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Aftermath of a Summer Hike

Several days after meeting a strange man while hiking in the forest not far from my home, my cell phone buzzed while I was at work. It was a text from an unknown number that said simply: “I enjoyed our hike together and I was wondering if you would like to get together to compare notes. Please let me know if you are available but I will remind you that you said I could contact you to meet up and if I did, you would not say no. Claude.”

A short, somewhat cryptic direct note from a fellow I met, and had sex with in the woods, but whose name I did not know until today, surprised me. He was interesting in his anonymity and abilities but I was undecided about meeting him again. When we first met, he ordered me to hike in the nude, had me suck his cock and sodomized me in the woods, but was that enough foreplay to entice me to meet him again? Who am I kidding, I enjoyed the hell out of that afternoon so yes, it was. I responded quickly with “Claude, it would be a pleasure to see you again. Please give me some dates and times that work for you and let me know where. I will confirm. Jeff.”

I didn’t have to wait long for his reply, and we set up a meeting at his home for the next evening. I was excited by the prospect of seeing him and finding out if sex the second time would be as exciting as it was during our initial meeting. I knew his name now so some of the mystery was gone but the meeting was in a stranger’s home, a place that I had never seen, so there was an unknown element in play. I read many stories about people meeting via online dating apps and then disappearing for quite a while until their bodies are discovered in a swamp or dumped on the side of the road, so, yeah this would be a fun date!

Claude’s home was in a nice neighborhood, not overly crowded but well kept. The car in the driveway was relatively new and practical for a man who enjoyed the outdoors, and it was clean. When I reached the front door and rang the bell, it took a couple of minutes for him to answer, and he surprised me by opening the door stark naked. “Hi Jeff, nice to see you again, come on in.”

“Hi, you didn’t have to dress so formally for me,” I joked as I entered.

“My home is always a nude environment, much more comfortable and less intimidating. Plus it promotes open conversation among other things. Please place your clothes on the chair in the corner while I get us a drink. What would you prefer, I have almost anything?”

“I’ll have what you’re having to keep it simple,” I said walking to the chair to remove my clothes.

After undressing I was walking around the room looking at the photos and mementos that were present when Claude came up to me, handed me a glass of bourbon and ice, and then squeezed my nipple. “I seem to remember that you liked a gentle nipple squeeze, or do I have you confused with another handsome man?” he said.

“No, you remembered correctly, and thank you,” I replied, “for both.”

We clinked glasses and sat on the leather sofa next to each other sipping our drinks. He teased my nipple with the tip of his finger while smiling at me, and then suggested that it was okay to hold his cock while we talked. I took this as a request and did as he suggested, fingering the underside of the head of his dick and wiping the precum from the slit with my finger before licking it off. He seemed to enjoy watching me and also watching my reaction as he increased pressure on my nipple using his thumb and forefinger. Soon I started moving in my seat because of the pain from the nipple squeeze that alternated with the gentle rubbing. His cock reacted to my movement and had gotten hard and erect as I gently stroked it.

“Tell me Jeff, what activity on our hike did you enjoy the most?”

I thought for a moment, distracted by the sensations coming from my nipples, and softly said, “I enjoyed the anonymity of our first encounter, and particularly when you placed your cock in my mouth and fucked my throat,” I said. I started to squirm and closed my eyes as he exerted more pressure on my nipples while holding his rock-hard dick tightly in my hand.

“You liked not knowing whose cock you were sucking, and the feeling of a total stranger’s dick slipping in and out of your throat I imagine.”

I sighed and moaned as he squeezed harder and whispered, “What about when I sodomized you? Any pleasure having my cock in your ass? The feeling of my cum running down your leg when you walked to your car?” He punctuated the last few words with a hard pinch and then moved his hand to my neck. “You like feeling my hands on you, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I gasped.

“Yes what?” he said gruffly.

“Yes, sir,” I replied as he squeezed my neck to make his point.

“And?”

“I enjoyed feeling your dick in my ass, I liked having you fuck me,” I said while reacting to his pressure on my neck by breathing harder and moaning softly. I continued speaking without being prompted, bursa merkez escort “I enjoyed having your cock stretch my anus, the dull pain and pleasure as you moved your stiff dick in and out of my ass, the pressure on my insides as you pushed deep inside me, the spasms and pulsing of your cock as your semen was forced into my ass. I enjoyed being your bitch and feeling your body on top of me, being unable to move.”

He released the pressure on my neck and told me that he appreciated my candor and was happy to have made an impression on me. After catching my breath and relaxing for a moment, I took a sip from my glass, and he did the same. He was very calm, and his voice was soothing but his eyes were intently focused on my face. I believe that he enjoyed causing me some discomfort with his questions and getting me to admit my feelings about what he did to me. If I were with someone on a date and we engaged in similar activities, it would be a pleasant sexual experience that is an extension of the date. But meeting a stranger for the first time and allowing him to sodomize you and stick his cock down your throat without even knowing his name, is different. It brings about a type of arousal that is different and hard to explain. It is animalistic and raw, strictly fucking for the sake of fucking, and quite a turn on. I felt it again as he painfully squeezed my nipples and then gently choked me while I sat calmly and let him do it, leaking precum from my erect penis and panting like a little bitch.

Claude stood up and finished his drink, extending his hand for my glass before walking to the bar area to make another. “Jeff, I reached out to you the other day because I have been thinking about you since we first met and felt that we have good chemistry. I did not want this opportunity to pass us by without seeing if a proper relationship might not suit us both.”

He dropped an ice cube in our glasses and handed one to me before resuming his seat next to me. “Would you like it if we got to know each other better to see if we are compatible?” he asked while dipping his finger in the cool bourbon and rubbing the liquid on my erect nipple. “I think that there are things that we both enjoy that might form the basis for a pleasant symbiotic relationship.”

I took a sip of my drink and looked at him as he smiled at me mischievously. “We seemed to get along well when we first met and I enjoyed the experience with you so, yes, I would like to know you better,” I replied. “But I am not into anything rough or painful and if that is what you have in mind, count me out.”

“I know that there was some slight discomfort involved in certain things that we did but you didn’t appear to be too bothered by it. Am I wrong?” he said.

“No, you are not wrong but they could represent the limit of my tolerance so I do not wish to commit to something and then find out that we are on a different page if you get my drift. It is one thing to allow playful nipple squeezing and quite another to be whipped or caned.”

“Jeff, have you ever been strapped?” he said with a laugh.

“No, but I don’t think I would like my ass and back lashed with a leather strap. The idea of swollen red welts is not appealing to me quite frankly.”

“But you don’t know if the pain of a strap brings about a certain pleasure that makes it worth the inconvenience, do you? Who knows, you may find the experience stimulating and highly erotic. Wouldn’t it be interesting to try a few different experiences so that you could offer an informed opinion?” Claude reached for my nipple again and gently massaged it between his thumb and forefinger before adding, “That feels nice, doesn’t it?”

“Yes,” I replied quietly as I closed my eyes to allow me to focus on the sensations I was feeling.

He squeezed harder and twisted while asking, “See, a slight increase in pressure and technique brings a different sensation that is slightly more painful but still feels good, right?”

I moaned and whispered, “Yes, it’s very…good. Please don’t stop.”

When he did release my nipple there was a rush of blood back into the tissue and a sharp pain that caused me to gasp. “You see, Jeff, there was a period of extreme pleasure followed by a brief pain when I removed the pressure. Wasn’t the pleasure worth the small amount of discomfort?”

“Yes,” I panted.

“We can explore these things together and share the experiences. Wouldn’t you like that?”

“Yes,” I replied, “but please be gentle with me.”

“Of course,” he said. “If you are a good bitch I will treat you accordingly. Tonight, you have been candid and forthcoming and I would like to offer you a small reward so please follow me.” We walked together to his bedroom and he stretched across his bed, hanging his head over the side of the mattress. “This is a nice position since it allows easy entry into my throat and I would like you to place your dick in my mouth so bursa yabancı escort that I can offer you some pleasure. As your erection grows you can allow it to go into my throat and you can fuck it like a warm cunt. Would you enjoy that, Jeff?”

My erection answered that question for me, so I went on to place my dick in his mouth and as it grew, I began to gently push it into his throat. Claude accepted the face fucking happily while stroking his stiff penis and moaning. The sensations increased and it wasn’t long before I felt spasms in my abdomen and my dick started pulsing jets of warm semen to accumulate in his mouth. When I finished ejaculating, Claude got to his knees, grabbed my head by the sides and began kissing me to spit the mouthful of semen into my mouth before pushing his tongue in as well.

The kissing ended when I swallowed my load of cum and showed that my mouth was empty. Claude held my arms against my sides and pushed me onto the bed before grabbing a small bottle of lube and coming to join me brandishing a stiff dick. He took some of the lube and applied it to my anus, pushing some inside with his fingers, and then coated his cock as well before moving my knees to his shoulders to expose the entrance to my ass. “Jeff, put your hands above your head and use one hand to hold the other wrist. You know what’s coming but I don’t want to hear a sound from you except for moaning, and I want you to keep still. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” I replied.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, sir,” I said softly.

“What do you want, Jeff?”

“I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me hard and deep. I want to feel you all the way up my ass, sir.”

“That’s my little bitch,” he replied before pushing his hard cock into my ass with one forceful thrust causing me to gasp at the pain of sphincter being stretched and whimpering.

The motion of thrusts and withdrawal commenced and kept a steady pace for about two minutes before increasing in depth and intensity. He held my arms and stared into my eyes while I tried to remain quiet and still as I was being viciously sodomized. Finally, he gave a few final hard thrusts and then pushed deep and held still while his cock pulsed hot semen into my colon and my sphincter contracted tightly around his dick. I felt my rectum begin to spasm and his dick gave up its last drops before beginning to slowly shrink.

“That’s my sweet little cunt. You’ve got a nice ass, and I enjoy making you squirm when I pin you to the mattress with my cock.” As he withdrew his dick my sphincter began to throb and tighten when it was no longer stretched wide open. “How did you like having my dick in your tight ass again?” he said.

“I liked it very much, sir. Thank you.”

I took some tissues from the night table to wipe his dick but before I started he commanded, “Do it properly. Go to the bathroom for a washcloth with warm water to wash me off. When you’re done, go wash yourself off and then come back to suck any remaining cum from my dick. You’re a good cocksucker so let’s not waste your talent.”

Claude remained on the bed as I washed his dick and balls, and then I cleaned up in the bathroom before returning to suck his cock again. His penis got semi-erect and he enjoyed having my lips and mouth around his dick yet again. My mouth was getting tired, my stomach was full of cum, and his semen was leaking from my ass. I was tired and sore, but very calm and relaxed. If he wanted to fuck me again right now, I would have agreed. He was a unique man and for some reason I wanted to please him unquestioningly.

“Jeff, this will be enough for tonight,” he said as he rose from the bed. “But I would like to see you again this week and I will have a leather strap with me. If you do not wish to find out what it feels like to have your buttocks strapped while you are blindfolded and gagged, with a butt plug inserted in your ass, just text me to say that you are no longer interested in seeing me. If, on the other hand, you willingly agree to meet me for another rendezvous, be prepared to accept what I have outlined as there will be no negotiation once you walk in. Do you have any questions?”

“Is there another option?” I asked as I got up.

Claude smiled and responded, “You do have two options: either you come to me, or you don’t. The choice is yours and you can pick either one. I have enjoyed being with you tonight and I look forward to hearing from you later this week.”

After wiping away the semen that was dripping down my legs, I got dressed and walked to the door. Claude accompanied me and kissed me on the lips before opening the door, saying “Jeff, I hope that you decide to return to me as I will miss you terribly if you do not. Good night.” I walked out into the darkness as the door closed behind me feeling strangely alone and empty.

The next day I found myself thinking about Claude and what had transpired between us the bursa sınırsız escort prior evening. The sex was nice and a good stress reliever, but what I mainly focused on was his sales pitch: ‘Isn’t the pleasure worth a small amount of discomfort?’ This resonated with me for some strange reason. The troubling part was who would determine what comprised a ‘small amount’ of discomfort? I understood that he wanted my submission to his desires and while being submissive could be exciting, I didn’t want to sign on for real abuse when I would be blindfolded and gagged. If I found myself tied up as well, I would be unable to resist his idea of a ‘small amount of discomfort’. The more that I thought about this conundrum the more concerned, and aroused, I became.

Another day passed without a firm decision on my part although I was not as preoccupied with the prospect of being his sex toy as I was the day before. Perhaps that was some progress in its own right. Slow yet steady progress toward what?

Friday arrived and I was engrossed in solving problems relating to my current project, not allowing distractions to break my concentration, when my cell buzzed with an incoming text to bring me back to the real world. “Jeff, since I have not heard from you I wanted to make sure all is well. If my suggestion from the other night does not appeal to you, I will accept your choice, but I had hoped to have your decision directly and not by default. I believe that you owe me that much. Claude”

It is amazing how a simple statement sharpens focus particularly when it is accompanied by an unsolicited text. Suddenly my unconscious thought processes came to the forefront and this decision went to the top of my “To Do” list. I could feel the stirring in my loins as I thought about what Claude was asking me, and maybe I wanted to submit to him to have the experience of being dominated by another man, unable to refuse his desires without punishment. I was thinking with my penis and my erection was casting its vote.

I typed the words: “Claude, my apologies for not getting back to you before you sent your text. I have been giving your suggestion a lot of thought and I would like to see you to discuss the matter further. Would that be possible tonight or tomorrow?” My finger was poised over the ‘send’ button while my mind raced. I had a feeling how he would respond but I had to find out for sure, so I touched ‘send’ and held my breath.

Within a few minutes the reply came in: “I would be happy to meet with you and we could talk for a while if you like but please understand that my stipulations have not changed. I will expect you to arrive at my door tomorrow at 7:30pm, naked and be prepared for what comes next. At the end of our time together you will have the option of coming back or declining the proposal. This choice I will give you one time, and we can discuss how you feel at that time as well. I await your confirmation.”

After reading his reply I wanted to masturbate but decided that I would hold off until after tomorrow’s meeting. I was breathing heavily and my heart was fluttering in anticipation of what was to come. I typed “I will be there at 7:30pm as requested. Jeff.”

The hours passed slowly but eventually the time came. I sat in my car in his driveway remembering his instructions: arrive at 7:30pm, come to the door naked and be prepared for what comes next. The last part was a little nebulous since he had mentioned a strap, a blindfold, a gag and a butt plug. I could prepare to be blindfolded and gagged, that was easy and required no preparation other than my willingness. A butt plug was a little different since they come in various sizes but if he was reasonable I imagine that I could accommodate a plug. I irrigated my colon to ensure that I was clean on the inside and that only left the strap, which was the most uncertain of all items. I hoped that Claude would understand that this was my first time and be a little sympathetic to my predicament but, then again, I have no history with him and don’t know how far he would push my ‘discomfort’.

I wiggled out of my clothes in the car and after looking around in the twilight, I got out and walked to his door to ring the bell. Waiting patiently, or more correctly impatiently, I heard noises from inside his house but the door had not opened as quickly as I hoped and two cars passed by, the second one slowing a bit.

When the door finally opened, I saw Claude smile as he stood naked and welcomed me into his lair. “It is nice to see that you follow instructions. Come in, Jeff.”

I entered and the butterflies in my stomach settled down a little bit as I watched Claude walk to the bar area. “Would you like a bourbon to help you relax?”

“I would like that very much. Thank you,” I said.

“Try not to overthink this. Your imagination is your worst enemy and be confident that I will not push you past your limits. In the end, you will experience a very pleasurable evening and leave here as you have in the past.”

“And how would you describe that?” I inquired with a smile.

“Well, I would say with a stomach full of semen and cum from your ass running down your legs. Sounds exciting, doesn’t it?” he replied with a laugh. My stiffening penis betrayed me and Claude took note of it commenting, “It seems that you like the idea, am I right?”

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To get things clarified, I was mostly straight before this happened, although I suppose I’d been curious for some time.

My name’s Jack and I’m 42. A widower for the last four years, after my wife Becky had succumbed to cancer. I’d still not gone out with another woman. It just didn’t feel right.

I had a 20 year old son, Lucas, staying at home. Just two years ago, he came out to me. It wasn’t really a surprise, as he’d never shown any interest in girls. It was no big thing. Live and let live is what I say.

One day he was so nervous, it was obvious he wanted to ask me something but didn’t know how.

“Lucas, for God’s sake, spit it out, I can tell you have something to ask me.”

He looked a little shocked by my forthright manner but decided to open up.

“Okay dad, you know I’m gay, right?”

“Duh, obviously.”

“Well I want to ask if my boyfriend can stay the night….. and in my bed!”

“You didn’t even say you had a boyfriend, Lucas.”

“Sorry dad, his name’s Alan, you’ll like him.”

I paced the floor, wondering if I could handle hearing my son fucking with another guy in the room next door.

“Hell, of course son, when are you planning on bringing him?”

“Tonight, if that’s okay?” His eyes were like a puppy, tugging at my soft heart.

“Why not? I could cook us a meal. Get to know one another.”

“Yuck, that sounds creepy dad. He’ll think you’re after a threesome.” Lucas laughed.

I couldn’t admit it but the thought made me hard.

They decided to have a night on the town and I didn’t hear them come in until 2am. I was unable to sleep until I knew he was safely home.

The walls between the rooms aren’t too thin but they couldn’t conceal the contented groans as they were near to cumming.

Shortly after, I needed a pee and made my way along to the bathroom. Alan was just coming out, wearing nothing but a pair of tight underpants. I could see there was a drop of white liquid on the corner of his mouth.

“Hi, it’s Alan isn’t it? I’m so pleased to meet you.”

Alan wasn’t sure what to say in reply, merely grunting in acknowledgement.

“Looks like you still have some toothpaste on your lip.” I suggested and walked into the bathroom without another word.

I stood in front of the toilet and started to pee. My mind was racing at the thought of Alan sucking my son off. We both knew it was spunk on his lips and I wondered how he would act in front of me in the morning.

When I got back to my room I lay down and started to stroke myself, all the while thinking of Alan’s soft young lips around my shaft. I soon spunked over my hand and after a short hesitation, I licked my wrist, savouring the taste. The taste of cum wasn’t new to me, I’d often lick Becky out after we fucked and I did enjoy it.

Ever since Lucas had come out, my mind had wandered over to thoughts of gay sex. I was sure no woman could replace Becky but another guy?

In the morning, I was first up and was downstairs cooking breakfast, when Alan appeared wearing one of Lucas’s gowns.

“Lucas is just having a shower, he’ll be down shortly.”

“Good morning Alan. Have you brushed your teeth yet?”

My sarcasm didn’t go unnoticed.

“No spunk on my lips today……yet.” he hit back with a smile.

We both laughed.

We sat and had a escort bayan coffee before Lucas came down. Alan was easy to chat to but I couldn’t get the thought of his spunky lips out of my mind.

Over the next few weeks, Alan was a regular visitor and I really thought he was getting serious with Lucas.

Then one evening, out of the blue, the doorbell rang when I was at home alone in the evening. I opened the door to see a distraught Alan, sobbing away.

“What on earth’s the matter, Alan?” I asked genuinely.

“It’s Lucas…..he’s dumped me!” Alan blurted out, whilst crying.

“So why come here?” I queried, maybe too harshly.

“I hoped I could speak to him. It’s no fun being dumped by text.”

“Wow! That’s mean, it’s not like Lucas. I’m so sorry.”

“Can I wait?”

“You’ll have a long wait, he’s spending the weekend up north, at his grandparents.”

I drew him to me and gave a consoling hug, only he didn’t want to let go and to tell the truth, neither did I.

For some reason, I started to gently kiss his neck. His sobbing turned into a moan of pleasure.

It seemed so natural when he moved so we could look at each other and only a second passed before our lips met. That first kiss was slow and sweet but turned into a passionate frenzy and as he withdrew, he panted out ” Do you want to see me with spunky lips again?”

“Oh fuck, yes. As long as it’s my spunk.”

“You bet!”

Alan took my hand and led me upstairs, his sexy ass wiggling in front of me. We again kissed at my bedroom door.

“Are you sure about this?” I tried to reason but my cock had won the argument.

Alan pushed me onto my back on the bed and started to pull down my slacks and y-fronts.

He exposed my cock which was 7 inches of hard meat. He started by licking my upper thighs and I moaned in appreciation. His tongue flitted around, teasing me near my balls.

I was still quite hairy down there but it didn’t deter Alan. He actually gently tugged at my pubes with his lips, making me groan with pleasure.

When his lips finally touched the head of my cock, it was ecstasy.

Becky had sucked me but only occasionally and as I knew she didn’t really enjoy it, it dampened my enthusiasm for it with her.

On the other hand, it was so obvious that Alan loved cock. His tongue searched every inch and I had never felt so horny.

It had been a few days since I wanked and I knew there was a fair load built up to give him. As he licked at my balls, I warned him I was soon going to cum. He just looked me in the eye and smiled, before wrapping his lips around my shaft.

It was truly the most amazing orgasm I had ever experienced, as I pumped shot after shot into his young, willing mouth.

He didn’t seem to want to stop sucking, as he licked my throbbing cock clean.

I pulled him up to me and instinctively kissed him. The taste of my own spunk was not alien to me. What was, was the eager probing tongue of another man.

We lay in each others arms and kissed each other for maybe five minutes, without speaking a word. I was first to break the silence.

“Alan, i’m so sorry for taking advantage of you.”

“Shush Jack! I’ve had a crush on you for weeks now. That’s why I came over. Now me and Lucas are finished, I wanted görükle escort you.”

“What made you think I’d let you do this?”

“Nothing but hope.” he purred and kissed me again.

I don’t know why but I suddenly said “I want to suck your cock, Alan, I mean it.”

“Wow! I’m not going to refuse but are you sure? So far, you’ve just enjoyed a bj from a gay boy but do it yourself and your status may change.”

“I don’t care.” I whispered as I leaned forward to kiss him again. This time my left hand was rubbing his chinos at the groin.

I got a strange thrill as I felt his cock react to my touch. I so wanted to do this.

I pulled down his zip as we continued kissing. He was just wearing a thong, which I massaged, enjoying the heat and firmness. He stepped out of his chinos and turned around.

“What do you think of my ass, Jack?”

“It looks fucking lovely.” and I went on my knees to kiss his round ass cheeks. Alan giggled and let his thong slip down, exposing his pink button.

What was I doing? I was now kissing his hole and letting my tongue slip inside him.

“Oh Jack, you’re definitely coming out of the closet.”

I span him round and his six inch cock smacked my cheek. I gasped at the beauty of it.

The tip was glistening with pre-cum and I instinctively flicked out my tongue. I was shocked at how it felt and tasted. The head was spongy and the juice oozing out had a taste that was strong but kind of sweet. I was hooked!

“Ooh Jack, you’re a natural cocksucker”

That spurred me on and my tongue started to explore his cock and balls. Alan was fully shaved down there and I just loved nibbling at his tight ball sac. I put my lips around them and sucked slowly at each one in turn.

“When you’re ready just fire in my mouth”, I panted excitedly.

“Got loads for you, honey ” Alan replied lustily.

Honey? A guy was calling me honey! Thing was, I loved it. It seemed to unearth a sluttiness inside me that I didn’t know was there.

My lips tightened around his pulsing shaft and I sucked like crazy, willing him to fill my mouth with his precious seed.

It was only a matter of seconds before he started to fire his load. Being young, he had loads to give. It felt as if it was happening in slow motion, allowing me to remember every small detail. The first jet was warmer than I expected and went down my throat without touching the sides. For his second and third spurts I managed to use my tongue to manoeuvre so that it got coated. I gulped his sweet juice down as his fourth spurt came out. i used my mouth to suck the remaining cum out and licked his softening cock clean.

“If you kiss me now Jack, you’re as gay as me. You know that don’t you?”

I thought for a few moments, then stood up and planted a firm kiss on his lips.

“I’m not gay. You’re the only man I want.” I said sincerely.

“Sweetie, you are gay, embrace it.” he insisted.

“I’d rather embrace you.” I said as I put my arms around his waist.

“You are staying, aren’t you? Lucas is away and I want to wake up with you.”

“Of course honey. That sounds heavenly.”

We both had showers, me first and as I lay naked in my bed I pondered what had just happened. I’d never considered myself bi but now Becky was bursa escort bayan gone, I didn’t want to make love to another woman. I was still shocked that I had taken to cock so easily. Was it a novelty, a one-off?

No, I actually began considering the future, wondering if Alan would be a part of it.

He came through naked and I realised how gorgeous he was. His natural blonde hair and blue eyes made him look adorable. His hairless body was like a woman but his cock made him so masculine.

He climbed into bed and started to spoon me, gently kissing my neck.

“Alan, why did Lucas dump you?”

“You sure you want the truth Jack?”

“That’s why I asked. “

Alan sighed and said “Okay, there’s no sugaring this. He wouldn’t take anal. I’m versatile but I need to give as well as take.”

Once again, my mouth beat my brain and I blurted out “I’ll do it.”

I felt his cock harden against my ass cheeks and he pushed forward a little, making me gasp.

“Fuck me Alan, I want you so much.”

“Jack, I never thought you’d be such a slut so quickly.” Alan whooped.

I could feel his erection between my cheeks and it felt so good. I’d never wanted something as much as I wanted him to enter my virgin ass.

Alan moved me, so I was on my back and asked me to lift my legs and hold them over my shoulders. That left my pink ass open to whatever he wanted to do. He wanted to kiss it and lick it. I’ll never forget the feeling when his tongue slipped inside my tight hole. I was tingling all over and my cock was rock-hard.

He disappeared for a moment to the bathroom and returned with a tube of vaseline. With his forefinger he started to massage my dry crack, gradually loosening me up. It felt so good as his finger worked its way in, preparing me for his cock. He lathered it with vaseline and made his first assault on my ass.

I yelped like a little girl but didn’t want to disappoint Alan, so gritted my teeth and let him push further without resistance. It hurt like crazy but I’d always had a high pain threshold.

I was where I wanted to be, impaled on his cock, as he slowly pushed all the way in. Once fully inside, he stopped and looked me in the eyes.

“Imagine me doing this to you every night, lover.”

“Mmmmm don’t tease me baby, I’m yours whenever you want me.”

“Right answer honey.” and he started to slowly withdraw and slide back in, building up a rhythym. The pain was diminishing as his cock rubbed my prostate and sent a wave of pleasure through my entire body.

I was now his plaything as I jerked at every inward stroke, moaning loudly, encouraging him to make me his.

I was first to cum and spunk splattered up and onto my face as he pounded me, rubbing my prostate and sending me wild.

That just pushed him over the edge and first I felt his legs stiffening, then he too started moaning, as I felt him fill me up with his hot cum. I was now where I wanted to be, under the spell of his cock.

He withdrew slowly and put his head to my ass and started to lick the cum oozing out of me.

His tongue soothed my ravaged hole as he drank from my well.

I lowered my legs and he was quickly up at me, licking my cum from my face and then kissing me, swapping our love juice. I still felt so horny.

As we lay, spent, I spoke.

“I’m a bit tender down there but that was wonderful.”

“You took it like a true slut.”

I loved him calling me that, I don’t know why and I moaned in appreciation.

“I don’t want this to be a one-off, Alan.”

“It won’t be, trust me” he said with some assurance.

The events afterwards would test that to the limit.

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TURNABOUT by K. Nitsua. Copyright 2024 by the author.

I’m sure that whoever designed it hadn’t intended it that way, but the men’s locker room at my gym was ideally set up for cruising. I often wondered why more guys didn’t taken advantage of it.

Mirrored alcoves lined with sinks and warm-air dryers attached to the walls were set opposite three-walled recessed areas lined with lockers and benches. It didn’t take much effort to stand at a sink, washing up or shaving, and find an angle where you could catch the eye of someone dressing or toweling off at his locker.

The showers had even more possibilities. A wide entryway directly opposite one square of lockers led to the wet area, consisting of individual stalls with translucent doors and walls. Though the views from outside were blurry, you could still get a pretty good idea of how a guy inside looked, which is why the shy ones chose the water boxes that couldn’t be seen through the entryway or from the lockers. If you were inside one you could also discreetly check out a guy next to you.

For some reason two of the shower stalls on the wall opposite the entryway had no doors. That little detail was the key to how Rick and I connected that first time.

Even if the rest of him hadn’t been in such great shape Rick (I would not learn his name until much later) would have been a handsome man. The first day he turned up at the gym I sized up his full head of salt and pepper hair, steely narrow eyes and jutting jawline. Whenever I saw him after that striding around the floor of the weights area, wearing the expression of grim concentration most men wore when they worked out, I’d imagine him as a cowboy of the Old West, riding some vast sunbaked range, gazing toward the far horizon.

Of course he wasn’t dressed anything like a cowboy. Like most of us of a certain age, Rick’s workout gear wasn’t stylish. It was the same each time–loose shorts of a nondescript color and a similarly dingy tank top that bared his muscular shoulders and arms. His footwear was almost comical–plain white athletic socks of a type almost no one (not even me) wore anymore and what looked like plain black walking shoes.

But who gave a shit about Rick’s gym clothes? It was what you saw when they came off that counted. Unlike many guys who either didn’t shower at the gym or did so quickly and furtively, as if they were ashamed of their bodies, Rick seemed more than pleased to show his off.

I’d noticed from covert observation how he spent most of his time working on his upper body, and it had really paid off. His shoulders were broad and his lats popped out when he raised his arms. His back was corded with muscle and flared out in the classic V-shape that all men want to have, and tapered down to a pair of small, round, and tight butt cheeks that could have belonged to a man twenty years younger.

His chest projected in two sharply defined pectoral slabs with a deep cleft in between, topped with large, fleshy nipples, dusted with dark hair mixed with silver highlights. His stomach was the only feature that betrayed his age–he had visible abs, true, but his belly was larger than probably he would have liked. Personally, I thought it made him even hotter, a true silver dad. Anyway, when you were checking him out your eye didn’t stop there, not when he had such quality assets lower down. Rick was a bit cagey about revealing them, but I was sharp enough to have caught some quick glimpses of a long, circumcised rope of manflesh hanging straight down between a perfect pair of round, tight balls, the whole frame by a neatly trimmed bush. Classic.

Without ever planning on it I would frequently find myself at a locker dressing or undressing just as he emerged from his post-workout shower. He would always stand naked in the entryway, shaking his towel dry for what seemed an inordinately long time, long enough so anyone who wanted could get a good look at what he had. He’d never make eye contact or speak, though, even though we frequently chose lockers in the same area, often right across from each other. Over the years I had frequently discovered that men who at first glance seemed unimpeachably straight were often anything but. I never tried to chat Rick up to try and find out whether there any cracks in his armor, though. The truth was he intimidated me, which didn’t happen very often.

Then one day I left the gym floor after my workout, hot and sweaty after finishing up with a good run on the treadmill after my usual weights. I stripped off my gym gear in the locker room, took my towel and entered the shower area. Out of force of habit, not really hoping for anything, I took one of the stalls with no door and a view toward the lockers. Water was running and a couple of shadowy figures were in the stalls further in.

As I turned toward the opening of the stall, letting the warm spray wash shampoo out of my hair, I saw a familiar figure walk past my stall. My granite-jawed man had worked out, gotten clean before me and was about to towel bursa sınırsız escort off. I held my breath, not daring to hope.

To my delight he stopped in the shower entryway and proceeded to his usual ritual of peeling off his towel and drying every inch of his body, his musculature glistening with moisture and pumped up from his workout. He dropped his towel and used it to cradle his equipment while he dried his cock and balls. I forgot myself, stood stock still underneath the shower spray and took in the mouthwatering sight. Dimly I was aware of my own cock beginning to stiffen and rise between my legs.

At that moment the god that I was worshiping raised his head. I quickly dropped mine, but not before we locked eyes for a split second. Busted! I stood frozen, staring at the water flowing at my feet, feeling the blush spread across my face. It was long moments before I felt in control enough to raise my head.

He was still standing there, holding his towel in one hand, looking unsmiling at me. I went for broke and met his gaze again, this time holding it. We stood rooted to our spots for what seemed like an eternity.

Then he moved directly toward my shower stall, stopping at the entrance and thrusting his head in until his face was just inches from mine. His magnetic blue eyes bored into me. Warm water was cascading down but I imagined I could feel the heat coming from his body.

“Get dressed and meet me outside.”

He was not wasting words. My heart pounded in my ears. A split second, then I nodded. He smiled for the first time since I’d seen him, taking my breath away. Then he was gone. I raced to follow him, turning off the shower and hastily toweling myself off, trying to keep my semi-hardon concealed.

Today whatever locker he was using was not in the same area as mine. I didn’t see him as I dressed, and wondered if he was just messing with me. Maybe when I got outside no one would be there.

But there he was, clutching his gym bag.

“Why don’t you ride with me. I’ll bring you back here.”

He had it all planned. I guess I hadn’t been as subtle checking him out as I’d thought. A small part of me wondered what I was doing. Now that the scene I’d only fantasized about had suddenly become real, though, I wasn’t about to let it slip out of my hands.

“Sounds like a plan.” I stuck out my hand. “I’m Jerry, by the way.”

He gave me an odd, unfathomable look. Then it was gone as he extended his own and shook mine. “Rick.”

I clambered into the passenger side of his fiery red, shiny Ford F-150 as he gunned the engine, and off we went.

We turned out of the gym parking lot and Rick guided the truck onto the nearby freeway. I shot a sidelong glance at his set jaw and steely gaze, now fixed on the traffic in front of us. The guy wasn’t a psycho or serial killer, I was sure. I was getting a funny vibe from him, though. I had the feeling that we had met before, which couldn’t have happened.

We drove for what seemed like a long while, neither of us saying a word. Finally I couldn’t help it and glanced at my phone.

“We’re almost there,” Rick said.

Somehow it was a relief to hear him speak. “You drive all this way to go to the gym?” I asked.

“It’s near where I work.”

By now we had exited the freeway and were on the access road. Minutes later we turned into the driveway of a newish, nondescript house in one of the numerous subdivisions that dotted the landscape.

I’d idly wondered whether Rick might be a married man, but the second I walked into his immaculate living quarters I knew he couldn’t be. This was a house that had been professionally decorated and was kept professionally clean–no trace of any personal touch.

“Come on in. Master bedroom’s this way.”

We faced each other in the cool, semi dark bedroom, lit only by light filtering in through one shaded window. He met my eyes and smiled again. Tentatively I reached out and placed my hand on his broad, hard chest, letting it rove down to the belt holding up his jeans. I’d been here before and knew what to do. Moments later his belt was unbuckled, his jeans were pushed down his thighs, and the prize I had coveted for so long was coming into view, flopping out semihard above the waistband of his boxer briefs.

I sank to my knees and got my first closeup view of his dick, long and straight, roped with veins, capped with a perfect conical purplish head. It was in my mouth almost before I’d seen it.

Rick had been silent all this time, but when I first engulfed his cock with my mouth I heard the quick intake of his breath above me. His arms had been hanging passively at his sides but now he raised a hand and rested it on my head as I began to suck him, using all the tongue and spit I had, sliding back and forth and taking him down to the root, pressing my nose into his pubes, pulling on and fondling his big balls.

“Fuck yeah,” he said. In a few quick movements he stripped off bursa merkez escort his shirt and let it drop on the bedroom carpet. My hands roamed over his chest, his back, the musculature of his arms, ending by cupping and gripping both of his tight butt cheeks.

I cast a glance upward. His face was turned up toward the ceiling, his eyes closed, his jaw now slack.

Abruptly his big hands pushed my head hard into his crotch. The head of his cock bumped the back of my throat, cutting off my air supply as he fucked my face. I gagged, but he kept up the relentless pressure despite my muffled pleas. Just as I began to panic he released me and I fell back onto my haunches, my face wet with spit and tears, drawing air in great gasps. Above me he chuckled in satisfaction.

“Nice.”

Before I could register any protest he pulled me to my feet. Quickly, urgently he relieved me of my t-shirt and shorts. A few seconds later we were both naked and he was pushing me backward across the room until I fell onto his bed. He came after me before I could catch my breath, kneeling on the carpet, spreading my legs and taking my cock into his mouth. Now it was my turn to go slack-jawed and cloudy-eyed as shocks of pleasure rippled through my body.

Rick sucked hard and intently, barely pausing to catch his breath. He seemed possessed by lust, which was both flattering and a little bit scary. Soon I felt the juices rising in my balls and put a hand on his bobbing head.

“Going to cum if you don’t slow down, man.”

I wasn’t sure he was going to oblige, but Rick let go, raised his head and grinned. “Not yet.” His hands gripped my thighs, pushing my legs further apart and up. My eyes widened as I saw where he was going.

“Aw fuck,” I said as I felt him spread my cheeks apart, just before the first touch of his wet, wiggling tongue on the tender flesh of my hole. “Fuck!” I shouted again, grabbing my ankles to give him more access.

For the next long minutes my moans and whimpers mingled with the obscene slurping and sucking noises Rick was making as he rimmed me for all he was worth. Lusting after him in the locker room these past few months I’d never dared imagine getting to this point, let alone that this man would throw himself into sex with such abandon.

There were going to be more surprises that afternoon than I ever could have imagined, and right then Rick threw another curve at me. He left off his oral labors and clambered his way onto the bed until his face was above mine, glistening with spit and crinkled with a manic glee. Once again I was getting that strange vibe off of him, and a faint apprehension stirred in me. It was way too late for caution, though.

“You’re fucking hot,” I told him.

“You ain’t seen nothing yet,” he replied, and clamped his mouth down on mine. Our kiss was as frantic and lustful as everything else we’d done so far. When we broke apart he asked, “Did you taste yourself?”

I told him what he wanted to hear. “Yeah, I tasted it. Tasted my ass on you.”

He grinned. “Flip over. I like to see what I’m fucking.”

Figured that he was a top. Not that there was anything wrong with that–by now I was totally under this guy’s spell. Rick had shown me in no uncertain terms who was in charge.

“Elbows and knees. Skooch your butt up and put your head down.” Abruptly he got off the bed, leaving me in that submissive pose, returning a moment later with a towel and a squeeze bottle. He greased himself and me up with quick motions, making sure to thrust a finger inside. After a quick wipe towel and bottle hit the bedspread. I felt his hands grab my hips and the hard pole of his erection press at my backdoor.

I closed my eyes and let out a sigh of anticipation, which turned into a startled cry.

“Umph!”

My eyes and mouth flew open as his dick broke through my ring and surged inside me. It didn’t really hurt, probably because of the attention he’d already given my hole. The spreading warmth of suddenly being filled with hard cock, as many times as I’d felt it before, was still indescribable. My own organ was hard as a rock underneath me, though I hadn’t touched it.

“Fuck,” I breathed, as I dropped my head in total surrender.

Rick was as expert and rough a fucker as I’d thought he’d be, varying the pace and depth of his thrusts, keeping me off balance, plunging into me balls deep and making me yell in mingled pain and delight. He pushed his hand against my neck and shoved my face into the mattress. I turned my head to the side and moaned my encouragement, splaying my arms out in submission. The next moment I gasped as he grabbed my chin and forced my body upward, my back arching painfully as he brought his face next to my ear and hissed, “You like getting plowed, don’t you?”

I nodded. “Yes.”

He let go and slapped my cheek, hard enough to sting. “Yes, what, boy?”

By now I was as into it as he was. “Yes, sir.”

“Good boy.” I gasped again bursa escort bayan as suddenly he pulled out of me and grabbed the discarded towel.

“On your back. Put this under you.”

I obeyed. As soon as I was on my back I started to raise my legs, but Rick had other ideas. He straddled my chest, cupped my head in his hands and thrust his only slightly softened pole into my mouth.

“Clean it off.”

He was intent on dominating and humiliating me, that much was clear. If I hadn’t been so turned on I might have resisted, but I went with it, tasting bitter lube and whatever else on his cock, which turned to solid steel again as I worked on it. After a while he pulled out and leaned forward, kissing me hard, then reared up and spat into my mouth before thrusting his tongue in again.

“Gonna fuck the shit out of me, buddy?” I asked when we broke apart. In reply Rick pushed my legs up, took his cock in his hand, lined it up and shoved it back in. For the next few minutes incoherent sounds of male lust were all that came out of us, punctuated by the thudding of Rick’s pelvis against my tensed cheeks every time he hit bottom.

I had totally lost track of time and had no idea how long he had been fucking me when his breathing deepened. Low animal grunts began to rise from his throat.

“Ready for my load?” he hissed. I nodded into his intent eyes.

“Give it to me, fucker. Breed me.”

Rick needed no encouragement. His hips moved faster and faster until he was drilling my flaming, abused hole. His eyes squeezed shut and his teeth gritted in an animal snarl as he let out a single strangled “Uggh!” followed by rapid, deep gasps.

He turned his face upward. His eyes were still closed, but his mouth now opened in a silent shout of celebration. I squeezed my ass muscles, trying to feel his shaft pulsating as he flooded me with his seed.

Rick finally lowered his head, letting out a tremendous sigh. He carefully pulled out of me and worked his way downward until his head was between my legs. For a moment I thought he was going to blow me again, but he went past my still swollen dick, pushing on the backs of my thighs and raising my legs into the air again.

“Push it out.”

“What?” I said, stupidly.

“Push it out. Let me see your cummy hole.”

I obeyed, keeping my eyes on Rick’s intent face as I felt his cum start to ooze out of me. Suddenly I gasped as I felt the prickly stubble of his chin hairs against the inflamed, tender flesh of my freshly fucked hole. Smacking and slurping noises filled the air as Rick ate his jizz out of my ass. “Push out,” he said again, his words garbled. More of his seed spilled out of me than I’d have thought possible. Rick had shot a huge load and seemed intent on getting it all back.

Then he raised himself on his hands and crawled up the bed, his steely eyes once again boring into mine, a streak of cum running down his chin from his closed lips. I just had time to realize what he was going to do when my “Oh fuck!” was cut off by his mouth clamping onto mine. His lips opened and his slimy, salty seed flooded into my mouth. I heard myself uttering muffled squeals, half of disgust, half of ecstasy. He’d taken me where I’d never gone before.

When he was sure I’d swallowed all his cum that had been in my ass he raised his head and said, “Now your turn.” With that he grabbed my aching, unsatisfied cock, quickly working it back up to full hardness with his mouth and hand. It didn’t very many strokes before the combined friction made my organ explode, hard spurts jetting into his mouth while my head thrashed and my body writhed in ecstasy.

“Oh God!”

He raised his head again, cheeks bulging. I was ready for him this time. I opened my mouth to receive the load I’d just shot, clots of thick, foamy white scum dripping onto my lips and chin, falling into my eager throat.

Our lips ground together over and over, smearing semen over both our faces, collecting it again with our tongues and passing it back and forth. Finally we each swallowed our share and broke apart. With one last sigh of exhaustion Rick dropped his head onto my chest. I put my arms around him and tousled his hair, the first gesture of simple affection either of us had allowed ourselves that afternoon.

“That was fucking amazing,” I told him.

His smile was slow this time, his eyes no longer steely. “Glad you liked.”

We lay in each other’s arms without speaking as our breathing slowly returned to normal. Finally, he stirred and sat up on the bed. As I had done so many times before I admired the rippling muscles in his back.

“Bathroom’s yours if you want to get cleaned up. Use any towel you want. They’re all clean.”

In his shower I thought about what had just happened as I washed off the traces of our furious encounter. A stranger had pushed me without mercy into doing things I’d seldom or never done. I’d let it happen without protest–in fact I couldn’t remember the last time I’d enjoyed sex this much. What did that say about me? I wasn’t sure I wanted to go there just yet.

Rick was gone when I walked back into the bedroom. I picked up the few pieces of clothing I’d been wearing and put them on. I figured now that he had satisfied his curiosity about me the guy was going to ease me back out of his life. I was used to one-and-done hookups and this one looked to be no different.

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I quickly crawled to the kitchen, still with the scent of daddy’s crotch in my nose and brain. I couldn’t wait to smell it again. I stood up and grabbed two beers and put them in my mouth. I crawled back on all fours towards daddy. He was filming me on his phone.

“What a good little slut. Just don’t get any ideas about having one of my beers,” he growled.

“No daddy. I just thought I would get two to save time. You know, in case you wanted another,” I said.

“I think you just wanted to show you can take more than one in your filthy fucking fag mouth, didn’t you bitch?”

“Yes daddy,” I said right before he grabbed me by the hair.

“What you want to do now, slut?”

“I badly want to lick and taste your crotch, daddy. I need to smell it again.” He spat in my face.

“You haven’t earned the right to do that yet,” I begged for his approval once more. “Seeing as you’re on your hands and knees, I want you to pray to me now bow your head and say ‘You’re the boss daddy. I’m your sissy slut slave and will do anything you say.'”

I did this for about two minutes, training myself with this new mantra. It was burned in my brain along with the scent of his sweaty crotch.

“Now, kiss my running shoes as you keep saying it.”

“Yes daddy.” I kissed each running shoe and repeated the mantra, making sure he heard it loud and clear.

“Good faggot. Now, do you want to sniff and lick my big bulge?” He laughed for a bit. “You haven’t earned it yet but you can worship something else. My feet are so sweaty in these running shoes, my socks are soaked. Take them off and worship me fucking fag.”

I kissed each shoe and started to untie the laces. I bursa otele gelen escort slowly started to take his right foot out of the shoe and the sweaty scent hit me without me even being close to it. I placed the shoe next to me when I got a slap on my face from him. “Sniff it, you slut,” he said before spitting in my face. I grabbed the running shoe and buried my nose inside the sole. It was like a strong vinegar. I looked up at my master, my owner, as I carried on taking big sniffs.

He drank a beer with one hand and filmed me with the other. “You love the stink coming from that shoe, you dirty filthy nasty sissy slut, don’t you?” I just nodded my head and carried on sniffing when he slapped me with the back of his hand. “Daddy asks you a question, you answer. I won’t tell you again.” I immediately apologized and carried on sniffing the shoe. “Sissy loves the smell so bad, he just nods his head like the dirty dog he is. Wait until he gets the socks.”

I look up at daddy, pleading with puppy dog eyes, begging silently. He then takes his other running shoe off himself and sticks the other over my nostril, using the laces to tie the shoe to my face.

“Carry on sniffing that shoe and you can now use your free hands to rub my sweaty feet.” I carry on sniffing the shoe as I grab his foot. I feel the sock is soaked in sweat. I work my way through rubbing the arches, the heels, the toes, absolutely loving it. I try and rub the big soles as hard as I can when he voices his displeasure.

“Fucking pathetic loser can’t even rub feet.” He then untied the shoe from my face and threw it on the floor. “Place bursa eve gelen escort that shoe neatly next to the other one.” I instantly do as he says.

“You want my sweaty feet all over your fag face, don’t you?”

“Please daddy. I loved the smell of your shoes. I know the socks will be even more powerful,” I pleaded.

“You held them, so sniff your hands and tell me if you still want them.” I brought my hands to my face and couldn’t help but moan as the scent was so sexual. “If you love the smell on your hands so much, then taste them. Come on, cunt. Worship the sweat from your hands and fingers.” I lick my hands and look up to show daddy how much I love it.

“What a pathetic beta bitch,” he says, carrying on filming me on my hands and knees. He’s clearly aroused as I lick each individual finger. “Okay, I think you have earned my feet on your face now.” He then slapped me with the sole of his foot, first the left and then the right and then spat in my face. “You should thank daddy for foot slapping your fag face.”

“Yes daddy. I’m sorry. Thank you so much.” He then did it again and I thanked him after each slap. He laughed.

“Go on and beg to be my human footstool.” Already on my knees, I started praying. He placed his big muscular legs on my back. They were so heavy, they forced me to arch my back. I was unsure how long I could last like this.

“You’re fucking pathetic. You would literally do anything I say, won’t you fag?” I nodded and he then took his legs off my back. “Turn back in position, bitch.” He then placed both feet over my face. The scent was intense and the weight bursa escort bayan of his legs almost forced me all the way backwards to the floor. I tried to push forwards, burying my face into his soles. I sniffed hard and let out soft moans. I was intoxicated from the smell. He rubbed them up and down my face.

“You love this, don’t you?” He then laughed and turned to the camera, “As you can see here, we have a pathetic beta bitch.” I carried on sniffing and moaning loving every second. He pulled them away. “Don’t you think you should be kissing them?”

“Yes daddy. I didn’t want to without permission.”

“That’s a good slut. You don’t want daddy hitting you, do you?”

“No daddy,” I said except it was futile. He then slapped me with his soles again and I thanked him each time.

“Good faggot. Now, kiss my feet.” I kissed the top of each socked foot and thanked him each time.

“Now, the soles. Kiss the soles. You belong beneath your master.” I grabbed his muscular leg lifted it, thanking him again after each kiss. “Start licking and sucking the sweat from them dirty socks, you dirty cunt.”

I lick up and down the sock, thanking daddy for the privilege to taste the sweat. He laughs as me and occasionally spits in my face, calling me a sock slut.

“Worship that sock like you would my big dick.” I start sucking the heel, kissing and licking from the arches to the toes. I try and take every toe in my mouth.

“Good slut. Fucking suck on them toes. Suck all the sweat out them socks, faggot.” As I carry on, I feel him pushing his foot further down my throat until I’m gagging. “You love getting throat fucked and gagging, don’t you foot fag?” I know not to just nod my head so I try to say “yes daddy” with his sweaty socked foot in my throat.

“What was that, whore?” he asked as he took his foot out of my mouth.

“Yes daddy. I fucking love it.” He slaps me with his foot again I thank him again for doing so. He then puts the other foot down my throat until I gag. I moan, acknowledging I love it.

part 3 coming soon…

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Imagine a world in which cocksuckers are not maligned and belittled, but honored and celebrated and loved. The Neptune all male sex club turns out to be just such a place.

Randy and I were at home in our cozy apartment. I was excited. I had just been named Neptune cocksucker of the month! This was a big honor in the club and there was going to be a special awards celebration.

I asked my lover Randy what these special celebrations were like. He just grinned and said, “Just wait. You will like it. You will like it a lot. Now shut up and finish sucking me the fuck off.”

It turned out that the Neptune kept track of how many people each member had given blow jobs to. This was almost automatic, what with the ubiquitous chip implants and with the cameras that filmed everything that happened anywhere in the club. They only counted a suckoff if you had actually taken a man’s load–or at least most of it (sometimes guys shared loads).

They even posted a list of the top ten cocksuckers right next to the lobby’s big eroticTom of Finland style drawings of the two guys on their knees at glory holes. Most of us liked to be on this list because it meant you could count on being ordered to your knees a lot and have a cock shoved in your face.

Not only had I won, but I had won hands down. (Butch came in second.)

I was shaking with excitement as I entered the Neptune the next night–eager to experience whatever the fuck the celebration would entail. I was pretty sure it would involve a lot of throat pounding.

As I entered I saw that the entryway drug dispensary station was blinking violet and my name was displayed. The screen said,EAT ME. MoreAlice in Wonderland vibes. What would it be this time? Magic mushrooms?

It evidently referred to a single small capsule sitting on a little dish. I happily took the pill and washed it down with the usual ice cold glass of juice—pineapple this time. This was bound to be fun. I found out later that it was just ordinary LSD—a drug that I had once been somewhat afraid of. But I totally trusted the Neptune. They had a perfect knowledge of everybody’s psychology and body chemistry.

I should have been clued in by the sound system which was playing “Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds.”

Anyway, it would be the best trip I ever took.

On one whole wall there was a screen showing a video of me vigorously sucking cock through a gloryhole. The text crawl below it said, “Congratulations you fucking insatiable cocksucker,” and similar remarks.

Being so blatantly called out as a cocksucker made me hard as hell. I just loved being called a cocksucker. I loved nothing more than having other guys watching me worship dick.

I felt an overwhelming longing to have a cock shoved into my mouth right then. The fact that Chuck and Mike were rolling around on the floor of the lobby, engaged in one of their endless mutual cocksucking sessions added to my excitement.

That bastard Francisco took my clothes at the check-in and then made me suck him off—as usual. I was annoyed at this delay but unable to resist his big hard cock, and he knew it.

While I had been blowing him through his dutch door glory hole, the rest of the guys had been setting up a special apparatus with a cot in the middle of the lobby. This was where my celebration and/or humiliation would take place.

Once I had gotten Francisco’s load (the first of many, I hoped), Jeff and Jeremy lovingly took my hands and guided me to the interesting looking cot apparatus. They instructed me to lie down on my back.

I noticed that Rudy had set up several cameras. Evidently bursa eskort the whole adventure would be immortalized on film.

While these preparations were going on, I looked around. Chuck and Mike had finally finished their sixty-nine. But Francisco was now himself on his knees blowing some guy thru the check-in booth glory hole.

I recognized the man he was sucking. It was the hunky bartender who had kissed me one night in the yellow neon bar. I really had to find out who that guy was.

The bottom of the comfortable cot sloped gently down. There was an opening where people could lie down or kneel between my legs, which were spread eagled. My bare feet were resting on the carpet.

I glimpsed Chuck and Mike down there under the cot. Jeff and Jeremy got down on their bellies on the floor and began to lick and nibble on my bare feet. Chuck was on his knees in a sunken cubical below and began to lick my balls. My balls felt really big and Chuck was soon making a meal of it.

Mike told me one time that Chuck was obsessed with balls. He said he liked balls the way Butch liked cock, or Jeff & Jeremy liked feet. He was a total scrotum junkie.

Woody and Grant were standing on my left and right sides. They grasped my hands and guided them to their hard cocks. Their cocks felt huge and I let out an involuntary sigh. I loved the hotness and hardness as I stroked them. Woody bent down and gave me an affectionate peck on the lips.

The two cocks in my hand felt as big as mountains. (Evidently the LSD was kicking in!)

I had a momentary illusion that the whole universe consisted of nothing but cock. That was OK with me.

Woody’s dick began to spurt and soon his whole cock was sloppy with cum, but he didn’t lose any of his hard-on. I continued to stroke them both until Grant came too. I now was jerking off two sticky, slippery, still hard cocks.

All the while the boys were furiously slurping on my toes. Jeff had managed to get half of my left foot down his throat. What was it with these guys and feet!

Chuck was murmuring, “I love your fucking big balls, stud,” and licking enthusiastically as he soaked my scrotum with saliva.

It was a sexy turn-on to recall how this very same hungry ball worshipper had often topped me by fucking my face or ramming his big dick up my ass. Or Randy’s. Or both of us one after the other.

I now saw that Mike had greased up his fingers and was beginning to force his hand up my ass.

I wondered how Mike and Chuck managed to both fit down there in the compartment below me. The apparatus was more elaborate and compartmentalized than was immediately apparent.

Now Randy got down on his knees in front of Grant and began to lick my right armpit. He moaned loudly and slurped and licked my whole armpit like a man starved.

Fred was now similarly engaged at my left armpit. Periodically he forcefully shoved his face—nose first—into my pit and licked and growled and wiggled his head exactly like a big puppy dog.

The man definitely had possibilities.

All through this I never left off jerking off Woody and Grant. I managed to get Grant to cum a second time. My lover, bless his hungry mouth, momentarily left off attending to my armpit and plunged down on Grant’s cock and got most of his second load. Grant then plunged his still spurting cock into my armpit.

Soon Randy was back at the armpit, slobbering and licking up Grant’s cum overflow.

The acid was now rolling in and I had an intense awareness of everything that was going on around me. It all seemed escort bayan to be in slow motion and yet paradoxically frenzied and explosively sexual at the same time.

My beautiful Randy partly stood up and gently kissed me on the lips. I loved him so much and the kiss seemed to involve all of our friends at the same time—as if I was kissing all of them too, while they sucked and licked and made love to various parts of my naked body.

Randy whispered, “Get ready lover.” and went back to enthusiastically cleaning my armpit with his tongue.

I noticed bathhouse attendant Tom on his knees sucking off Rudy. Rudy continued filming in spite of the distraction. Tom’s dick was hard as hell and sticking straight up in the air. I was thinking, “What a shame somebody could not be sucking on that huge, thick, hard, luscious fucking cock.”

Suddenly Tim appeared and, facing me, straddled my prone body. After a quick kiss he lowered his ass onto my raging hard cock. I was now buried up to the hilt in his ass. He squirmed with delight.

Tim was a sort of honorary third member of the partnership of me and Randy. We both loved him a lot, but had reluctantly turned down his invitation to form a thruple. However, that did not stop us from frequently cornering him when we ran into him in the Neptune, throwing him down, and plowing his magnificent and amazeballs fuckable ass.

The excitement was just beginning. I was now virtually flying and floating and singing and falling and whirling and high as hell as I saw in slow motion that Parker was straddling me facing Tim who he put his arms around and kissed on the mouth. It was a long slow deep kiss and I wished it was me with Parkers busy tongue in my mouth. There was so much going on!

But then I could see no more as Parker sat down on my face.

Now my tongue was trying desperately to work its way into Parker’s asshole. So hot! I began coming in Tim’s ass and I could feel Parker beating off furiously as I frantically rimmed him. I was incredibly honored to be able to rim his heavily muscled man ass.

I just kept cumming. I heard Tim’s voice yelling, “Oh God! Shoot your load up my ass, sweetheart!”

I could tell that Parker was also cumming and, incredibly, Grant and Woody were also cumming again—all over my hands. It felt like the silky cum was pouring out of their cocks and coating my hands and arms with gallons of delicious cream. I had a momentary hallucination that I was swimming through an ocean of cum.

At the same time I realized that Mike (or somebody) now had his whole fist up my ass and was working the rest of his forearm up there too. I desperately wanted his whole arm up my ass.

Chuck’s oral attention to my balls had reached a frenzy. I was sure that Jeff and Jeremy were cumming too, as I continued to shoot my load up Tim’s violently squirming eager ass. It felt like his ass was milking the cum out of my dick.

Suddenly Parker lifted up off my face and slammed his spurting cock into Tim’s mouth and shot and shot and shot and shot—or so it seemed to me in my stoned state.

I realized that between my feet and hands and armpits and cock and balls and asshole and mouth that I was having sex with at least eight guys at the same time.

I felt an overwhelming love for all of them and seemed to hang in space as I shot my load again and again and again.

I either blacked out or just fell asleep for few minutes.

When I came to, I was covered with sweat and cum, and Woody was gently chewing on my nipples, and Chuck had my now soft dick gorukle escort in his mouth, and Randy was still licking my armpit.

The night was not over, however. My friends knew what I needed above all other experiences. They soon made sure I got it.

After a complicated untangling of numerous gorgeous naked bodies, they lifted me up and carried me to a beautiful shower room that I had never seen before.

I was really tripping now. I felt like a god as Tim and Randy and Chuck and Mike and the boys and Woody took turns soaping me up and washing me and showering me with gentle kisses to my mouth and tits and arms and belly. Then they all lovingly dried me off.

For some reason I temporarily got hung up on the beautiful blue Neptune logos that decorated the big luxurious white towels. “The Neptune has brought me all this love,” I thought, as tears of happiness rolled down my face.

Then they carried me to the suckoff gallery. Randy and Tim roughly pushed me down onto my knees in front of a glory hole. A big cock appeared.

Hard cocks were sticking through all of the glory holes. In my stoned state, the room seemed to be rotating like a merry-go-round. It was a lovely feeling. I looked at the line of hard cocks, and they now seemed to go off to infinity. I wanted to suck all of them.

Randy’s big hands grabbed my head and forced me down on the cock at the glory hole. He just slammed my head down on the dick and made me take it all the way down my throat.

This made my dick get really hard, and when a second, and then a third cock were subsequently shoved into my mouth I did not need anyone to force my head down, because I was unable to stop taking each of them all the way down my throat.

It was as if an irresistible magnetic force was making me swallow them to the root.

Besides, Randy himself had dropped to his knees at the next glory hole and was vigorously sucking cock too. This excited me tremendously.

He was almost as big a cocksucker as I was and in fact had come in third in the count of cocks sucked. He would never catch up to me, however—but he sure did try.

I momentarily stopped sucking and looked down the suckoff gallery. The corridor was designed to be lined with cocksuckers, and that is what I now saw. I saw all of my friends on their knees sucking cock.

They were all on their knees sucking cock! Goddam! Fucking cocksuckers. Beautiful fucking cocksuckers!

As soon as any one of us got a load, the cock pulled out and was replaced by an even bigger cock and the cocksucker took that one too. We all remained on our knees for the rest of the night and probably sucked off a couple of hundred cocks before the sun came up.

In my totally stoned state I imagined that I outdid them all by sucking off a thousand men and swallowing two thousand loads.

Of course this was fantasy and hallucination but it really did seem like that is what I did, and, in fact, I am told that I did set a few records, and may have actually sucked off over thirty guys.

To cap off the night, they led me to another room that I had never seen before. It was octagon shaped, had a padded floor, spotlights in the ceiling, and the walls were formed by eight mirrors.

Then all of my friends—and a whole lot of other studs too—gathered in a ring and made me and Randy and Tim suck off every one of them bukkake style.

You could see reflections of the three hungry cocksuckers, brightly spotlighted, on their knees in the center of the room, going off to infinity in all directions.

Talk about a happy awards celebration!

Of course it was all filmed.

My acid tripping night on my knees in the octagon continued to obsess me for the next week and I made Randy let me blow him again and again.

Tim helped him satisfy me and between them both face fucking me for a couple days straight, finally satisfied my cock lust.

Temporarily. Temporarily.

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Reunion in Staten Island 2

Two guys continue their relationship

There have been lots of requests for a sequel to Statie Island Reunion. This is pretty much stand-alone, but it is helpful to have read the first story first. All characters and places are fictional despite apparent references to reality. All characters engaged in sexual activity are over 18. ©2024, Brunosden. All rights reserved.

It’s late Friday afternoon. Mom left for Ft. Lauderdale yesterday after closing on the house. My meager possessions had been moved (by me) to a storage locker on the Island on Wednesday afternoon. I had supervised the move of her stuff on Thursday and she had stayed the night with a friend. I had taken two and half days off from work at F then drive them out? Is that what you’ve got in mind for me Billy?”

We were both enjoying the repartee–not to say anything about the terrific start-stop sex. But, I was painfully hard and ready to launch. And I could feel his little fuckers fighting to rush to the sun. “So this is what good lawyers do. We climb back in the saddle and prove our mettle.” I pushed him down hard and rammed with all my strength. Again he howled, for effect I think, but I pounded being sure to really punish his love nut. Over and over I jammed Kyle-jr into his molten hole. Then I let loose a gusher. He squeezed his butt cheeks to hold me tight and exploded as my spunk worked deep inside his hole. Then I bent down and nipped his neck to leave my “Kyle was here” mark.

I strained one last time to deposit the last of my cum as deeply as I could. Then I collapsed in sated exhaustion on this huge man that I had just taken in sexual combat. And still plugged tight.

“I’d say that was lawyer 1, client 9.”

“Not on your life. I let you take me–again. That was 10 for both of us. It’s the new math. 1+1=10 for both of us.”

“So it’s decided. You’re cuming to work for bursa merkez escort me.”

“I don’t think you understand, Billy. When a young lawyer leaves his firm, he’s changing his life. I’m in a top tier firm. If I leave and go corporate, no other firm would touch me if we don’t work together. It’s like selling out.”

“So what happens in a few years, when you’ve given up your youth to the grind, if they don’t make you partner? Fuck, they’ve already told you that don’t want your best friend’s business and fees. And you’ve already told me that you don’t like the job.”

“Actually, I love the work, but your’re right. Not the job.”

“So let me make you the offer you can’t refuse: We’re a top contractor, maybe number 3 in New York, with nearly a billion under construction. I’ve got more than a hundred employees and hundreds more under contract. My brother, sisters and I own it all–with the banks of course. I’m gonna be CEO in a month or so. I’ll double your salary at the firm. For a 40 hour week. We’ll get time to spend together. How about the Caribbean in February?”

He smiled, pushed his forearms under his head, and continued, “Kyle, breeders get to fall in love at first sight. I’ve been into you for over ten years. You won’t regret it. I promise. This is really not so sudden. At least for me. I know what I want, and I usually get my way.”

Before I could answer, he pulled me on top of him and our lips met. Again. Deep kissing a guy. I was getting used to it. Then his tongue dove in and started to duel. Fuck, that’s so sexy. So much harder than with a girl. Sex and power and strength are really great together.

A minute later his index finger was teasing the rim and penetrating an inch or so. How the fuck did he expect me to answer his question? I guess he didn’t. He wanted to finish his summation to the jury and bursa yabancı escort call for a verdict before they even had heard all the evidence. This is what he meant by my being incoherent. Once again, my cock started to harden, lengthen and leak. The cum was almost clear for had lots of aroma. He was milking me. I guess I had given him my answer. In the best way that I knew how. I let him. Actually, I wiggled my ass a bit to encourage his index finger deeper. Fuck he was a good negotiator. He always appealed first to the little brain in my dick. I’m going to have to work on that.

We didn’t leave the bed that night. We each had several more orgasms, more than I’ve ever had in any 24 hour period. Twice I took control and topped. The other time he did. His hole was clearly hungry for a little dick. Hell not a little dick, but my nice hefty banana. The second time I took him was long and lush. He was well-lubricated. So the slide was easier while still hot and tight–and I had more stamina. He kept calling for me to punch his love nut. And who am I, a mere future employee, to deny my future boss anything he wanted? I punched, then scraped, then crowded and paused. I could just feel the mutual throbbing of our blood vessels pumping size into our love machines.

The last was the best. I could feel his tightening walls pulsing against my hard shaft as he tightened his glute muscles. The build was slow and powerful. More like a giant surfing wave than the lap of waves on the shore. Build. Build. Curl. Tunnel, Pipe. Feel the tension. Move everything in its path. Then crash–as my legs and thighs stiffened to cause my cockhead to plunge head first into the crest–and his chute. It was exhilarating. Then climactic. Then suddenly peaceful. The release was incredible. I was drowning in his musk only to emerge, gripping him tight like a life bursa sınırsız escort preserver and plugging him forcefully.

I knew he felt it too. He filled my palm with repeated spurts of foaming cum. We lay with me partially over him as I began to massage his cum into his balls and cock and then up onto his hard square pecs. Finally I palmed the sensitive glans and he thrust his ass into me. I was still hard and deeply buried. I felt he was part of me.

We slept. I’m not sure when I slipped out. But my fist held his cock softly as we slept. Hours later we awakened in each other’s arms. My cock was resting in his cleft ready for more. I started to probe his rim, but he claimed he was sore. I relented and let him demolish my ass. Then, I made him go to the gym with me anyway. I think I’ve just established my worth as consigliere. But, he’s the capo.

I did work Friday, but I’m not sure how I managed to avoid some deprecating comment about the wild night that I had had on a “work night.” I was tired and drained. I looked drained and spent. And I walked funny. But, I did get through the day.

I was supposed to work Saturday and Sunday. But I blew both days off. I was leaving, and I knew that I would never see any part of the year-end bonus that was now four months off. Adding another 20 billable and giving up another weekend wasn’t going to change that. I’d give them notice on Monday. They could fire me on the spot. I don’t care. But, they wouldn’t. They didn’t want to lose my work in process. And I had a really good rep and a higher billing rate. I needed the weekend to think, and to “discuss” my future with Billy. Unfortunately, we did a lot more fucking than discussing that weekend.

*****

But, I handed in my resignation early Monday the following week and spent the rest of the day responding to various partners trying to talk me out of it. There were no suggestions of higher wages, bonuses or hints about early partnership eligibility. By six, it was a fait accompli. Al walked in with a last minute assignment just as I was putting on my suit coat. I looked up at him, smiled and said, “I’ll be happy to take care of this during regular hours. See you tomorrow, Al.” You shuld have seen his face. He’d been cold-cocked by an associate!

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Part 1 of a series. Each story can be read individually.

I generally don’t swim in hotels but I couldn’t believe my luck when I checked out the pool at the local Marriott. A slim, soaking wet man was posing in the hottub in the corner of the indoor pool space, his Iphone propped up on the floor in front of him.

His hands were on his hips, taking a side profile shot of his amazing body, and I noticed his wide hips and thick ass right away. The door slammed behind me and he looked my way with embarrassment on his face.

“Don’t mind me” I laughed with a grin. I normally wouldn’t be so forward but I was seriously mesmerized by what I saw. He was wearing the skimpiest briefs I had ever seen, the neon blue fabric stretching to contain his ass and a significant bulge. Bright yellow drawstrings hung down in front, swinging as he turned towards me.

“Hey sorry about that. Thought the place was mostly empty.”

“No worries at all,” I replied, “I’m jealous of whoever gets those pics. Wife, gf, or boyfriend maybe?”

He appreciated the flirting escort bayan and seemed to relax. “It’s for an OnlyFans account actually. My wife and I run it together.”

He initially wrapped himself with a towel, but as we kept talking, he carefully removed it and laid it down on a nearby chair. I kept looking down at his briefs and his bulge, not even pretending to hide my glances. He laughed.

“I can show you the account if you’d like?”

“I’d love that,” I replied, “if it’s anything like what I’m seeing now I might even subscribe.”

He handed me his phone, introducing himself as Justin, and invited me to scroll.

Marveling at the incredible photos I gently exhaled, prompting him to laugh. There was clear sexual tension, but I was still surprised when he invited me up to his room. “I have a few other pairs of briefs up there and you can look at the pics on my laptop – much better quality,” he said with a grin.

When we got to his room his towel came off again, falling to his feet. I eyed him görükle escort up and down, pausing on his bulge, and he turned around to show a back angle. I felt the blood rushing to my cock, slowly filling my shaft as I reached out to grip and knead his ass cheeks.

He sauntered closer to me and backed his ass up against my rapidly hardening cock. After pressing his ass against me for a minute or two, he turned around, got on his knees, and positioned his face inches from my crotch.

He pulled my shorts down to my thighs. My cock flopped out, bouncing just a few inches from his face. He took my shaft in his hand and started stroking. It was quite a sight, a smooth, tanned, 30-something man stroking my cock as he squatted in front of me in the tiniest briefs imaginable.

I looked down and saw he had a raging boner himself. He was clearly turned on, his cock straining against the spandex material of his briefs.

He took my hard cock in his mouth and started sucking, eagerly running his tongue along bursa escort bayan my head an shaft. His mouth was warm and wet and as more of his saliva lubed my cock he started sliding back and forth with ease. Kneeling in front of me, his head bobbed back and forth eagerly, gaining pace as time went on. His hands grabbed my butt checks, giving him leverage as he pulled my dick forcefully into his mouth.

He was highly skilled, and before long I was breathing heavily, ready to cum. I told him to get ready, causing him to double his efforts, and released a giant load into the back of his throat, grunting as I finished. He briefly gagged but kept his mouth closed around my shaft, breathing through his nose. When I pulled out he daintily licked the cum from my cock head.

“Take another look at my account let me know what you like” he said while handing me his phone again. As he got up and washed his face I went through his OnlyFans account and saw literally hundreds of pics of him in speedos, leggings, sports gear, and more skimpy underwear. He and his wife shared the account, and it looked like his wife took many of the pics of him.

I told him I couldn’t believe his luck, that he had such an accepting partner, and he shared that they were looking for a third to take pictures with. Now it was my turn to be lucky; we exchanged numbers and promised to meet again soon.

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For all intents and purposes, I’m a happily married straight man. Beautiful wife, two lovely children, nice home in a major city, well-paid office job I mostly do remotely.

But maybe it’d be more accurate to say I’m, well, “mostly” straight. Because every once in a while, there’s an an itch that the wife (or one of the girlfriends we have threesomes with) just can’t scratch. Every “straight” guy who’s had the good fortune to experiment with the right dude (or dudes) knows what I’m talking about. Sometimes you need to cut loose in ways only other guys get. Urges that require the throbbing veins of an understanding dude’s hard dick. You need a taste, and he needs one, too.

But I’m getting ahead of myself.

This is a story about how I’ve been taking advantage of the newfound freedoms of working from home. How I decided to use some of that workday downtime to scratch my itches while helping other guys scratch theirs. And you bet it’s been a hot, gratifying time for all.

It started in the early afternoon one Friday. A project wrapped early, so there I was in my home office, with nothing to do. No one else was in the house, nor would they be for a while.

So what did I do? What any red-blooded horndog would: I fished my dick out of my trousers and started rubbing it.

I started with some straight porn–some dirty stories on the monitor next to a video of a little blonde with a fat ass getting railed by her step-dad. But soon I found myself eying up his dick more than I was eying her tits. So I popped open a glory hole video. Skinny Asian girl on her knees pleasing dick after dick. And damn did that look good. She’s slurp those veiny things right on up. The first guy–big cut Black dick–knocked on the wall, groaned “I’m cumming, baby,” and she just jerked and licked it to completion all over her face and lips! “That’s good cum,” she moaned, sucking a glob off her fingers for the camera.

Damn, lucky girl.

As a big white dick pushed through the next hole–gleaming with precum (and yes, I wanted it bad by then)–I got a text from my work buddy, Jerry.

Hey wyd?

I smiled and shot back, nm, just enjoying some quality downtime 😜🥵

I saw those three dots in iMessage quickly turn to a nice, man, me too

And then came a pic. A pic of Jerry’s veiny cock, hard and just begging to be teased and pleased.

You see, Jerry and I have a special relationship. Good working relationship, good fun at office happy hours. Our wives get along. It also happens that he feels the limits of a hetero marriage. We learned that about each other when we were both working late in the office and decided to decompress with a workout in the office building’s gym. Things got steamy by the time we were showering off. Maybe I’ll tell you about that sometime.

But back to the Friday afternoon. And how Jerry had just offered me his hot cock via iMessage.

Mmm nice indeed, I typed back. And then I sent him a picture of my dick. Jerry and I are about the same size below the belt, which is to say nice and meaty. His is maybe a little less thick and has an upward curve to his beautiful bitch-breaker. And, believe me, we both have more than enough dick to please all but the most notorious of size queens.

Fuck yeah bro 🥵 was the reply

You at home, I asked.

Ya. Wife with her sister until tonight.

Perfect, I thought. Want company?

You know it. And this time, he sent a photo of his cock from below. From the angle a hungry cocksucker would see on their knees before slobbering on it.

I sent a thumbs up emoji. I ran up to the bedroom, made some preparations, and hopped down to the car. Jerry lived a few neighborhoods over. The drive was quick. Midday traffic really make our antics a breeze.

I rolled up to the door and rang the smart bell. It beeped invitingly, letting me know I was more than welcome inside. I could feel my prick dribbling precum in my sweatpants. Among other things. But we’ll get to that.

Basement den, read the message from Jerry on my phone. So I walked down the foyer to the basement stairs.

And there I saw Jerry on the futon. Gym tee on, naked from the waist down, slowly stroking that glorious slicked up dick of his. Across he had some porn on the TV of a trans girl in a bikini at a glory hole. Her hard dick was hanging out as she sucked away on her knees.

Did I mention that Jerry is a man of excellent taste?

“That’s a nice one,” I grinned, eying up Jerry’s hung member. I grabbed my own bulge through my sweatpants to emphasize just how much I was enjoying the view.

“I know, man, I’m fucking hot for it.” He was slowly pumping his fist up and down his greasy shaft. I was loving the sight of that thing. I’m pretty sure I licked my lips. And I’m pretty sure he saw. “I’m precreaming so much already, dude. See?” He pumped his fist tightly up his shaft towards the head. A nice, pearly glob beaded on the head of his dick.

“God damn, dude. Fuck that looks good,” I said.

“Tastes even better,” he replied. bursa merkez escort He swiped a finger from his other hand over the eye of his prick he held the finger up to me, making sure I could see the gleaming treat. He pushed his finger to his mouth, his eyes on mine, and sucked it, making a moaning mmm sound for emphasis. “Fuck yeah, that’s the stuff.”

I, too, was leaking pre at this point. Seeing my chill, masc workbud savor his own precum had me fucking boned up. Even my asshole was twitching with possibility.

I flipped the waistband of my sweats down, freeing my own precummy man meat. On the TV, the hot trans girl was getting cum blasted all over her face and moaning. But Jerry’s eyes were glued to my poll.

“I got my own good stuff,” I said. I started stroking for him, spreading my natural lubricant all over my veiny shaft.

“Damn, dude, that’s hot.” We were both stroking our dicks, staring at each other’s hot, hard cocks. Me, standing there by the basement stairs. And Jerry, leaned back into the soft couch, eyefucking my tool just as hard as I was eyefucking his.

“Want to see it better?” I asked.

“Fuck yeah,” he quickly confirmed.

I walked towards him, shuffling my sweats so they were right above my knees. I could feel the central air system blowing on my bare ass. It felt glorious and free.

I was maybe a foot from Jerry’s face now. And boy was he looking hot for my cock. Mouth parted in a grin. Dick in his hand. Such a nasty sight.

“Looks so good, man,” he groaned out. His hand sped up its strokes all up and down his piece. I grinned and started stroking slower and slower. I wanted to show it off.

I took a step closer. Now I was only a good few inches from Jerry’s mouth. He had a few days of stubble on him and was in his glasses. No need to shave and pop in contacts when you’re working breezy from home all day.

“Tastes even better, I’d wager,” I moaned.

“Yeah?” He egged me on coyly.

“Oh yeah.”

Jerry grinned up at me, wrapped his free hand around my cock, and leaned his head forward. His lips found my cock and parted, sliding over me and welcoming me into his warm, married mouth.

“Fuck yes, dude,” I groaned, letting my head fall back as I basked in the glory of my pal’s sucking maw. He ran his tongue all over the head as he bobbed gently up and down. He went deeper and deeper, really getting into DL cocksucking. He stroked the base with that fist of his, his other hand tugging away on his prick.

Jerry was a great cocksucker.

“You’re right, man,” he agreed, popping his mouth off my meat. “That mess tastes great.” He leaned back in with a moan and sucked me deeper.

My hand found the back of Jerry’s head. “Enjoy it, dude,” I encouraged. “Slurp up every bit I’m dripping. Fuck, that’s a hot cocksucker.”

With my prick still embedded in Jerry’s suckling mouth, I got on my knees on the sofa, coaxing his head along with me. I needed to be closer to reach his dick. Poor guy shouldn’t have to stroke it himself when he has his horny buddy around to help him out.

As I reached over for Jerry’s impressive tool, I felt his throat open up and start to take my dick down deeper. My fingers found Jerry’s and gave it a light squeeze as his throat started to glug on my cock.

“You like swallowing dick, man?” I prodded as I slowly fisted his tool. “Does it make you throb? Throating this fuckstick?”

Jerry drew back with a nasty, spitty popping sound. “Oh fucking shit, yes,” he enthused. “Love sucking dick like a bitch.” He plunged himself back down my poll, feasting away like a happy dickholster.

Yeah, Jerry got me.

I drew my hand down Jerry’s dick as he happily bobbed his head on mine. Down to his balls. Massaged them good. Damn, that felt nice. I gave each a light tug and a squeeze, making him groan with appreciation as he sucked me harder. It felt great to roll those nuts between my fingers as Jerry rolled his tongue all along my prick.

I brought my hand back up Jerry’s cock to the head, gathered some of his pre on my fingers, and brought them to my mouth. I admired the glistening goo before nudging it to my mouth, just as Jerry had with his before. If his mouth were getting coated in my prespunk, it seemed only fair to let his invade mine, too.

“You’ve got a tasty wad there,” I complimented. Jerry looked up at me, my cock still between his lips, and watched as I licked at my fingers.

“I wonder whose tastes better,” he mused, pumping my spit-sloppy prick with his hand.

I smirked. “Guess we’ll find out.”

As Jerry resumed blowing me, I reached back down to his dick. Sloppy with my spit from lapping Jerry’s precream off my fingers, my hand glided easily all up and down his turgid prick. I let my hand trace lower, down passed Jerry’s balls, and right down to his crinkled asshole.

“Mmmm,” Jerry moaned with glee as my fingertip traced his rim. He parted his legs a little wider and scooched forward on the bursa yabancı escort couch, making it easier for me to play with his pucker.

“Oh you like that, bro? Like having your ass played with while you blow dick?” His hole was twitching. Practically begging me to slip a finger up him.

“God damn, man, you know I do.”

“Gonna finger your pussy while you suck dick like a bitch, man,” I cautioned without concern, teasing his ring.

“Slide it right up me,” he begged, his mouth barely off my dick. “Hook that finger up my fuckhole–oh fuck yes!” He grunted in bliss as I did just that. His asshole beckoned my digit inside and his mouth sank back down my cock.

“You love being a finger-fucked cocksucker, don’t you?” I teased. I grabbed his head harder, packing my meat into his throat. “Want to feel your cunt stretch good for me as your throat gobbles my cock?” I knew the answer.

“Mhmmmm,” he moaned, not even trying to unpack his mouth from all the dick I was feeding him. In fact, he leaned in and swallowed it deeper.

“You fucking nasty cocksucker!” I spat as he slurped down my dick. “Gobble that up. Fucking suck it while I open up your pussy.” I emphasized the last word. Straight guys deserve to have their holes pleased just like cunts, too.

He pulled back and took his mouth off my dick. I used the opportunity to grasp his cock with one hand as I continued slowly dipping a finger in and out of his asshole. “I’m not the only one who likes his backdoor opened up and stuffed, am I?” He teased.

“Yeah? You think I love it up my asshole the way you do?”

“I know you do. Yeah, pump my cock and hole like that.” He reached around my body and grabbed my ass. “I bet it’ll take just one touch and–well fuck.”

“Mmm,” I moaned, as his finger stimulated my hole. But it was indirect.

“What have we here, you dirty bottom bitch?”

He pressed again. His finger was pressing the flared base of the plug in my ass, causing it to increase the pressure on my prostate. And to stuff me deeper. I swear, I could feel my dick produce another glob of preejaculate at that. Jerry clearly saw that. He leaned in again and swaddled my cock in his lips, drinking the new treat I had coming out of my dick for him. Except this time, he was pressing my plug up my ass.

“Drink that goo, bro,” I barked as he stimulated my shithole. “Fuck, I cream so much when you get at my ass.”

“God damn!” Jerry roared. He pushed himself back on the couch so he was further away from me. Just far enough to grab my head and pull it onto his dick. Just far enough to make me stick out my ass as I bent over, my knees on the sofa cushion, and took my friend’s cock between my lips. “Suck that fucking dick, you plugged little bitch!” Jerry impelled.

Not like I needed encouragement. Like many “straight” guys, it only took the right circumstances–and the right cock–to get me happily to my knees to be a slutty dicksucker.

Jerry’s cock tasted so fucking sexy. Clean yet pleasantly musty, save for the sweet gloss of precum he’d rubbed in all over. I lapped at his cockveins as my head rocked in his lap. I held his prick at the base as I slurped away, drawing more prespunk up out the shaft and into my mouth. Yummy.

I turned my head to look up at Jerry. He was sneering like a victorious stud, his bitch securely in place to orally service him. “Your pre tastes great today, man,” I informed him. To prove it, I suckled his balls into my mouth before licking right back up his shaft all the way to the tip. I slurped his dick right back into my mouth. Letting it explore my cheeks. Letting my “straight” friend enjoy as much of my “straight” mouth as I could.

“Get all of it, then. Suck out all that ballsauce!”

I was happy to oblige. I bobbled away, my lips smacking as I worked my buddy’s impressive tool to the opening of my throat. His dick deserved a warm hole, and my horny mouth deserved cock. The sensation of his veiny dick along the inside of my cheeks, snaking its way into my throat, was making my cock glob pre.

Then I felt it: Jerry’s fingers prodding and pulling on the plug up my bent-over ass. I shivered, pausing my sucking momentarily as I reveled in the sensations radiating up from my stretched backdoor and through my cock.

“Such a fucking slut,” Jerry mocked playfully as I pushed my ass back to his hand.

“You just know–mmm–how to make a slut out of me,” I agreed, once again blowing my work buddy. He slapped my ass, making me yelp and moan on his dick. He groped my ass, jiggling a cheek.

“Your butt looks so fuckable like this, man. Stick it out more. Arch that back.” I did as he said, still sucking dick. “Yeah. Yeah, that’s nice. Fuck.”

On the TV screen in front of the couch, the trans girl had backed her ass up to the glory hole. You could see a dick sliding though her anal ring. Her halfhard cock bounced out of her bikini bottom, shaking with the force of her top’s thrusts. I could see this bursa sınırsız escort out of the corner of my eye as I blew my buddy. It was so sexy, sucking dick and having my bent-over ass played with. My holes were for his pleasure now, just like his mouth and ass had been for me earlier. Just like how the trans girl on screen was using her holes to please those anonymous cocks that poked through the walls of her dingy booth.

I felt a tug and a stretch–Jerry was pulling the plug out of my ass! “Mmm, oh fuck,” I grunted, looking back over my shoulder. I felt my hole pop as the plug came out. I could see it. Metal, glistening with lube, and entirely clean. Jerry looked in my eyes, lustily. He placed the plug on the carpeted basement floor and redirected his eyes to my uncorked asshole.

“Look at that little pucker,” he hissed. “Look at that sweet baby gape.” I could feel he was right. My asshole felt parted, and I could feel the HVAC air tickling my sphincter.

Jerry sunk fingers up my ass. “Grrnghh,” I grunted, feeling a slight stretch even after the plug had helped open me. “Oh bro–“

“Suck my dick, bitch,” Jerry interrupted, forcing my head back down his prick. Good God, sometimes I just needed to be a bitch for a stud. I complied, moaning in acceptance, and feverishly bobbed my head on Jerry’s dick as he finger-fucked my cunt like he was taking a cheerleader in a classroom on prom night. “Yeah, suck my dick. Fucking suck it.” And did I. His dick was down my throat, the head coursing in and out of my esophagus. Fingers up my ass and a cock in my mouth.

Jerry’s like me, as we know. He likes being the bitch sometimes, too. And he likes the push-and-pull of the power struggle. So as I sucked, as I enjoyed letting his fingers open my boycunt up, I slid a finger back into Jerry’s asshole.

“Yeah, cocksucker, please that ass!” Jerry ordered. He was reaming my ass on his fingers with a sweet undulation, nudging my spot with each inward thrust. Gobbling Jerry’s dick, I hooked my finger, trying to put pressure on those spots I knew turned Jerry into a simpering cunt. “Oh God yeah!” Jerry mewled. He kept his fingers up my ass but paused his finger-fucking. Good. I wanted him to enjoy getting it up the butt, too. Especially as I was blowing him. It makes it so much nastier that he can be dominating me like that and still enjoying his friend’s prying digits up his ass.

“You like it up that hole, bro?” I asked him between slurps of his fuckstick. “You like having your pussy fingered while you get your dick sucked?”

“Fuck yeah, man,” he grumbled seductively. “Work my ass and suck my dick. Open my hole up like I’m opening yours.” I loved tasting Jerry’s pre flowing from his dick as he said shit like that.

And that’s when I felt what must have been another finger sliding up my ass. I made a shivering sound on Jerry’s dick as I felt my bent-over behind stretch open more. I didn’t know if Jerry had lubed his fingers with something or if it’d just the good lube I’d used when I plugged my ass, but I was opening up easy. I couldn’t even move. I moaned around Jerry’s dick, my finger still up his ass, as he prodded my anal pussy open.

“That’s three up you, dude,” he confirmed. Fuuuuuck, I thought. I barely ever got three up my ass when I was doing myself. Amazing he had taken my hole that far already. It made me feel like such a slut. I loved that. And I was making the nastiest moaning sounds on Jerry’s dick. I couldn’t keep it to myself.

“Mrmgmghhh,” I purred with my mouth stuffed with dick.

“Fucking suck it!” Jerry barked. And I did. I resumed throating his dick as he kept my asshole pumped on his three meaty fingers. I wiggled my finger up his butt back and forth as I did. “Oh, that’s nice, cocksucker.”

As I sucked away, I felt Jerry reach under me and grab my own cock. I felt it had been half-hard, but the moment he touched it and started stroking, I got stupid hard stupid fast.

“Oh, bro!” I cried, my mouth off Jerry’s dong.

“You fucking love it from both ends, too, dude!” I couldn’t even respond. My eyes were shut tight. “I can feel that pre again, dude,” Jerry taunted. His hand left my cock, and I felt him rub even more fingers along my stretched anal rim. “Yeah, get you greasy with your own pre,” he narrated.

“Mrghmmm.” I redoubled my efforts sucking Jerry’s dick. I wasn’t the only one who was going to feel good from this nastiness. I moved my mouth off Jerry’s cock, and, stroking it with one hand, I ran my tongue all around his asshole as it remained ever so parted around my finger. It was nice and clean tasting, save for the flavor of dick I had in my mouth. But every brosucker knows that the flavor of cock just makes it better.

“Oh hell yeah,” Jerry sighed.

“Guess I’m not the only one who likes his asshole treated like a pussy, huh?” I posed as I lap and lick all around Jerry’s backdoor.

“Ooh, dude, you know it. Fuck yeah! Eat my fucking ass like it’s a cunt.” Of course, I didn’t do that. I licked his ass like it’s an ass. I love eating my wife’s pussy, but Jerry’s backdoor deserved the lapping, special treatment that only a bro’s tongue can provide. So I gave it to him. Arcing my tongue all along his rim, stroking his cock all soaked with my spit. “Fuck yeah, work it up there!” He barked, grabbing my head, as I stuffed the tip up my tongue into his anal rim and dug it inside.

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Derek was officially too old for this shit.

He was a man pushing well into his forties with a shitty programming job that barely allowed him to afford a studio out west. His weekends should’ve been spent sipping mojitos and enjoying fusion cuisine while having brunch with other people his own age, pretending that he wasn’t well into the tail end of his midlife crisis.

Instead, here he was, placing an ice pack against his forehead in the middle of the fucking Nevada desert. His skull was pounding due to the heavy thud of ceaseless party music that seemed to fill every square inch of his existence. He didn’t even know the fucking name of this so-called genre, let alone the specific artist who was playing it. If you could even really call this music in the first place.

He was the only person for a mile around with grey in his thinning hair and he was the only bear in a crowd that was filled with methed-out twinks and twunks who thought that they were the shit because puberty had given them a little chest hair.

Who in their right mind thought that it was a good idea for him to go to Burning Man?

Oh right, it was you and you yourself who made that amazing decision, Derek. Get it off your bucket list, you said. It’ll be fun, you said.

Lord above, he hated himself for that.

He scoffed and tossed the ice pack back into his tent, standing and stretching his arms above his head. His entire body cracked as a dozen different stiffnesses made themselves known.

As he looked around, he noticed that the campsite was mostly abandoned with only a few strung-out junkies and losers like himself loitering around. Good… good… he liked bumping shoulders with the kind of people that even the dregs of society thought were dregs.

At the very least, there wouldn’t be a line to go take a piss at this time of day.

He grabbed his wallet and started to make his way over to the Porta Potties in the distance. It took all of his willpower to ignore the ache in his back, the itch of his reddened sunburnt skin, and the smell of a body that had gone unwashed for the last forty-eight hours.

This wasn’t a midlife crisis… it totally wasn’t a midlife crisis.

“You doing okay?” someone called.

Derek stopped and looked to his side.

There was a fire a few feet from him with a single guy sitting next to it. They seemed like the very definition of a Tumblr queer with rainbow-coloured hair, a figure on the edge of consensual starvation, and enough piercings that Derek could actually feel the they/them in their bio as if it perspired from their skin like a socially aware sweat.

Still… they didn’t seem like a junkie or loser. Which made him wonder why the fuck they were even here and not with the other twinks getting railed by some questionable midday dick.

“Just a little sunburnt,” Derek grumbled.

The kid laughed. “Tell me about it.” They nodded back towards their tent. “Been trapped in there all day because of it. I swear to God that these companies are just bullshitting the SPF rating of their sunscreen at this point.” They shrugged. “But that’s corporations for you, right?”

Of course, they were like this. Of course, they were bitching about corporations. This kid probably posted Mao memes when people talked about Airbnb.

Derek offered a constrained smile and took a step away. “Anyways, I need to get going.”

“Hey why don’t I come with you,” the kid said, springing to their feet. They flashed a smile that was only a little mischievous in nature. “You look like you could use some company.”

Wait were they… was this… no way… right?

The kid rocked back and forth upon their heels, sparing a moment to wink at him.

Don’t stick your dick in them, Derek. Don’t do it. Don’t stick your dick in the future generation.

It turned out that Derek had genuinely terrible impulse control.

He thought as much as his back slammed against the inside wall of this Porta Potty, causing the whole structure to horrifyingly wobble. For a brief, terrifying second, it jerked abruptly to the left, disobeying gravity, before arching back to the right and landing upon solid ground with a sloshing thud.

The kid barely gave him even a moment to bask in his relief before they were upon him.

This little rainbow-haired vixen was a twink on a mission, clearly caring little for small talk or foreplay. Their hands were aggressively nimble as they tugged at Derek’s belt and undid it, pulling the leather out of the way. Those fingers were so quick escort bayan as they started to unzip his fly and pull it down as well, exposing his boxers and the bulge nestled inside.

“UWU what’s this?” the kid asked, grinning from ear-to-ear. They winked at him, looking more and more like a succubus with every passing second. “Does Sir have a treat for me?”

Derek blinked. “What?”

“Jesus, you really are old,” the kid teased, tugging at the waistline of Derek’s boxers and starting to ease them down as well. They spared little time exposing his erection as it sprung to life in the middle of the air. “I bet you’re old enough to be my dad, huh?”

Derek shuddered. He very much did not want to think about that right now. “I hope not.” He scoffed. “Why? How old are you?”

The kid pressed their mouth into his erection, dragging their tongue along his shaft and trailing their way up towards the head of it in one smooth motion. They spared little time as they approached the tip, saying nothing to his question as they suckled upon it. Instead, they wiggled their hips from side-to-side as they continued to bat their lashes like an absolute fucking gremlin.

“I’m however old you want me to be,” the kid eventually answered, murmuring around the dick in their mouth.

Derek groaned. “And how old is that?” He swallowed a lump in his throat. “You’re legal, right?”

The kid grinned, offering the kind of smile that Derek really didn’t need to see right now.

What happens at Burning Man, stays at Burning Man. What happens at Burning Man, stays at Burning Man.

“Right?” Derek whispered, sounding far less sure of himself.

“If it makes you feel better then yes,” the kid teased. Derek was about to let out a sigh of relief but the kid kept talking. Because of course they kept talking. “If it doesn’t, and you’re some sort of sick freak, then I’m as jailbait as it gets.”

“Fuck you,” Derek huffed.

The kid scoffed. “I’m getting there.”

They finally shut up, occupying their mouth with the cock in front of them instead, as they took it between their lips. Without a moment’s pause, they started to bob along, going back and forth in curt motions. All the while they swirled their tongue around him, bathing Derek’s pride in a constant shower of whorish affection.

It turned out that he quickly stopped caring about this kid’s age. In fact, he stopped caring about a whole lot of things at this moment. In a flash any worry about his age or sunburns or aches were gone, replaced with an almost omnipresent euphoria.

One of his hands drifted downwards and he rested it upon the back of the kid’s head, clutching a fistful of those colourful locks. He used them for leverage, holding them in place as he began to pump himself between those plush lips.

Not that the kid seemed to mind as they took it like a total fucking slut. They even looked up at him with those big doe eyes which were circled with cheap blue eyeliner and equally inexpensive mascara. It was the kind of face that Derek would’ve jerked off too back in his office.

Honestly, it was kind of surreal to enjoy something like this in person.

“Fucking slut,” Derek huffed.

The kid positively beamed as if it were a compliment, winking at him upon hearing it.

Derek decided to reward them as he drew his hips back and pushed firmly into their little mouth. As he drew back and did so again, he saw that there was now a crude ring of purple lipstick painted upon his erection.

He used his leverage upon the stupid twink’s hair and slammed himself all the way down to the very base, forcing his entire cock into their mouth. This seemed to do what he wanted as the kid gagged something fierce, making a mess of themself in the process as spittle and other less savoury fluids jerked free and splattered out.

Derek hardly cared as he drew back and continued to pump his hips. He slammed himself against the kid’s face with shocking speed, forcefully fucking their mouth as if it were any other hole.

The kid wasn’t fighting back. If anything, they seemed downright eager to accommodate, leaning against Derek’s legs and clutching his jeans for some sort of feeble support. All the while, they made all sorts of sickly little noises.

There were now tears licking at the corner of their eyes which collected within the abundant make-up and slowly trailed downwards, drawing raw and ugly black and blue smudges upon their complexion. They were a total mess with snoot görükle escort dripping from their nose and spittle and pre rolling down their chin in heavy strands.

Maybe Derek shouldn’t have shoved his dick in crazy but he was going to enjoy this sight to its fullest. He revelled in it as he rawed this kid to his heart’s content, pumping into them again and again with a feral dedication.

Yet, he was old, and his endurance wasn’t the greatest. It wasn’t long before he was forced to draw back, pulling himself free as he panted desperately for breath. “How ya doing?

The kid rasped for air, coughing through the thick wetness which seemed to fill their mouth. It took them a couple moments to collect themself, shaking their head slowly when they were finally able to comprehend language once again.

“Good,” the kid whispered. They leaned up and licked Derek’s cock, dragging their tongue along the full length of his slick erection. “You should put that back inside of me, Sir.”

“Should I?” Derek asked, scoffing.

The kid nodded quickly.

Derek really wanted to. He really… really… REALLY did. Yet, he knew that he could make this so much hotter for himself. So, he instead arced his erection to the side and slapped it across the freak’s cheek, hitting them twice in quick succession.

“Beg for it,” Derek huffed.

The kid whimpered and looked up with those especially pathetic eyes. They looked so much better with smeared make-up and fresh tears.

It was honestly like denying a puppy. Which was nearly enough to soften Derek’s heart. Yet, it had only nearly managed to do so, not quite reaching that point as the edge of sadism still licked at the very fringes of his persona.

The kid nuzzled their cheek into Derek’s cock and spread his slickness across their skin, staining them with his pre and their leftover spittle. All the while they kept on plying him with those incredibly pathetic eyes. “Please Daddy, can you please…”

“Okay!” Derek yelped. “Enough of that.”

The kid snickered and batted their dampened lashes. It seemed that they only had two ranges of emotion: brainless slut and absolute brat. Though that wasn’t the worst. It made Derek feel marginally better about taking advantage of them in the first place.

He leaned back against the wall and watched as the kid started to pepper his erection with a series of gentle little kisses. They were nimble about it, planting kiss after kiss upon it as they worked their way up from the base to the very tip of it, yet again. Each note sent a fresh tingle through Derek’s form, causing his erection to twitch as a deep moan escaped him.

Once at the tip, the kid then eased back in order to grasp his erection and roll back his foreskin. “I never get to play with uncut guys. Are you like… Canadian or something?”

“Guess I’m just lucky,” Derek murmured.

The kid carefully circled their tongue around the tip, causing Derek to gasp. Each hurried circle made him tense as he braced himself even more firmly against the wall. He shivered under the ceaseless stimulation, gritting his teeth together. He could already feel a familiar warmth start to brew within his core. One which ebbed out and radiated throughout his entire body.

He once more rested a hand upon the back of the kid’s head. Yet, this time, he didn’t ply his advantage. Instead, he merely let his hand remain there, stroking at those greasy prismatic locks. It was the closet he got to petting them, treating them like the little pup that they were.

“You should slap me,” the kid whispered as they eased back, just a little.

Derek scoffed but obliged, yanking them away by their hair. He studied them for a moment, appreciating their pained grimace as he lashed out and stuck them across the face. There was enough heft to his blow to make his skin crack against theirs with an overly harsh impact. “Like that?”

Oh… oh lord, it was both terrible and amazing to do something like that. And it felt even better when he saw the fresh tears in the kid’s already messy eyes.

“Y-yeah,” the kid whispered.

Derek then pressed them forwards once again, forcing them back down his erection. He could feel his desire amplify so much more as it became increasingly deep and pronounced. It honestly felt like there was an inferno in his belly, causing his balls to clench with desire.

The movement of his hips mimicked this deep want as he began to pump between this stupid kid’s lips. The crude sounds bursa escort bayan of his pelvis clapping against such a wet hole became a constant and relentless companion, filling the air with increasingly crude symphony of lustful notes.

The only noise more depraved was the crude rupture of sputtering gags which seemed to rumble forth from the kid. They filled the air with a desperate melody, each note sounding more and more dire in nature.

Yet, they didn’t seem to give him any sign to stop. So, Derek continued to fuck their face, humping his lips with an almost animalistic desperation. His fingers tensed as he grasped a hearty clump of that dumb hair and used it for leverage as he renewed his ambitions to pulverize this kid’s gag reflex.

“Fucking hell,” Derek snarled. Spittle broke free from between his teeth as he huffed, spitting as he growled. “Choke on Daddy’s cock, you little whore.”

Was that hot? He really hoped so.

That kindling inside of his stomach grew more and more pronounced, seeming to fill the moment and become his very world. He wanted to sate that fire and fill this dumb toy with his seed, staking his claim over them in an especially definitive way.

He could feel that kid wretch and gag, making all sorts of crude and incredibly depraved noises. It was honestly music to his ears and pleasurable to the extreme, feeling each tremor as the kid’s throat tried desperately to expel the obtrusion buried deep inside.

These were utterly futile gestures. Every thrust went as deep as possible and Derek seemed content to lodge himself in this kid’s airway and breed his lungs if he were able. Those lips were so soft and that throat was a perfect little sleeve for him to have his way with.

As he looked down, he could see an almost glassy quality in the kid’s eyes. Yet, they were still conscious, retching and sputtering all the while. Derek hilted between their lips one last time as he clapped his hips against them, the impact echoing throughout the plastic cabin. He howled, growling fiercely as his cock twitched deep inside.

A torrent of his truly virile cum ruptured from his cock and painted the inside of this kid’s throat. It was followed by a second and third, each just as plentiful as the last as he continued to plap away. For all Derek knew, an eternity had passed by the time that he was finally drained and sated with his orgasm. Though it was probably only a matter of moments before he pulled back, easing out of the kid’s mouth.

As he did so, the kid coughed and hacked, spitting up all sorts of unsavoury fluids. Yet, they were still breathing, panting and rasping desperately for breath. Their entire face was a fucking mess with streaked make-up, teary eyes, cumstained lips, and a lovely little purple welt lingering upon their cheek like a trophy dedicated to domestic abuse.

Derek decided to throw in one last insult as he drew in a ball of mucus and spit it right into the kid’s face.

The kid flinched. “Fuck, dude.”

Derek chuckled. “Thanks for that.”

“No problem,” the kid gasped, massaging at their battered throat. They didn’t look at him as they pushed back. “Thanks for the money.”

Derek blinked. “Money?”

The kid merely smirked.

“I’m not paying you, you little shit” Derek grumbled.

“Is that so?” the kid asked. Their smile remained steady and looked incredibly catty. It was that bratty little smirk that had attracted Derek to this little shit in the first place. “Interesting.” They placed their hand upon the ground and pushed themself up, struggling to their feet as their legs wobbled underneath them. “Your funeral.”

Derek shook his head. “What does that mean?”

The kid reached for the door handle but Derek grabbed their wrist, bringing them to a dead stop. He hadn’t intended to go that hard but he could feel his fingers digging deep into the kid’s skin, pressing firmly into flesh and muscle.

“I mean look at me,” the kid hissed, trying to tug their hand away.

Derek did, trying to figure out what…

Teary eyes…

Bruises…

Soiled face…

“Fuck,” Derek whispered, hearing the hollowness in his voice. He swallowed, feeling realization dawn on him in real time. “Fuck!”

“Who are they going to believe, me or the dude twice my age who probably has a hundred pounds on me?” the kid added in a sing-song tone, tilting their head from side-to-side as they practically jeered at him. “If you feel like betting on it, I’m game.”

Derek clenched his jaw.

Don’t stick your dick in crazy. Why the fuck did you stick your dick in crazy, you stupid fucking idiot?

Derek sighed and let go of the kid’s wrist. He remained utterly motionless, trying his best to give it some thought. Yet, in the end, he came to terms with his predicament as he reached for his wallet. “How much do you want?”

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St. Gilberts is a scholarship Sports Academy for young men 18-22years from deprived backgrounds around the UK, providing excellence in coaching and tutorship in both Team Sports and Athletics, with the special goal of creating professional Sportsmen of all our graduates.

Established: 1908

Principal: R. Stevens

Part 5: Man of the Match Student Zine

Issue 75: 29th October 2021

Editor’s Letter:

Man of the Match was in desperate need of a shake up. It was redundant. School league tables are chalked up online, and we all watch Sports news on telly – But life at St. G’s is more daring, more virile, more lusty than ever, and we want a zine that captures it.

I’m proud to be taking control as Editor on the Student Newspaper’s 25th anniversary, and I’m stoked to spearhead sweeping changes that will transform this dusty periodical into a sexy new webzine that will make your dick drip. Packed with hot photos and sarcastic text, MOTM will now be sent straight to your inbox, so every Lad can read it on his phone.

Kicking off with the Cover Star we ALL wanted to see: Bradley Stevens – St. G’s iconic Man of the Match himself, fully exposed in steamy pictures and audacious interview. Look out for the pin-up posters we’ve printed to celebrate the revamp, and put Bradley up on your wall. Every dorm is getting one, find them your pigeonholes.

Next we covered the totally fucking awesome and comprehensive dick measuring contest that proved once and for all – who’s the smallest and who’s the biggest at st. G’s? And we’ve compiled a fearless exposé of Hazing in St. Gilbert’s most prestigious frats.

Cheers Sportsmen, Bullies and fags, here’s to the bright future of MOTM,

Harry Adkin, Editor

3rd year, Rugby Specialist.

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PRINCE OF THE PITCH – BRADLEY STEVENS

Words: Shane Willingly

Photos: Grant Landow

When Harry asked me to do an interview for the new MOTM, I knew immediately who I wanted to speak to – St Gilbert’s very own Prince of Pitch, Bradley Stevens.

The Golden Boy smirks when I run this epithet by him, buttoning his shirt and threading his School tie in a brilliant block of morning sunshine,

“I AM the Prince of St. G’s, because my Dad’s the King.”

His Father, Principal Stevens, took the reigns of of power ten years ago, when Bradley was only eleven – but from that day forward it seemed assured that he would go on to become it’s most celebrated Student.

“I’d be letting the side down if I don’t come top of the class,” he agrees, as if it outperforming a whole College of preeminent athletes is easy.

“Do you get preferential treatment?” I tease, but Bradley is unashamed of his privilege,

“Yeh! I get away with murder, mate.”

It’s exactly this kind of cocksure arrogance that’s made him such a Hero for so many boys at the School. I tell him we’re printing pin-ups of his nude shoot for every dorm. He’s unsurprised, mumbling,

“Nice one,” checking the knot in his school tie is quite fat enough.

Just then his fag brings socks, having been sure to warm them ahead of time. Bradley slaps the boy on his arse before drawing the heated socks over his lordly feet.

“You know how many boys would kill to be your fag?’ I wonder aloud.

“All of them, I reckon,” comes Brad’s predictable rejoinder with a smile, and who could contradict him? (we all know the kind of perks those busy little helpers enjoy).

Because it’s not just the famous narcissism of St. G’s Champions that makes Bradley so popular. He’s also got the sweetheart likability to back it all up. His presence on the pitch ignites a crowd, his participation in class elevates the esprit de corps, his smile brightens a room. He’s patient and friendly with everyone he meets, easy-going and gregarious, if soft-spoken and a Man of few words. He’s the Blonde Prince Charming of every gay boy’s dreams.

But I want to understand the Man behind the myth. What’s his thoughts on masculinity in the modern era?

“Should Real Men take it up the arse?” I blurt clumsily.

He stops to give bursa otele gelen escort his reply the consideration it deserves.

“Nah… Men should be love MAKERS, not takers.”

But how does he see his future, out in the World after St. G’s? Surely he wants a wife and kids?

“Yeah, of course. All Real Men should be breeding.”

So he’ll graduate and drop his fags? Take up the normcore life and leave St. G’s behind?

“My Dad taught me all about Rome. Back then Men had wives for breeding, and fags for fucking. People liked to see a Champion putting his dick away like that. We need to bring that back.”

“Wishful thinking?” I query.

Bradley doesn’t think so,

“Mate, the Lads graduating this school are Elite. We go on to fill the top positions in our field – World-class Sportsmen, working in business and competition. We’re the next generation of influencers. If we say it’s normal for a Big Man to be married with kids AND be busy banging batty-boys on the side – then it’s normal. If we say it’s cool for a Champ to breed his wife AND choke his twinks – then it’s cool.”

“You choking this one?” I grin, nodding at the fag bringing him his Air Jordans.

“Choke him with my dick. Don’t I?”

“…yeah,” the boy blushes, hurrying to fulfil his other sundry duties to his Master.

But will Bradley find a wife to go along with his Roman lifestyle and radical new household?

“It’s the 21st Century, Bud,” he sniffs, “I’ll put it in my Tinder profile.”

Listening to such a Boss explain his vision for the future is nothing short of inspirational. I don’t doubt for a second that he’ll do everything he says. And if we love St. G’s, we should follow Bradley’s lead and try to make it happen in our lives too. I know could do with a boy about the house when I get my own place. Get that Bradley Stevens pin-up on your wall and start manifesting the future you want to see. Peace.

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KING SIZE

Text: Harry Adkin

Photos: Ben Downs

We’ve all wondered, throwing sly glances round the locker room, and in the showers. Which of your mates has the fattest cock? We’ve also noticed the choadies, cracking our meanest jokes. But it took a true genius to set up the unprecedented and comprehensive head-count that would answer the biggest question of all – who has the biggest dick at St. G’s?

Noted Heartthrob and general Legend Conner Denbury (3rd year Prefect) was confident his fag boy, little Jonny Ward, would come last in the contest, and that was exactly his reason for doing it.

“Dinky loves it when I’m mean about his silly micropenis,” Conner scoffs, “Why not let everyone in on the joke?”

Fair enough. Jonny’s shortcomings were hardly a secret. Everyone knows him as Dinky. But when the figures were counted, there in black and white, his distinction was set in stone. I’ve not seen a smaller penis anywhere, and I’ve been scouring the web in preparation for this write-up.

Dinky keeps his pubic mound closely shaved. The rolls of his foreskin are more prominent than the actual meat of his button-like bellend, cuddled in it’s burrow. Too small even to sensibly measure, and far below the next smallest in Conner’s great survey (2nd Year Martin Sherwood with an adorable 2 inches flaccid, 3 inches hard).

But if you were expecting St. Gilbert’s tiniest willy to be bashful or shy, you got another thing coming. Jonny Ward is a half-pint with spunk, flexing his guns for Ben’s photos like he won the contest, and not come absolute last.

“I like the attention,” he trills defiantly, taking the brunt of St. G’s banter on the chin, “All these Lads thinking about my willy – they’re madferit!”

“It doesn’t impeded your sex life?”

“Mate, it did! Didn’t have no sex life before coming to St. G’s. But well…”

“You got one now?”

“Gilbert’s is sex life, Mate.”

Not wrong there. Dinky’s cute Mancs accent is spellbinding. I’m thinking we should make him a School mascot for away games. Imagine parading his willy in pre-match cheerleads, and selling Plushies bursa eve gelen escort of his choad.

“No hard feelings towards your Fag Master Conner?” I dig, hoping to uncover a bit of drama, but Dinky’s chill,

“Nah, we’re cool. It was a dick move for sure, but Real Men should be a bit of a dick.”

“Have you got a crush on him?” I push, still holding out for a scoop.

“Um… well yeah, a bit,” he bites his lip, throwing a look over his shoulder and asking me not to print that confession.

“No, I’ll leave it out,” I lie, returning to his previous comment, “There’s always a lot of talk about Real Men at St. G’s. Why do you say Real Men should be a dick?”

“Real Men are winners, you know? Dick swingers.”

“Something you’ll just have to try to imagine.”

“Mate, when I want a wank I have to rub me glans like a clit! Maybe it’s like evolution or summat, when nature makes little boys like me to keep the Real Men happy? Not a bad place to be…” he grins.

Jonny Ward seems content with his lot. We could probably all learn from his attitude about accepting failure, making the most of what we have, and taking pleasure in the little things.

And now you’ve had your dirty fix, bullying the pipsqueak, we turn to the real Man of the Match – 3rd year football Champion Germaine Smith.

Packing a mighty foot-long wanger, Germaine does nothing to debunk the stereotype of well-endowed Black Men. He spins it like a windmill for Ben’s camera in celebration of his win. Literal dick swinging, which I’m just quick enough to capture on my phone so I can send it to Dinky later and rub his face in it.

“It’s fucking amazing,” I gawk.

“Yeah Man,” Germaine grins.

“Did anyone ever tell you it was TOO big?”

“All the time,” he nods, “That’s when I push harder!”

I catch myself salivating. Like dinky before him, Germaine’s prestige comes as no surprise to anyone who knows him. We’ve been ogling him for years. He famously shuns underwear, letting his lumber hang down the leg of his football shorts to make startling appearances throughout the match.

“Dinky said his micropenis excludes him from being Man. Do you agree?”

“No, I wouldn’t say that. Remember, the Lord made ALL Men is his image!”

I wasn’t anticipating a sermon from Gilbert’s longest dong, but I’m here for it.

“Is God a big part of your life?”

“Yes sir!”

“You don’t think religion is incompatible with any aspect of St. G’s life?”

“Nah Blud!” he avows, pulling his shirt back on after our shoot, “The Bible tells us to love one another. And I got a lot of love to give!”

Damn right.

“You got any love for me, Germaine?” I dare to ask, still transfixed by the magnificent extra limb thumping his thighs.

He strokes his chin and sucks his teeth before beating me up with his penis – battered and bruised at both ends by the biggest dick on record. It was devastating, but totally awesome.

Special mentions in the contest overall: Mason Young (Final Year), who has the most pronounced curve in his boner, and Scott Bentley (2nd Year), who has the fattest penis circumference – a gobstopping 5.4 inches flaccid, 5.8 inches hard.

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HAZING – The Secret Initiations of St. Gilbert’s Frat Houses.

Text: Matt Kingsley

Sexy Artwork: Ben Crick

Behind the gleaming trophies and accolades, its brilliant Sportsmen and adoring crowds, there lurks a mean shadow at St. G’s. Hazing is a rite of passage that has existed for centuries. College Fraternities the world over have enjoyed the custom of brutal initiations, but in an elite institution like Gilbert’s, higher stakes demand ever more punishing humiliations. Is Hazing wrong, or is it nice?

I wanted to know more, so I put the word out I was looking for Frat House rookies to share their stories. Interviewees only came forward with the guarantee of anonymity – divulging Fraternity secrets would result in immediate expulsion if their identities were revealed. All names have been changed, and the Fraternities concerned unspecified.

“Mate bursa escort bayan it was sick!” My first informant boasts, snapping his fingers (we’ll call him Billy X).

All the Lads I spoke to expressed the same level of enthusiasm for the beasting they received, seeming to have withstood the test. Billy X was pledged into one of the biggest Fraternities at St. G’s – a Frat with enough Prefects in its ranks to stage an epic, night-long, fuck-off great party without exciting any investigations or repercussions for its attendees.

“We show up, and fucking everything’s on offer – beers, spliffs, charlie – the lot mate. And the older Lads are all getting involved, but we’re told – Nah – we can’t touch a thing! They keep saying we’ll get our turn, all laughing like cunts, but we never seem to get a look-in. And we’re keen to be good like, and make a good impression and that, but it’s odd just watching them get wrecked and we’re trying to fit in and keep up.”

Billy and his mates had been expecting a trick one way or another, but the full extent of their initiation was soon made clear.

“We got the hint when Prefects started pissing in their pint glasses, filling them up. If one Lad didn’t manage to fill a whole glass, his Mate would top it up, till they had a proper pint’s worth. Then we had to drink. And not just a sip. We had to down the whole pint. Mine had two Lad’s piss in it.”

The big idea was to get the new recruits fucked on recycled highs.

“I didn’t think you could actually get wasted on piss, but you totally can. Booze, weed, pills. We got smashed on everything the Prefects were taking, drinking it down in their stinky piss. Came on like smack, bruv. Lethal. I was munted on two pints. Fucking wicked party, mate.”

My next source (alias Joey X), was inducted into a smaller Fraternity, but still one you’ll have heard of. Their illicit welcoming party was held in the Billiard Room. Rookies were stripped down to their whities and tied to the tables, legs spread.

“The Older Lads just kept smoking and cracking shots at our nuts. All night long, it was fucking relentless,” he chuckles.

“Fuck, what a nightmare,” I pretend to sympathise, actually wishing I’d been there to practice my break-shot too.

but Joey doesn’t need sympathy,

“A wet dream more like – Listening to my mates yelp and whimper as the Bullies gave each other homie-handshakes, laughing through their fag smoke? It was sexy AF! I nutted twice, blud! Hands-free! Just getting my balls bashed by those sexy cunts!”

By this point in the investigation I was beginning to question the received authority on Hazing – that it’s some sort of blight on the institutions, eroding trust and destroying moral. The Lad’s at St. G’s can’t get enough of it.

My final informer (Benny X) even competed for a chance to be Hazed.

“Who wouldn’t jump at the offer?” he shrugs, explaining that prospective members of his chosen Frat House had to compete in a special race.

Recruits were cuffed with their fly pulled open, and made subject to excruciating cock-teases at the mercy of their Superiors. Vibrators and practiced hands were used to breach ejaculation, and the new-boy who could hold-off the longest was awarded membership to the Fraternity. Benny lost.

“I didn’t stand a chance. Those 3rd years Lads are just so fucking hot – all jeering and placing bets on me! I creamed like a girl.”

I ask if he’s disappointed he didn’t make the grade?

“Gutted, mate. The loser of each race gets made to suck the winner off tho, which was a small consolation,” he smiles, “I lost to my best mate – He’s my sister’s boyfriend! Felt so wrong with his cock in my mouth, but I loved it. Just imagine what else they get up to at future Frat parties?”

Benny’s too cute to be left in the corner long. The clever Boys St. G’s will find all manner of other ways to include him in their games. But it goes to show that in our School, Hazing is valued, sought after, and dead cool. It’s a proud tradition that proves commitment, builds character, establishes camaraderie, and teaches respect (as well as being nice, and sexy AF).

If put to the vote, I know St. G’s would unanimously safeguard the practice, and God bless this place for upholding (and indulging) this most honourable an ancient rite.

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