag!” he laughed. “Stick out your tongue!” I did as he commanded and he smacked the head of cock on my tongue. He was rock hard and drops of precum were leaking onto my tongue. It tasted salty, but sweet. I attempted to lick more from his cock but he’d smack my face when I tried it.

“I knew you’d like this. You want more of my cock fag?” He asked. I nodded my head and was instantly rewarded. He grabbed the back of my head and forced me onto his cock. I began to gag some more, but that didn’t stop him. He forced my head down on his cock over and over again. I started to breathe through my nose and it helped a bit.

“You’re a great cocksucker fag!” he said as he let go of my head. “Definitely better than the last one I had. You’re getting me close to blowing my load. You going to be a good lil fag and swallow it all?” All I could do was nod my head as I tried to catch my breath. He must have really liked that answer because I saw his cock throb hard.

He leaned over me and slid his cock back into my mouth. He started thrusting his hips and fucking my face. He began to moan and thrust harder, his balls slapping my chin. I felt his cock getting bigger in my mouth as he screamed “I’m going to fucking cum!” Then he flooded my mouth with his load! I swallowed as much as I could before I started to gag. Some came out mouth and even a little through my nose.

He slowly pulled out of my mouth, panting and moaning. “Damn fag, you really know how to work a cock!” He leaned back on his thighs, still sitting on top of me. I was amazed that his cock was still hard after that load.

“Are you finally going to stop giving me a hard time now?” I asked after I finally caught my breath.

He replied “Depends, I’m not done with you…”

[thuggishthugs]

Thug Reunion

Hey ! I’m Z. I’m 24 now, but this story is about my first time with a HELLA hot thug from my high school. His name is Josh. He is HELLA hot. So here is the story.

one afternoon after work I found that I had a letter from my high school. I graduated 4 years ago. They were throwing a reunion, to see how people are doing and crap like that. Well I decided to go, but I wasn’t going to change anything about myself. I was going to dress normal, and not put up any fronts, trying to make people think I have changed so much. I was going to be me.

On Saturday night. I walked into my high school gym. I was wearing cargo pants, and a long black T-shirt. I scanned the room. Everyone looked the same. it was hella trippy, it was like an old high school party. In the corner I saw Josh standing there, sipping on a drink. He was wearing white sagging cargo pants, and a long black t-shirt with a black jacket. Like usual he was wearing a due rag under his hat, it was backwards. he was one hella hot thug. I walked over to him.

“wow sup z! how the hell are you?”

“i’m chillin bro, you?”

I just wanted to screw him right there, but i contained myself.

“I’ll be back in a few bro”

I stepped outside . I needed one after that. I lit up and suddenly felt a tap on my shoulder. it was josh.

“fuckin aye dude, i didn’t know you smoked”

“yea. I have been ” he laughed and stretched. showing his boxers. He was one of those guys who sags his pants HELLA low. I think that is hot. anyway.

“dude can I bum one from you, I hella need one after this. I get real stressed at theeese things”

“fo sho, i feel ya” he lit up and slowly inhaled. it was how, the smoke billowed out from his full lips.

“Thanks bro.” he smiled.

then josh looked over and wispered.

“you wanna go under the bleachers and smoke a jay”

we went under the bleachers and toked away. I was getting really high.

“dude im fuckin blazed!” I felt a tightening in my pants. i was getting horney. I qucikly pulled my shirt over the buldge to hide it.

“pass the drink over this way” josh said. as I leaned to get the drink my shirt moved and my erect was visible throgh my pants. I didn’t think josh noticed.

“getting excited there dude” then he smirked.

“haha kinda.” i replyed

“yea. I think your hella hot josh. I have wanted to jump you since freshman year.” I don’t know why i was telling him this. maybe i was more stoend then I thought.

“not here bro folow me.”

josh led me into the football locker room. he pushed me against the wall and and said. “ ok Z, i want you to suck me off aight”

I was so excited. but i maintained my cool

“aight dawg. let me have it.” Josh pulled up his pants a bit, but they were still sagging hella low. then he unzipped his pants and whiped out his 9 inch cut . “suck it Z, suck it bitch” wow he is forceful. but i listened. I practicaly jumped all over it. sucking hard and he started humping my face. fast. then all of a sudden he took off his shirt. revealing his perfect body. HELLA toned and shit. he bent me over and pulled my pants down. i was sagging low too so he didn’t even have to take off my pants. he then just with notice he slowly rammed it in me. I screamed then just started following his rhythm. we must have been in there for 2 hour.

“ohhh fuck dawg, this is so fucking hot.”

I was just moaning and groaning. He lit up a cigerette while he was ramming me. Finally he cummed. my ass was full of his man juices. but i liked it. he wiped himself off then. smiled.

“dude that was hella sick! your good at that.” then he slapped my back and strutted off. i pulled up my pants and went back to the renunion. for the rest of the evening Josh was making sexual inuendos towards me. the night endend. and i went home and beat off again thinking about josh ramming me. Lets just say i never missed a reunion. The thug I was hot for, had me in the bathroom. and I fucking creamed. ahhh shit dude it was hot

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Real Estate Deal

“This is the last apartment on our list,” Mike explained, as he unlocked the door.

The two men walked into the apartment and began looking around. Mike pointed at the walls and Damien’s eyes followed. “As you can see the walls were repainted very recently: it’s a warmer color, but you can feel free to change it. The flooring was completely ripped out and redone last summer. It’s now a wood laminate, which is easier to clean than hardwood. You’re a career guy, you probably don’t have time to be down on your hands and knees polishing, right?”

Damien nodded and smiled. “I’d prefer not to.”

Mike smiled back, a realtor’s smile. “Follow me and I’ll show you the master bedroom.”

The master bedroom was spacious. It was outfitted with a queen-sized bed, a big black dresser, and dual nightstands but still managed to feel roomy. It also had big east facing windows that let in a lot of sunlight. “If you have to be up in the morning, just leave those blinds open and I guarantee you will be up.”

Damien looked around, his hands in his pockets. His big watch sitting on his big wrist. “What about the furnishings?”

“Excuse me?” Mike asked.

“The furnishings. The bed, dresser…do they come with the place?” Damien asked.

Mike licked his lips. “They’re just here for the showings, but a purchase could be negotiated.”

“Good. I don’t have a lot of time for furniture shopping. The more complete this place is when I buy the better.”

“So you’re considering making an offer then?” Mike asked.

Damien shrugged. “Maybe. I want to be wined and dined a little first. Tell me about the area.”

“Quiet for the most part. There’s a prep school three blocks down and the kids can be kids when they get out around 3, but the school is usually good about moving them along. Otherwise, your noise level should be very low. There’s a great breakfast spot up the street, a lot of the residents on this block frequent it. This area is a slice of serenity in the chaos of the city, but if you want to go looking for a good time there are bars and nightclubs within walking distance.”

“I noticed the condo association fees are a little high for this area, why is that?”

Mike’s tongue flicked out over his lips again. “Indoor heated pool available year-round. Complimentary storage. A group rate on renter’s insurance. This association is incredibly strong so you’re paying for quality.”

There was a hint of sweat on the ridge of Mike’s forehead just underneath his expensive haircut.

“Paying for quality,” Damien repeated. “Can I speak plainly with you, Mike?”

“Absolutely.”

“Do you want to close this sale?”

“I do.”

“Then suck my dick.”

Mike laughed. Damien did not.

“You’re kidding, right?” Mike said.

“I’m not hurting for money, Mike. You have my financials, you know I don’t need to buy this place. I can go further uptown and get a place twice the price and half the charm. I want to buy but like I said, I need to be wined and dined a little. I want to be impressed. Do you want to impress me?” Mike lowered his zipper as he spoke and just left it hanging open like a question mark.

Mike started to lick his lips but stopped halfway. “The agency…”

“Doesn’t have to know how you closed the deal. Or how you secured my repeat business. I’m shopping for office space soon, it’d be nice to do it with a familiar agency and a friendly face,” Damien explained. “This could be good for you, Mike.”

Damien’s thick fingers reached into the open fly of his dress pants and fished out his half-hard cock. It jumped a little as Mike looked at it. He glanced out the window and then back at Damien whose hands were back in his pockets.

Mike took a few steps forward and reached out to touch Damien’s cock. Even half-hard it was very big.

“On your knees,” Damien said calmly.

Mike went down on his knees on the laminate floor.

“Keep your mouth closed for a minute. I’ll tell you when to suck me off,” Damien said, and proceeded to take a hand out of his pocket and use it to guide his dick over Mike’s closed lips. He rubbed his hardening cock over Mike’s lips and the realtor stared at it.

“Open. A little.”

Mike did. He opened his mouth a little and Damien forced the fat head of his circumcised dick into Mike’s mouth.

“Lick,” Damien commanded. “Softly.”

Mike licked Damien’s dickhead as tentatively as he could. His tongue quivered over and around it, bathing the fat head in his spit. He could taste the salty precum seeping from Damien’s piss-slit.

“Cocksucker,” Damien whispered. “Cocksucker.

Hold the head in your mouth.”

So Mike did. He trapped the head of Damien’s fat cock between his lips while Damien jerked off. Mike looked up and Damien used his free hand to push his head back down.

“Don’t look at me, cocksucker. Just work my dick.”

Damien jerked off furiously and Mike just kneeled in front of him and licked his dickhead. He held it steady as Damien tugged the shaft and with each thrust threatened to pull it out of his mouth.

“Do you want my money?” Damien asked. “Do you want my cum?”

Mike closed his eyes. He didn’t answer, couldn’t with a dick in his mouth.

Damien grunted and pulled his dick out of Mike’s mouth. He started cumming on Mike’s face and the realtor only had time to close his eyes before the first splashes started hitting his nose, forehead, lips, and chin. Damien shot a prolific load and it went on long after Mike had guessed it would finish. He opened his eyes when it was over. He looked down at the streaks of jizz across his hundred dollar shirt, dripping down onto his even more expensive pants, down onto the faux-wood flooring.

Damien cleared his throat and stuffed his still hard dick back into his pants.

“I’ll come by the office to sign the papers tomorrow afternoon,” Damien said.

Mike wiped the cum off of his lips with the back of his hand. “I’ll be there. Thank you.”

Mike then added, “and we can talk about that office space.”

“Of course,” Damien said. “I can show myself out.”

“Alright.”

Mike stayed there, kneeling on the floor, long after Damien had gone. His dick was so hard in his pants.

[thuggishthugs]

My Man's Thug Lover1

 12 noon I came walking in from work. On a normal work day I wouldn’t be expected to be home til 5pm, but I was feeling flu like symptoms at work, so the office allowed me to leave early. When I walked through the front door, I was surprised to see my boyfriend’s car parked in the drive, as he also works a 9 to 5. I dismissed it on the idea he may’ve gotten a ride from one of his girlfriends, or maybe he’d come home for lunch or something. I didn’t both to call his name as I didn’t feel the energy to shout through the 2 story townhouse i owned. I walked into the kitchen to pour myself a tall glass of O.J. so I could take 2 aspirin before downing nearly an entire bottle of Nyquil and hit the bed. On my way up the steps I could have sworn I heard something. I paused on the stairs and listened for a moment. I could definitely hear something, but I wasn’t sure what it was. I crept up the steps quietly with my ear cocked to the sound, determined to find out what and where that noise was coming from. At the top of the stairs, the sound became apparent. I stood in front of the closed door to the master bedroom, listening to the squeaking sounds of my mattress/ headboard slamming against the wall. I pushed the unlocked door open in dramatic flare, and caught my boyfriend on his back getting his ass pulverized by one of the street thugs that the neighborhood watch were constantly calling the police on. Jman (my man) was on his hands and knees, his plump ass raised high in the air as the street thug held them in his grimy hands, watching his thick dick slap and slide in and out of him. Neither one of them noticed me as Jman was busy getting the life fucked out of him, and the street thug reeled in his sweet juices like a kid in a candy store. Then I heard Jman’s voice, screaming filth in a passion I’d heard before.

“FUCK ME! FUCK MY NASTY ASS D-MONEY! MAKE ME CUM LIKE MY MAN!!    That’s when I lost it. I charged into the room like a rhino, dropping my orange juice and Nightquil all over the plush white carpet. D-Money (or whatever his name) turned to me in complete surprise. I clocked him in his chin, knocking him over, and OUT of my man’s cunt. He slammed into the night stand, smashing the lamp in the process. Jman spun around. Seeing his lover smack into the wall, he screamed my name, even as he was scrambling to his feet. The look on my face must’ve terrified him, as he ran into the adjoining bathroom, and locked himself in.    D-Money steady himself. He was on his feet quicker than I anticipated. He looked to be about 49 or 50 if he was a day over 51. He was a light golden brown skin, with barely any facial hair. His lips were full and sensuous. His eyes biddy dark. His body was full and thick muscular, like he liked to run ball or something. His stomach sported rippling muscles that formed a complete six pack. His crotch was covered in dark soft looking curly hairs, and his dick (which was still semi-hard) hung thickly, bobbing up and down between his solid thighs. His fist was the last thing I saw as he came charging at me with all the force of a bull. His punches landed on me in a series of lunges that sent me hurling into the bathroom door. I was slipping somewhere in a semi-conscious state, when I heard him yell to Jman to "open the fuckin door!”    Jman came out reluctantly. he was still nervous and quivering at being caught red handed having an affair. “This the muthafuka you wuz tellin me about?” I heard him ask, his voice revealing his lack of education. “Yes.” Jman spoke, his voice sounding muffled as he held his hands over his mouth to control his sobbing. “He don’t look all that tough to me.” he said, sizing me up as I laid on the floor, slow to recover. “So THIS da nigga you had me sneaking out da back door for huh?” he asked, bending over to examine my face. “He looks a baby to me.” “He’s 22.” Jman said defensively. I was only 8 years younger then him. “SHIT-” D-Money exclaimed, “he’s 2 years older then my sister!” Jman didn’t comment on that. D-Money picked me up, and dragged me over to the bed. He helped me up, then bitch slapped me backwards, I crashed onto the bed like a fallen meteor. “What you going to do to him?” Jman asked, sounding concerned. “I’m gonna show him what we been doing every friday when his ass is at work.”    D-Money told Jman to get up on the bed, and to squat down over my face. Jman didn’t want to, but D-Money told him again, this time in a sterner tone. Jman (whom was obviously a little scared of D-Money) obeyed, and proceeded to climb on board. I was barely able to open my eyes, and see his slightly trimmed ass hovering over my face. On D-Money’s command, he lowered himself until his privates were resting on my face. I turned my head, and tried to push him up off me, when D-Money kicked my leg, and ordered me to eat my man’s ass. I scarfed at the command, defying the power hungry delinquent. D-Money grabbed me by the collar, pulling me up to seated position, and pimp slapped me til I saw stars. Then he shoved me back onto my back, and ordered Jman to smother me with his ass.    Jman’s ass landed smack dab on my mouth. My breathing cavities were all temporarily closed off, as Jmam took him at his word, and tried to suffocate me. Instinctively, my tongue shot forth from my lips, and I could taste the sweet salty juices of Jman’s ass that I’d become so addicted to over the past 3 years. My hands reached up and grabbed hold of his hips, pulling him down harder to my lips. I couldn’t get over the sweet salty taste of my man’s ass. My dick was becoming bone hard in my pants. Jman began to respond by rubbing himself back and forth across my face. I could feel my pants being pulled down my legs and off my feet in one swoop, I knew it had to be D-Money. My average medium sized dick stood from my hairy crotch at a 10 o'clock angile. D-Money stood between my spread legs, and pulled Jman forward. I could feel his chest sliding across my stiff dick. D-Money grabbed his head, and shoved Jmans mouth onto his dick. I heard Jman’s muffled sucking sounds, I was sure he’d vomit at the taste of his own juices that was undoubtedly still smeared all over his woody. I laughed to myself, even as I continued to lick at his ass, at least I wasn’t the only one being humiliated.    After getting D-Money’s dick good and wet, Jman was allowed to suck my dick, which had been smearing pre-cum all over his chest. I felt my legs being raised up unusually high for a blowjob. That’s when I felt D-Money leaning on the bed between my widely spread asscheeks. “No! OH HELL NO!” I screamed into Jman’s ass. D-Money took his steely hard rod, and jammed it up into my asshole.“AAAAAARRRRRRRHHHHHHHHHHHGG!!!!” “Shut da fuck up muthafuka, and take dat shit like a Man!” D-Money yelled. His dick jammed more than half way up into my moist from sweet hole. I became violent, trying to push both Jman and his lover off me. D-Money gripped me up by the balls and twisted them, causing me to squirm, but to settle down back into place. “Thas right muthafuka…….I’ll twist em off!” he said. Jman had abandoned sucking my now limp dick, as he sat squatted over my face, watching his thick dicked thug fuck his Man up his sore asshole.“Fuck his face babee while I bitch fuck his ass.” D-Money commanded. Jman complied with a vengeance, obviously turned on by the show of power his new Thug man showed.    My head laid back in resting position. Jman was having a filled day fucking my mouth with his hips. My nose and tongue raced across his hole, driving him into a frenzy. D-Money was beginning to move his dick back and forth in me. I could feel his thick dick stretching the walls of my ass, threating to cause them terrible damage if they tried to squeeze him out. My asshole was sore and in a great deal of pain. I concentrated on sucking Jman’s ass to take my mind off the pain of getting fuck. Money’s dick started to slide in and out of me easier. He pressed my thighs up to my chest, and I could feel the full weight of his thrusts. Suddenly my mouth was filled with a creamy substance that flowed steady from Jman’s insides. The mixture slid into my mouth and gathered on my tongue, with my head laid back, I couldn’t help but let it slide to the back of my mouth, and down into my throat. The stuff was warm and salty, mixed with the juices of Jman. I wasn’t sure of what the strange, yet pleasantly tasting liquid was, until I heard D-Money say: “yeh muthafuka, suck up all that cum I shot into yur Bitch. Eat my fuckin NUT Man!”  My heart froze at the realization that I was swallowing the cum load of my man’s thug lover. That not only was he stripping me of my manhood by forcibly fucking me in my asshole, but that I had further humiliated myself by eating his sperm. I felt D-Money start to fuck me harder. His dick now sliding in piston like fashion, moving back and forth over the soft irritated membranes of my inner ass. I laid there helpless, allowing this older, stronger, meaning male to butt fuck me in front of the dude I loved. D-Money was long dicking me now. His dick traveled the total length on my inner hole, fucking to his hips’ content. Jman was moved from my head. D-Money wanted me to see the face of the man that “took” my virginity. I looked up into the eyes of the older cocky thug, the smirk on his face told me he was enjoying himself, as did the rock hard dick protruding my hole. I wasn’t even aware I was still hard, til my dick started shooting cum all over my chest and stomach without being touched. D-Money saw this, and shoved his dick ball deep into my rectum. I saw his eyes roll up into his head, his strong muscular body shook and quivered like a sick calf with mad-cows disease. I could feel D-Money’s dick pumping and jerking wildly inside me. My raw sensitive innards registered every squirt of cum that splattered my inside. D-Money’s body grew weak, as he collapses like dead weight on top of my body. My legs were released, and I was able to ease them down to his waist as he laid between them, his dick still jumping inside me. I looked over at Jman, my eyes narrowing as he looked on wondrously. I knew he was worried what would happen between us once D-Money had left the scene. That would have to wait though, as I heard him begin to snore a sound sleep.

The End Chapter 1

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GAY BARBER

Being the only gay man in the Barbershop came with a few perks for Jayson. Firstly, it meant any time a guy needed a serious haircut for a special occasion sucà as in prom, marriage, album cover photoshoot, etc they went with the gay barber, and that meant high tips. The classiest pimps and dealers usually asked for the gay barber as well, and they were good tippers too.

Even more importantly for Jayson, however, he benefited from being the only gay man at this Barbershop because it meant he was always the one niggas went to if they needed some action on the downlow. That gave Jayson right of first refusal to basically every hot straight thugs dick in the neighborhood.

And sometimes, a different neighborhood entirely. Like Darren Harvey. Jayson didn’t know who he was at first like most of the sauntering thugs with hardcore gleams in their eye, he sat down in Jayson’s chair. There was no wait, but Jayson got the feeling he would not have waited for his turn anyway.

As he explained what he wanted, in a pimpish leer that commanded respect and suggested that he expected to be treated as an authority figure, Jayson got started, wondering if he was going to ask for a blowjob later (he had that blowjobby-look in his eyes). Jayson overhead his fellow barbers and a few other patrons: just a few scattered words at first, including Darren Harvey.

It was only then that Jayson realized he was cutting the hair of one of the feared enforcers for the Gang. He was a local legend around here, rumored to have killed a cop and nobody-even-knew how many dealers. Jayson pretended to drop his scissors so he could take a moment to catch his breath.

When he lifted his head, Darren was making eye contact with him. He nodded and sneered, eyes running up and down Jayson’s body. His hand moved underneath the apron, like he was playing with his dick through his sagging jeans.

The signal was unmistakable. Jayson hurried through the rest of the haircut, took his money (and a forty-percent tip), then motioned towards the backroom. He normally tried to be discrete, but the entire shop had fallen silent. It was obvious what was happening. Regardless, Jayson thought, his boss, Tyrell Greene, wasn’t in the front room, so it didn’t matter how discrete he was at the moment.

The backroom was warm, humid and dingy. It smelled a bit of spiderwebs, Jayson thought, and like barbicide ever since an entire box of the stuff had been dropped a few months ago. It shattered on the floor and filled the building with its medicinal disinfectant scent.

Darren stood and walked slowly. Jayson made sure Tyrell was in his office with the door closed. Tyrell knew what happened here, and he allowed it, but he didn’t like it one bit. He would have gotten mad if he saw it happening, so Jayson led Darren to the storage closet, where the door could be shut that way even if Tyrell did come out of his office, he wouldn’t see anything.

“You deep-throat, right, nigga?” Darren asked. He ran his tongue between his lower lip and his gum. His hand caressed Jayson’s chin, teasing his lips apart. Despite the questioning nature of his words, it didn’t sound like Darren was willing to take no for an answer. Luckily, this was exactly the part of his job that Jayson loved the most.

Jayson nodded. His heart thumped. He wasn’t really scared that Darren would hurt him this would be far too obvious a location, and besides that, Darren was a businessman-thug. He killed people who got in his way, not just people who annoyed him.

But that didn’t mean he couldn’t hurt Jayson, not that Jayson had any desire to turn this down. He loved straight swaggery thugs like Darren, so he sunk to his knees. He closed the door behind himself and pulled Darren’s dick out through the fly of his jeans. It was girthy and juicy, with thick veins running along its length. It smelled of male underwear and cheap soap, which made Jayson’s own cock hard.

“Nah,” Darren said, stopping him from closing the door all the way. “Leave it open.”

Jayson wanted to ask why, but Darren looked at him in a way that suggested he wouldn’t entertain any questions. Jayson licked lips and swallowed the man’s thick brown dick, going as deep as he could.

Darren groaned as though he had been waiting a long time for this. He slammed his fist against the wall. He laughed and clapped his hands together. He seemed to be trying to make a lot of noise.

Sure enough, seconds later, Tyrell opened his office door. He was a burly middle-aged man with a hairy chest and a grizzled chin. He was sexy in a older-daddy kind of way, but he had never let Jayson touch his meat.

“Aw, fuckin’ Jayson, nigga, close the damn door!” he said. He straightened up and blanched when he saw that it was Darren who fed his cock down Jayson’s gullet.

“Nah, Tyrell,” Darren said. “Stay here for a second. I got something to say to you.” He closed his eyes and began humping Jayson’s face, his gold chains shimmering as he moved beneath the solitary lightbulb of the storage closet. His muscles flexed under the sagging jeans and fly shirt, and his jaw roiled with sexual energy.

“I don’t wanna watch this,” Tyrell said, but he didn’t move away.

“Tough. I got something’ you need to know,” Darren said. “Next month, I’m gonna be coming’ back to see you. I expect a blowjob from this nigga right here or some other nigga equally good and I expect a thousand dollars in cash.”

“You extorting’ me?”

“That’s right, nigga,” he said. “I bet you can guess what’ll happen if you don’t pay. But I’ll give you a hint it ends with this place burning’ to the ground with at least one nigga in it and plenty of evidence making it look like you done it.”

Jayson found it difficult to listen as his face was ground into Darren’s crotch. Since he had never even dropped his pants, that meant Jayson’s nose was nestled in his boxers, and his chin dragged against the fly of his jeans. The more menacing Darren became, the more his dick spasmed, as though Darren was turned on by the fear he generated in Tyrell and Jayson. He laughed at Jayson’s frenzied choking which Jayson deliberately exaggerated because he knew Darren would fuck him more and more violently until it was authentically frenzied choking, so it was better to be pretend he was at his limits now.

“Don’t forget, nigga,” Darren said as he groaned. Then his balls crawled up in his sac, and he sprayed cum down Jayson’s throat.

The creamy flavor overwhelmed Jayson, who loved every moment of it, even as he sputtered and gagged some more. He was even turned on by the disgust he could feel radiating of Tyrell behind him. Darren moaned and pulled out mid-orgasm, so he could spray his cum over Jayson’s face. It looked like he angled his hips to aim for Tyrell, who dodged away easily. Darren laughed anyway. Warmth suffused Jayson’s body as he shot his own load in his pants at the same time. This was one of the sexiest work-blowjobs he had given in a long time, he thought to himself as he cleaned Darren’s dick off.

But Jayson also felt bad about the extortion. He wished there was something he could do to help, but all he could do was let those thick black balls drain their load down his throat. Darren seemed to enjoy that, so Jayson thought he might as well do his best.

Darren pulled off and pushed Jayson to the side. He glared at Tyrell and walked past him with his dick still out, taking great care to let it drag over Tyrell’s thigh.

“Remember, a blowjob and a grand. Next month,” Darren said. He kissed Tyrell on the cheek, his limp, moist cock resting against Tyrell’s pants. Tyrell winced, and Darren laughed before tucking his meat away and walking back to the front room. Conversation stopped out there when he opened the door. “Later, niggas,” was all he said.

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Bottom Security

I work as a cashier at a grocery store. We have different security guards who work different days of the week. Well, on Thursdays, there is the absolutely gorgeous black man who works from 4pm to midnight, the same shift I work. I will describe him: he is about 6 feet tall, very muscular, and he has a very tight uniform to where his muscles are bulging at the seams. And he has a huge bulge between his legs, and has a really tight butt. Now, on with the story.. One night when I was getting off of work at midnight, I clocked out, and got into my truck to go home. I pulled out onto the street, when all the sudden I hear a siren and see a cop car behind me with it’s lights on. I had no idea what I did, but I pulled over. Then the security guard from the store walks up beside my window. I asked him what the problem was, and he said I squeeled my tires pulling out of the parking lot, and he thought I had better slow it down. He said he was going to write me a warning ticket. Since I kind of knew him, I asked him if there was anything I could do to make him forget about the ticket. With a sly grin on his face, he asked me what I had in mind. I told him to follow me. Well, we pulled into my apartment complex parking lot, and parked. I told him to come upstairs and since he was off-duty, I’d give him a beer. When we were inside, he unbuttoned a few buttons on his tight shirt. We downed a couple beers, and he asked me what I was going to do to make him forget the ticket. I told him to stand up. Then I stood in front of him, and finished unbuttoning his shirt. He had a t-shirt underneath. I slipped his uniform shirt off, then began nibbling on his nipples thru his t-shirt. His nipples got hard, and he began moaning. I looked down and I could tell he was getting a hard-on. All of the sudden, he grabbed my head and pulled me to him, and shoved his tongue in my mouth. We tumbled onto the couch, and we kissed very deeply for about 10 minutes, while exploring each other’s bodies with our hands. Then he stood up in front of me while I remained seated, and he shoved his crotch forward in my face. I undid his belt, and his top button on his pants, then with my teeth, I pulled his zipper down. His pants fell to the floor, and he had on bikini underwear. I started mouthing his cock thru his underwear, and the tip of his massive uncircumsised dick poked up out of the bikinis. Then I suggested we get into bed and get more comfortable. When we got to the bedroom, I took my clothes off, and he took his bikinis and his socks and t-shirt off. He pushed me down on the bed, and lay down on top of me, and shoved his tongue so far into my mouth, I almost choked! Then he moved up so I could suck on his nipples and I sucked on them hard, even started gently biting them. This drove him crazy. Then his knelt up over my chest and started beating me across the face with his giant cock. Then I stuck my tongue inside his foreskin and ran it around the smooth head of his dick. I could taste some urine from earlier in the day. Then he started shoving his dick further and further in my mouth. While I was sucking on his beautiful black dick, I was running my hands across his hairy ass, and even fingering his hole. This was driving him wild. Then he turned around and spread his butt cheeks and sat on my face. I was licking and sucking on his hole for all I was worth. It tasted musky, but I didn’t care. I just wanted to please him no matter what he wanted me to do. As big as he was, I thought for sure he would be a top, but to my surprise, he told me he wanted me to fuck him! No argument from me! So, he layed on his back with his butt at the edge of the bed, and I stood on the floor with his legs raised over my shoulders, and I shoved my 9" cock up his ass, and I bent over so we could kiss and swap spit while I fucked him. I hope you enjoyed this story.

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How my friend with benefits started

It seems my confession of fucking my friend in his office the other day went down well….so I thought you’d like to know some more…

I met him when I was 19, a student on placement in his office, he was my mentor, the staff member assigned to look after me….and he definitely did that!

He was 48 at the time, into his football, tall, dark and handsome to boot - with muscles on top of muscles in fairness!

So, over the 4 weeks of placement, it became quickly apparent that he was even more flirtatious than me. When I was 19 I was a size 12 with a 36D top and the confidence to wear clothes that accentuated my assets and it was no surprise that comments had been passed more than once.

The downside to all the obvious growing sexual tension, was the fact that he was a married man with 2 grown children and a grandson…..but I was young, single and unfortunately naive.

Fast forward to the end of my placement and the Christmas party. As a staff team we went to a local pub, and upstairs function room hired just for us. I went for a boob tube top and tight black jeans, showing off my toned abs ( how times change) and making sure focus was on my chest. He bought me a few drinks and conversations began to turn to the new year and the fact that I was no longer going to be in the office.

He looked at me and said “shame, things could have got fun” with a wink and a glint. The night continued and people decided to move from the pub to head to a busier part of town, all except him and one other guy……who were heading off to another club…..as by this point I had drank more than a fair amount, my deficit was simple….head off with him and his friend.

In the club, my inhibitions were lowered as I started to dance. My body moving against him, and his friends so as not to cause alert to the fact that I just wanted him to grab me…..and it became physically apparent that I was having the desired effect on the, both. Sensing my opportunity, dancing with my back to his front, my hands reached behind me and rubbed his now enlarged cock through his pants. I turned to see his reaction and I felt his hand shoved between my legs.

His mate, now too wasted to noticed, sat in the corner nursing his bottle, as his hand explored my lips through my jeans. Staring into his eyes, I knew that this was my now or never moment so kissed him. He grabbed the back of my head and pulled me closer to him, his tongue exploring my mouth while his hands continued to rub between my legs. My hand darted back to his crotch and rubbed his cock. He grabbed my hand, pulled away from my kiss and started to walk me through the club. Heading outside, he pulled me to the side of the building, a darkened passage way void of any onlookers.

Pushing me against the wall, he forced his mouth back onto mine, fingers pushing my waistline down and moving into my thong, my shaved pussy now at his whim. His fingers gently pushing my lips apart as he rubbed my clit, his tongue working my mouth, as his fingers worked my pussy. Feeling me tense, as his finger slid inside me with his other hand pulling my jeans down to allow better access……I went to reach to his groin, trying to find his zip, but realised that his cock was out and ready. 7” of pure hard thick cock, but before I had time to focus on it, I was spun round, pushed against the wall and legs separated to feel the tip pushing against me.

He whispered “tell me you want it and it’s all yours” my response was instant “I want it, now, I want it”

With one movement, I felt his cock fully embed into my wet waiting pussy, leaning into him with my ass, arching my back he held my hips as he fucked me in the side street, his cock pushing on my clit, his balls hitting against me. My fingers slid down to work on my clit as his cock worked inside me. Feeling my orgasm build I begged for him to make me orgasm….he sped up, really forcing his cock deep into me….hard and fast. As my breath shortened, I could feel his speed increase again and knew that I wasn’t the only one about to explode. My hand reached between my legs to cup his balls as he was fucking me, now nearly fully bent over, his cock plowing deeply into me, as I be tightly gripped my hips and with one final thrust, emptied his load deep into me, which pushed me over the edge to an amazing leg trembling orgasm. My pussy tight round his cock as his seed pumped into me.

Turning me round, he kissed me, passionately kissed me. And I knew, I knew I couldn’t not have him again.

That was 17 years ago now, I’m 36 and he is 65 and he still fucks me just as hard and just as deep……