We finished showering and it was already night time. We were drying our bodies when he said, “Don’t put clothes on, I want to sleep naked with you.”

I said, “Sounds good to me.”

We went to bed. I slept on my side and he slept behind me, with his body on mine, spooning me from the back.

When I woke up the next morning, I could feel his hard dick poking me in my ass. I turned around, and he was still asleep. His hard cock rubbing against my body made me horny. I grabbed his cock and started sucking it, while playing with my cock at the same time. I kept sucking his cock and started fingering my ass. I couldn’t take it anymore, I wanted him inside me.

He was already on his back, so I climbed on top of him and started pushing his cock into my ass. As his cock went inside me, he woke up, looked at me and smiled. I started riding his cock; he grabbed my ass and slapped it.

My cock was really hard and dripping pre-cum on his body. I started going faster, and he started moaning with me. I could feel that my cum was about to explode over him; I kept going and I could feel his cock moving inside me– that was when I came all over his body.

My cum covered his chest and reached his face. Some of the cum was on his lips; he licked and swallowed it– I could see that he liked the taste of my cum. I could feel his pulsing cock deep inside me, and he was about to cum. He wiped my cum off his chest with his hand and held it in front of me. I bent over, as I was riding his dick, and started licking my cum off his fingers.

He grabbed me and flipped me onto my back; he got on top of me and started fucking me hard, bending over and kissing me. He slapped my face and kept fucking hard and fast. He bursa merkez escort started moaning, and I could feel him cumming inside me.

He pulled his dick out and slept next to me. He stuck his finger in my ass and pulled it out, cum was dripping off it. He shoved his finger in my mouth, and I started sucking it.

He said, “That was a nice good morning.”

“Yes, it was the best good morning.”

He said, “We are going to have more fun later, my friends get here at noon.”

“Okay,” I said, “I think I’m ready.”

“I hope you are, it’s going to be a wild night and you might not be able to walk for a while, hahaha.”

I replied, “I’m both excited and terrified by that, hahaha.”

We got dressed and we went to get breakfast.

As we were eating, I asked him, “How old are your friends?”

“They are around my age, two of them are forty-eight, and the other two are fifty, and all of them like smooth boys with a body like yours; I haven’t told them yet about you.”

“Okay, so I’m gonna be fucked by five guys tonight, more than once.”

“Not just fucked,” he answered, “we are going to play with you also, your ass will be dripping cum for weeks after this weekend, hahaha.”

“I’m excited already, but I hope that they are not too rough, although I don’t mind it.”

“I’m going to dress you in a cute outfit before they come here.” He continued, “We like to see a smooth boy in a cute girly outfit.”

“I like the idea of wearing an outfit, just one thing,” I asked, “are they going to be using condoms? I know you fuck me without a condom, but I don’t know about them, they might have something.”

He said, “Don’t bursa yabancı escort worry, they are clean. We are not going to use condoms, and we are going to have fun.”

“Okay, fine by me.”

After we finished breakfast, we headed to the other bedroom. He opened the closet, and there were several outfits in there. Also, there were a variety of sex toys.

“Those are the outfits you are going to wear this weekend. Now, they will look great on your body, but your cock is going to make it look bad when it hardens.”

My cock was about three-and-a-half inches when was hard. And when it got hard under these outfits, it was going to poke out because they were tight.

He added, “But don’t worry, I have a solution. Do you know a chastity cage is?”

I replied, “Yes, I’ve seen it in porn videos. Mostly, shemales and slaves wear it.”

“That’s right, and now you are going to start wearing one. It’s going to be hard and a little painful at first, especially when your cock hardens, but it will get easier.” He grabbed one from the closet, it looked to be around an inch-and-a-half sized, maybe even less; he gave it to me.

He said, “Now, I want you to put it on. It’s going to be easier if you masturbate first; I can see your cock is already hard.”

“Yes, the idea of putting the outfit and the cage on made me horny.”

He picked a slutty French maid outfit and gave it to me with the chastity cage, and told me to put it on. So, I took off my clothes, and my cock was really hard. I started to masturbate. Suddenly, he pushed me on the bed and climbed over me.

“Don’t worry, I’m going to help you.” He then pushed his cock inside bursa sınırsız escort my ass; it was a little painful because it was still dry. But, it got better as he started moving in and out. Then he grabbed me, his cock deep inside me, and we stood up. He started fucking me while we were standing.

He grabbed my cock and started squeezing it as he was fucking me hard. I started moaning like crazy. And I shot my cum all over the floor. Then he grabbed me by my throat and I started moaning, my whole body was shaking. I could feel him cumming inside me. As he pulled his dick out, his cum started dripping on the floor. My cock loosened up and shrank. He took the chastity cage, placed it on my cock, and locked it. It was painful and difficult to put it on.

He said, “That looks nice on you. Now, every time you start to have an erection, the cage will stop it and keep it small. From now on, I want you to call me daddy. Now, lick all the cum off the floor and put the outfit on. My friends are about to arrive.”

“Yes, daddy.”

I bent down on the floor, and started licking up all the cum. I cleaned it all with my tongue. My cock was still hurting from the cage, but I liked it. Then I put on the outfit and it was a perfect fit. I looked in the mirror and I liked what I saw.

That’s when my cock started to hurt more. It was trying to grow larger. Part of the outfit I was wearing had matching panties, which I wore before putting the outfit on.

So, I pulled the skirt up and I pulled the panty down to check on my cock. It was still small, but it was veiny and red, like it was about to explode. And, it was dripping pre-cum. So, I went to show it to daddy.

He told it was normal to look like that, and I shouldn’t be worried. He asked me if I liked it. I told him that I loved it, although it was a little painful.

He said, “You look really sexy, the guys are going to love you.”

Then he grabbed my ass and kissed me. That was when we heard voices outside. And there was an unexpected surprise, that even daddy didn’t know about.

To be continued…

(This is a story which is going to explore quite a few non-consent themes and tropes, so please be warned. It’s a fantasy, although some of it is from personal experience.)

I don’t remember what I was thinking, the night I decided to join the Men’s Group.

I wish I could remember. I’d go back and tell me not to.

***

I was bored and lonely at home, and since nobody else I knew was available to go for a drink, I decided to wander down to the community center, to pass the time between the end of work and dinner.

In the center, I scanned the noticeboard.

A sign said ‘Men Go Their Own Way. 6.30pm. Room B.’

I had heard of those guys, but I had never met them face-to-face. I thought that the whole thing was vaguely comical, but it might be even more amusing if I met them. I went to Room B.

There were about twelve guys in the room, getting cups of coffee before we all sat in a circle. They were a variety of ages; the youngest looked about twenty, ten years younger than me; the oldest maybe sixty.

None of them looked particularly happy about going their own way, although one or two were quite good-looking. In fact, none of them were completely repulsive, which sort of surprised me.

We sat down in a circle, and a guy named Phil introduced himself as the leader. He was about forty, bespectacled and balding. I was sitting on his right.

‘We’re meeting here because we’re men going their own way,’ he said. ‘I think we can all agree that modern society has handed all power to women. Women get special treatment in the workplace, they have more rights than men, they are always believed whenever they accuse a man of anything, and in reaction to that, the Men Go Their Own Way movement has arisen, to provide a space in which men can talk about things that are of interest to them, and we can finally do without women entirely.’

I sipped my coffee.

I was not greatly impressed with Phil. I thought about my last girlfriend, who I’d broken up with the previous year. We were still friendly; in fact, she’d invited me to her wedding. I wasn’t yet sure if I was going to go, but Phil’s little speech about how women had it better than men did not ring a bell inside me, that’s for sure.

Every woman I knew had a story about how some man had, at some point, given her some sort of unwanted attention, ranging from annoying to frightening to traumatic.

No man I knew had similar stories.

Phil said that we would go around the group and introduce ourselves and explain why we were there, and he started with the guy on his left.

Well, the rest of the hour was mostly given over to each guy complaining at great length about the women in his life and women in general. I got so bored that I stopped being able to tell them apart. I was just waiting for my turn, and then I could go home and heat up some pizza, and have a glass of wine and forget about these guys.

I did get to know them later on, but… we’ll get to that.

When it came to my turn, I introduced myself and then turned to Phil.

‘Is it okay,’ I said, ‘if I ask the group a general question about sexual orientation?’

Phil frowned.

‘Well,’ he said, ‘as long as nobody has to answer it.’

‘Of course not,’ I said. ‘I was just wondering, of the group, and obviously you don’t have to answer… how many of us here are straight? If you put up your hand if you are, and it’s understood that not putting up your hand doesn’t mean that you aren’t.’

One by one, they began to put up their hands, until finally all of them, except me, had a hand raised.

‘Right,’ I said. ‘I was just wondering, because I’m bisexual. I don’t seem to have had the problems that you guys seem to have had with women. I get on with the women in my life, and if I want casual sex, I can always find it with a guy.’

There was a deafening silence.

Finally, the youngest-looking guy, who was scowling at me, said ‘Then why are you even here?’

‘I was just curious to see how you all go your own way,’ I said. ‘But you seem to be still kinda obsessed with women. I thought we would be talking about guy stuff.’

‘What do you suggest?’ said a guy in his forties, wearing a suit, who looked slightly less annoyed than most of the other guys. He was one of the best-looking, too.

‘I don’t know,’ I said. ‘Just as long we don’t sit here spending our entire time bitching about women, that’s all.’

‘But they’re the problem,’ said the young guy.

‘But the name of the group is “Men Go Their Own Way”,’ I said. ‘Why don’t we just go that way, then?’

The young guy opened his mouth to speak but Phil intervened.

‘You’ve made an interesting point,’ he said, ‘and I think it’s good to have a variety of different viewpoints in the group. I hope we’ll all come back next Thursday but I’m afraid we have to call it quits for now, because the tae kwon do people need the room.’

We got up and put our empty coffee cups in the bin. I headed for the Gents. The coffee had been my sixth cup that day, and I had to pee.

I had finished and escort bayan was washing my hands when the good-looking suit guy came out of one of the cubicles. He nodded at me.

‘I thought you made a good point,’ he said.

‘Thanks,’ I said.

‘I don’t really want to sit and talk about my ex-wife,’ he said with a smile. ‘But it’s what everyone else seems to want to talk about.’

‘Well, if that is all anyone else wants to talk about, I’m not coming back.’

‘That’d be a pity,’ he said.

He hesitated, and then said ‘Can I ask you a personal question?’

‘Sure.’

‘Are you seeing anyone at the moment?’

‘No.’

He nodded, and stared at the floor, and cleared his throat.

‘I was wondering,’ he said, and paused.

‘Do you want to go for a drink with me,’ I said.

‘Would that be something you’d like to do?’ he said.

‘Sure,’ I said, ‘but just a drink. I need my dinner soon.’

‘Great,’ he said, and smiled.

I thought, Fantastic teeth.

***

Over a beer in a nearby bar, we chatted about life and… stuff.

He asked me how long I’d known I was bisexual. I told him I’d figured it out in my teens, but had seldom acted on it until my twenties.

He tentatively asked me about my first sexual encounter with a man, and I told him the truth: I’d met a guy online, he’d come around to my flat and had fucked me.

‘So you’re a… a bottom, right?’ he said.

‘Pretty much,’ I said.

‘With women, too?’

‘Not as much as I’d like to be. But sure.’

‘What’s it like?’

‘What’s what like,’ I said, feeling provocative. He glanced around and leaned forward.

‘You know,’ he said. ‘Taking it.’

‘Like giving yourself to someone.’

‘Like women do,’ he said. ‘Being vulnerable.’

‘I suppose.’

‘Isn’t it dirty?’

‘Doesn’t have to be,’ I said. ‘I like to wash myself out beforehand.’

‘Ah,’ he said, nodding.

I regarded him steadily.

‘You’re gonna tell me you’re bicurious,’ I said.

‘Well,’ he said, ‘what if I am?’

‘Nothing wrong with it,’ I said. ‘But you’d be surprised how many guys say they’re bicurious, but talking about it is the only sex they’ll have. I’ve had so many conversations online where the guy tells me everything he wants to do to me, but then that’s it. I’m sitting there mentally planning times and availability, but he’s jerking off, and when he’s done, it never happens.’

‘That must be frustrating.’

‘Very.’

‘Out of curiosity,’ he said, ‘would you have… me?’

‘Sure,’ I said, smiling.

‘I wouldn’t just talk about it,’ he said.

‘I hope not.’

‘Can I have your number,’ he said.

I scribbled it on a piece of paper and gave it to him.

‘I’ll call you,’ he said. ‘Maybe.’

‘I just met you,’ I said. ‘This is crazy.’

He looked puzzled, then he laughed.

‘My daughter loves that song,’ he said.

***

Daniel was his name.

He did call me.

We arranged to meet in my flat, on a Saturday afternoon. I got up, breakfasted, shaved, cleaned myself inside out, and dressed in a t-shirt and jeans.

Presently the buzzer rang, and I let him in. He knocked on my door and I opened it.

He was in casual weekend gear, but he was a tall, solid man, who could knock me flat.

He looked at me as the door closed behind him, then he leaned down and we kissed.

He put his hands on my ass and squeezed it, then raised them to my t-shirt, which he lifted. I raised my arms and he pulled it over my head, and off.

I love being stripped.

He must have sensed that, because then he stepped back and looked at me, and I could see how much he wanted me.

He reached forward, opened my belt and my waistband of my jeans, and pulled them open. I shucked them down my legs and kicked them off. Now I was just in my boxers.

I stared at him.

He reached forward and, with one stroke, whipped my boxers down my hips, stripping me nude. I gasped.

‘You’re gorgeous,’ he said.

‘Thanks,’ I said.

‘Show me the bedroom.’

I took his hand and led him to my bedroom, giving him a good view of my naked arse, then when we were inside I turned and sat on the bed.

He stood before me, and took out his cock. I looked up at him and he pushed it at my face.

Obediently, I opened my mouth and let him in.

He was still fully clothed. I sensed he wasn’t going to be undressing. He had got his naked little bi boi to strip off, and now I was to service him.

I am not great at blowjobs, but in his case it didn’t seem to matter. He was rock hard. After a while he pulled it out of my mouth and put one hand on top of my head, holding me in place, and jerked off rapidly with his other hand. I looked up at him, my mouth slightly open, waiting.

I knew what was going to happen. His breathing got faster and he was panting and then he let out a sigh, and he came in gushes right over my face. I closed my eyes.

I heard him coming down, and kept my eyes shut because his cum was görükle escort all over my eyelids. Then I heard the sound of a cloth wiping something, and then his fly zipping up.

‘Thanks,’ he said briefly, and I heard the bedroom door open and his footsteps going down the hall and then the front door of my flat opening and closing.

I sat naked on my bed, my face covered in his semen, feeling rather like a cheap whore. But there was nothing else to be done.

I wiped my eyes as best I could, then headed for the shower.

***

I went back to the group the following week. Again, I’m not sure why.

This time, I felt slightly less unwelcome. Phil opened the discussion by talking about how we had been talking about more positive approaches to going your own way, and then invited me to talk a little more about my experiences as a bi man.

So I did.

I talked about how I’d been attracted to guys since I was young but had suppressed it for years, and only admitted it to myself in my teens. At 19 I’d had a couple of experiences, mostly making out with guys, and then at 20 I’d had my first sexual experience with a guy I’d met online.

The other men listened, and while some frowned, others seemed genuinely interested. The younger guy was frowning but he also leaned forward and listened intently.

‘But what do guys do in bed?’ he asked.

‘What do you think we do?’ I said.

‘Butt sex.’

I laughed.

‘Well, yeah, you can do that. I happen to like it, but plenty of guys don’t. Some guys prefer using just hands or mouths. Or toys.’

‘But you prefer anal sex?’ said an older guy.

‘Yes,’ I said, blushing.

‘Giving or receiving?’

‘You don’t have to answer that,’ Phil said.

‘It’s fine,’ I said. ‘Receiving, actually.’

‘Isn’t it dirty?’ said the younger guy.

‘Not if you wash yourself inside, which I do,’ I said.

‘Isn’t it rather… effeminate?’ said the older guy.

‘Believe me,’ I said, ‘there’s nothing more masculine than two guys having sex.’

He nodded thoughtfully.

Later, as we were getting ready to leave, the younger guy came up to me.

‘Listen,’ he said, ‘about last week… sorry if I was a bit short with ya.’

‘It’s fine,’ I said.

‘It’s just ignorance,’ he said. ‘We’re not taught this stuff. You’re the first gay or bi guy I’ve ever met.’

‘Well, we were all there once,’ I said.

‘Listen,’ he said, ‘… would you be interested in going for a beer sometime? I’m kinda curious.’

I smiled.

‘Are you,’ I said.

***

Well, we did go for a beer.

It became two beers, then four. Then it was late night.

His name, it turned out, was Pete. Pete and I were in another bar; darker, noisier, more crowded, more strangers. He had been telling me all about his unsatisfactory love life and he was now quite drunk.

‘It’s so much easier to talk about this to a guy who…’ he said, and searched for the word.

‘Is a good listener?’ I said.

‘Nah,’ he said. ‘Who isn’t competing with me.’

‘How do you know I’m not competing with you?’ I said. ‘I told you, I’m not gay, I’m bi.’

‘Yeah, but you could have whatever guy you want. You don’t have to have a girl.’

‘I don’t think I could have any guy I want,’ I said. ‘I’m not such a catch.’

‘Hey, don’t be down on yourself,’ he said. ‘You’re a beautiful guy. You are.’

‘Thanks,’ I said.

And then he was kissing me on the lips and sticking his tongue in my mouth.

We got an Uber back to my place, and Pete rode all the way sitting next to in the back with his hand resting on my crotch, stroking my cock through the fabric of my jeans.

We ran up the stairs and as soon as we were in the door he was shoving me against the wall and taking my jacket off me and kissing me again. I wasn’t sure how long he would last before either passing out or thinking better of this, so I went along with it.

Soon he was ripping open my jeans and taking them down, and I kicked off my shoes. He was undressing too. I took off my shirt and was in only my boxers and socks. I ran to the bedroom and he followed, in his jeans, minus his shirt.

We were rolling on the bed, and he took off my socks and took out his cock and then peeled my boxers off me.

‘You’ve got a great arse,’ he panted.

‘Thanks.’

‘I’m gonna fuck you.’

‘O-okay,’ I gasped, and he got behind me, and his cock stabbed between my buttocks. I lunged for the side table and grabbed the lube and handed it to him.

‘Here,’ I said.

‘Thanks,’ he muttered and I heard him squeezing some out, and then his lubed cock was parting my buttocks and he was pulling me into him and pressing at me.

I moaned, because it was quite painful–he hadn’t made any effort to open me up. But there was something arousing about how eager he was.

He pulled my naked body into his partially-clothed one, and then he was up inside me and I was whimpering as he pumped into me. He put his hands on my face and squeezed it, and bursa escort bayan I’m a sucker for that. I like to feel like someone’s using me.

‘You’re so fuckin’ hot,’ he panted in my ear.

‘Oh god,’ I whimpered.

‘You feel me inside you?’

‘Yeah, you’re inside me, you’re fucking my ass, you’re fucking my ass, oh god…’

His cock was pounding into my ass so hard that my whole body was jerking as he did so. He was bending me backwards. One of his hands grabbed my cock and pulled on it. I sensed that he resented that I wasn’t a girl he could do this to, so he was doing it extra-hard to compensate.

Not that I cared, because the pressure of his cock up my arse, and the vigour with which he’d stripped and overpowered me, was doing what it always does. I was making incoherent moans and gasps, and I felt it happening, and then my cock was flooded with warmth and spurting cum I had no idea where. (It ended up on my bedroom floor, I later found out.)

I made high, girlish cries as that happened, and he made a shuddering gasp and then I felt him cum inside my rectum, his semen flooding me, warm and moist.

I love that feeling; the supreme intimacy of having another man inside me, knowing he’s just experienced ecstasy from penetrating me.

Then we lay there, panting, sweating, for a long moment.

Then, he withdrew his softening cock from my arse, and let go of my face.

I blinked and rolled onto my back, rather dizzy from the buggering he’d just given me.

Pete was sitting up on the side of the bed, looking rather dazed himself, and he looked down at me and looked away.

‘Okay,’ he said, half to himself, ‘okay… Um.’

‘It’s all right,’ I murmured, and reached out to touch him.

‘No,’ he said abruptly. ‘Um. This didn’t happen.’

He was facing half away from me. I sensed that if I tried to be tender, or to make him feel that it was normal, things might get nasty.

I withdrew my hand.

‘This didn’t happen,’ he said more firmly. ‘Sorry. I don’t do this.’

‘Okay,’ I said quietly.

‘I’ve gotta go,’ he said, and stood up, shoving his cock back into his jeans. He went out to the hall.

I listened to him getting dressed and then leaving the flat. The door slammed behind him.

So I had turned another. Except that he’d never admit it.

I sighed, got off the bed and walked to the bathroom, to clean myself up.

***

I showed up at the next meeting, mainly in order to show Pete that I wasn’t scared of him or his homophobia. He avoided my eye the entire time.

This time, I arrived in a mood where I was too pissed off to speak. It was the usual round of complaints about women, ill-informed bitching about feminism, nostalgic bullshit about the better times when gender roles were ‘understood’. Only two men were less inclined to speak up than before, Daniel, who seemed vaguely uneasy that I was there, and Pete, who was definitely uneasy that I was there.

I knew why, of course. I was their guilty secret: the queer guy that they’d been with out of curiosity.

One guy, in what I estimated was his mid-forties, was particularly eloquent about the grand old days when women knew how to be treated by a man.

His name was Bryan, and he had a very expensive suit, and a neat haircut and very good skin. The smell of wealth came off him. He was full of stuff about ‘ladies’ and ‘gentlemen’ and ‘the nuclear family’. He used the word ‘woke’ a lot, with a faint sneer.

I couldn’t help it, I had to say something.

‘It’s all very well being nostalgic,’ I said, ‘but we can’t go back to the past. We have to live in the present.’

‘How do you know?’ he said, seeming to notice me for the first time. ‘I can say with complete confidence that the women who have gone out with me get first-class treatment. I have never been anything less than a perfect gentleman. But now, it’s like if you insist on paying for everything, you’re insulting them. I mean, it’s madness.’

He spread his hands and looked around the group, expecting to be agreed with. Phil nodded, frowning. One or two of the others agreed.

‘Because it’s not a transaction,’ I said. ‘You’re treating it like if you take a woman out for dinner and you’re nice to her, she pays you back in sex. If she wants to pay for her half of the meal, that’s her wish, and that means she owes you nothing.’

‘But when I take a woman out for a meal,’ Bryan said with immense self-satisfaction, ‘I can make her want to spend the night with me.’

‘So what are you doing here?’ I said. ‘Why aren’t you out wining and dining?’

‘What are you doing here?’ he shot back. ‘Why aren’t you at a… gay bar, or something?’

‘With the greatest respect,’ I said, politely inclining my head, ‘we’re not talking about me. Answer the question.’

Bryan paused, and sighed.

‘What can I say?’ he said. ‘They’ve changed. They’ve introduced all these rules. The young women these days aren’t like the ones in my time.’

Ah, I thought. That’s it. Bryan doesn’t like the fact that he’s got older, and he doesn’t want to date women his own age. And the younger ones don’t want him, because they see him for who he is.

I decided not to say anything.

Afterwards, as we were leaving the building, there was a tap on my shoulder.

I turned, and it was Bryan. Oh ho, I thought, beginning to feel like a pattern was forming.

I was in the shower three days later, reliving the hard pounding I had taken from Reece, the sexy waiter, and wondering when I would next get laid, when I heard a knock at the cabin door.

“Security,” a deep voice called out. “You reported a problem with your safe?”

I hurriedly pulled a towel around my waist and stepped out, as I answered, “Yes, I’m coming.”

When I reached the door and pulled it open I found a relatively young, good looking guy in a tight white boiler suit was looking back at me and grinning all over his face.

“Your safe won’t open?” he asked in an attractive accent. (Scandinavian I thought.)

“Yes, you’ve come to fix it?” I said and he held up a black mechanical looking box with wires coming from both ends. I moved to one side in the cramped space and beckoned for him to enter. His eyebrows raised as he looked at my body, still dripping with water and wrapped in just a towel.

“No, too dangerous,” he said. “I come back.”

He turned to leave and I caught his fit, muscled arm.

“No, please come in and fix it,” and I backed up, still gripping him firmly and pulled him into the cabin. I wasn’t letting this one get away.

He had curly, light brown hair with some poking out the top vee of his chest. His smile went from ear to ear and his brown eyes twinkled, full of mischief. Oh yes, I liked this encounter and my cock did too.

I’d restrained from any sexual contact for three days after Reece and I was now as horny as fuck.

Johannes, as I discovered he was called, allowed me to pull him into the cabin.

“You smell good,” he said as he sniffed my body in passing.. He gazed quickly over my body, pausing at my cock.

“Still too dangerous,” he said. He turned his flickering, brown eyes on mine.

“You attractive man and me too. Me gay. Need lot of cock. You like cock? Yes?”

I looked him up and down slowly. Yes I certainly liked what I saw. He was about thirty five years old and fit and strong. I loved his confidence and the lust in his eyes. As he gazed at me he let his mechanical gizmo drop to the floor and reached for the growing bulge in my towel, while groping himself at the same time. His hairy hands were strong with roughly manicured fingers and no sign of a wedding ring.

He saw me looking.

“I no married,” he said. “Just always horny. Like you, yes?”

“Yes I’m gay too. I love cock, Especially foreign cock. Big cock too. I love being fucked. You big? What do you like?” I asked.

Johannes held a finger to his lips and I realised I had been rambling. He didn’t answer, just looked at me with smiling eyes as he unzipped his tight, white boiler suit and shrugged it off his masculine shoulders, to show off his tanned, hairy chest and tattooed, strong arms. Fuck, he was lovely, handsome and fit with that cute smile, white teeth and twinkling eyes.

“You like? Johannes asked and I just nodded my head in a trance.

“Want to see more?” The elasticated waist of his suit had prevented it from falling all the way to the floor. It was hanging on his hips and some other large obstruction that poked out from the front, just below waist level. Without waiting for me to answer he tugged at the waist and shimmied his tight boiler suit down to reveal……….his fit, hairy, completely naked body. Fuck.

He escort bayan had gone commando and his stiff, cut cock stuck out, ramrod straight, from a hairy bush, below which hung two huge orbs like big lemons in a sack. He toed off his deck shoes and stepped out of his suit. With arms out wide he turned slowly round to show off his complete physique.

I saw a broad back, hairy, hard bum, strong legs and thighs and then back round so I could appreciate his front. He had a hairy chest, toned abs, a big, big, stiff cut cock with those two orbs swinging below.

“I spend much time in gym,” Johannes said, looking at me for approval.

“You like? Is good yes? You like?”

“No mate, I don’t like,” I answered, and his eyes darkened in disappointment.

“I fucking love it, “and he grinned again from ear to ear, showing his perfect white teeth.

“Now you show me your body,” he retorted. “Your clothes off. Naked too. Now. Quickly, not much time. Off, off,” and he pulled at my towel until it unfastened and fell to the floor. I stood there as naked as he was and I turned with arms out wide just as he had. He whistled as my back and bum came into view.

“Lovely young body. I like. Yes is good, very good.”

He held up a hand and stopped me turning, then dropped to his knees and gently pushed me over the end of the bed. I felt his tongue tickle my hole and his firm hands pull my cheeks apart.

“Oh yes boy. Daddy like this,” he moaned as his tongue licked around then he prodded my tight hole. I seemed to have recovered from Reece’s pounding and my anus clenched protectively as Johannas probed and pushed and flicked with his tongue and lips.

Oh, that felt sweet and my muscles gradually relaxed until he slapped my bum cheeks hard and I felt his teeth nibbling and biting at my tight rosebud. The anticipation got my eyes rolling in my head and a deep moan escaped my lips. I knew where this was going and my cock appreciated the move into a more dominant gear. Oh yes please.

Just then there was a loud knock at the cabin door.

“You in there Jo? Got a problem?” and the door opened with a pass key. Another guy, similar age and build, stepped in and stopped dead as he took in the scene before him.

“Well you dirty fuckers. Got started without me eh? I thought we said we could share this one.”

Jo didn’t even stop his licking and sucking as he greeted his mate with raised eyebrows and gave my bum another slap. I moaned in response and Jo said, “Just getting him ready,” as his partner knelt down beside him and added his tongue to the mix.

“He hot and horny. Want my daddy dick, just like you Sven eh? Lucky I got enough for you both.”

Sven was naked too now. His strong, blond, hairy body was a perfect match to Johannas, though probably five or so years younger. They both kissed ferociously as they pulled into each other’s arms.

“Hey, what about me?” I asked.

“You no worry. We gonna take you good,” said Johannas, and with that he high fived Sven and leaned into me for an open mouthed kiss.

“Mmmm,” said Sven, as he joined the huddle.

“This guy too hot, too dangerous for you,” and he winked at Johannes. “You need take him home to Sweden.”

They both laughed and leaned in for another kiss.

So, görükle escort I was dangerous was I? Best make the most of that while I could. I wiggled my bum provocatively and said, “Lets get on with it guys. You’ve still got my safe to open and whatever else you fancy.”

“Well I can see something I like,” said Sven, and he went into the bathroom and came out with slimy fingers on his right hand. They were liberally coated in shower gel.

“Here’s something for you, cheeky boy,” and he slid two, well-greased digits into my hole and pushed them right up.

As I gasped and moaned in surprise Johannes held my head and pumped his big, erect man meat deep down my throat.

“Uggh – ugg,” was all I managed to get out.

“Boy likes it,” he said as he held my hair and head and pounded his cock in and out furiously. He kissed Sven again with open lips and plenty of tongue.

“Mmm, not bad,” mumbled Sven, as he pulled out his fingers with a loud slurp. His cock was rock hard and dripping with pre cum so I grabbed it with one hand and guided it to my lubed hole. I hung on to Johannas’ buttocks with the other hand as he fucked my mouth while he moaned and groaned. His cock was deep down my throat and I sucked and slurped, avoiding gagging somehow, as I took it deep down down past the back of my gullet.

Sven was riding my arse for all he was worth. There was nothing slow and tender about these two Scandinavian tops. They seemed to enjoy a hard fuck and so did I.

“Lets swap,” called out Johannas. “I want a taste of that hole too.”

They both pulled out and before I knew it Johannas was on his back on the bed, and pulling me, open legged, onto his lap. His hard, stiff cock rose up and I impaled myself on it as he grabbed me round the waist and pulled me down until he was balls deep inside me.

He blocked my moans and cries with rough, open mouthed kisses and a forceful tongue. Then he tweaked my nipples, rubbed my back and neck and started to move roughly inside me. In and out, up and down he lifted me forcefully, pulling me onto his hard, big knob. I felt Sven climb on the bed behind me and then his hands were gripping my meaty buttocks firmly. His fingers crawled inside my anus and stretched my already full hole even wider.

.I was now crying and groaning. “No please, no. I can’t take any more. Please it’s too much already. Ohhh, oh no. Plea..a.s..sss.e.”

I cried aloud as his insistent fingers pried my arse hole open and struggled to gain entry, alongside Johanna’s big cock. After what Reece had done to me I thought I could take it, I knew I could take it, but clearly I wasn’t ready.

Then surprise, surprise, the pain had gone. It was still uncomfortable with a big, fat cock and three fingers working inside me but not painful. I felt full to bursting but I could manage the discomfort. Perhaps Reece’s workout had successfully opened me after all.

Sven leaned over my back, past my head and kissed Johannas.

“He’s ready,” he said.

“OK, lets do it,” answered Johannas and he held still while the fingers were removed and Sven crouched, with all his weight on tense, bent legs as he wriggled his fit body closer to my twitching arse.

With just a slight adjustment to my position he nudged my legs bursa escort bayan open further and I collapsed on Johannas chest and abs as I felt Sven’s rod searching for my hole. How he got it in me I don’t know because I was already full to bursting with Johanna’s big dick, but he found a way in. With his big knob end tucked away he rested.

“Now the fun begins,” he whispered in my ear. “Let me know how good it feels boy. I wanna hear you beg for it.”

Then I felt his hips push and his cock move. It felt enormous and even with the shower gel there wasn’t enough lubrication for it to slide inside my aching hole.

Johannas lay still with my full weight on his chest, with his big dick buried deep inside me. He moaned as we both felt Sven slowly gain entry and push up alongside him deep in my hole. He wrapped his muscled, hairy arms around my back and drew me in for a kiss. I felt his hips move and then Sven was pushing too, further in with each thrust. Then he stopped and I moaned my lust and pleasure as I searched again for a mouth to kiss.

“Oh God, I need that so much. Yes. YEEEESSSSS. Take me. Oh fuck me.”

I tried to make as much contact with both men as I could and revelled in the feel and smell of their sexual taking. It felt fantastic. I could never have imagined I would feel so full and so erotic. My arse felt fit to explode but my two assailants held firm, pushing inwards and up all the time.

Then I felt their pulsing start. They worked together, establishing an in and out rhythm; one pushing in while the other pulled slighly out, then thrusting forwards while the other eased back. It felt fantastic and I guessed they were well practised at this threesome fucking. Every one of my nerve endings was tingling and I clawed their flesh and moaned my approval.

“Oh yes, yes, fuck me. More oh more please. You got me. Yes there, right there. Oh don’t stop. Breed me. Make me your slut.”

I babbled away as they fucked hard and pounded my arse, gradually increasing their tempo and speed. I was writhing and jerking with them now, trying not to lose any of the incredible feelings they were giving my body.

Sven slapped my arse hard and reached around to pull my nipples roughly.

He moved my head down to Johannas chest and took the other man’s mouth in his. Their kiss was long and passionate and they surfaced with breathless gasps. It hadn’t interrupted their sexual performance but instead they thrust harder and I felt their cocks pulse together and their warm cum mix inside my wide open rectum. It seemed to coat every inch of my guts and their final thrusts sent waves of pleasure through my aching body.

I felt mt toes curl with pleasure as a pleasant sensation built in my loins. I was swept over the edge by their combined ejaculations and splashed my own cum over Johanna’s stomach.

We lay in a heap, still joined together as the cum oozed out of my hole and down my legs.

“Better get housekeeping to sort this out,” smiled Sven as he pulled off me.

“Come on, shower now. We clean up, yes?” said Johannas as he wriggled out from under our exhausted bodies.

We all three squeezed into the shower and they tenderly checked me for damage. There was nothing obvious except my arse lips which gaped and refused to close.

“Hey man, you could get a bus up there,” quipped Johannas. “You take it easy for a day or two. You want I should send a medic down to check you out? “

“Or a bus driver” quipped Sven.

“No way,” I responded. “Too dangerous,” and we all laughed as we soaped each other under the refreshing Water.

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Curtis drove his battered Nissan pickup down a sparsely populated road to the city. He wasn’t looking forward to waiting in line in drab government offices, and hoped he would finish in time to have some fun while he was there–hit up some bars, play some pool, let himself be sweet-talked by a handsome stranger.

He’d planned his trip to be in town for bear night at a bar simply called Mason’s. He wasn’t very up-to-date on gay slang, but the advertisement on the website had pictured several burly, hairy men, so he thought he wouldn’t be so out of place, even with his callused hands and farmer’s tan from his landscaping work. Would he fit in? His button-up and slacks were plain, meant for impressing bureaucrats and going to church, back when he was a churchgoing man. His slacks were a little tight around his hips, and his shirt around his chest, but it was his only fancy outfit. He figured he could undo some shirt buttons if he felt he needed to during the night, or take off his tie if it was too formal. He flipped down the mirror and quickly checked to make sure his chest hair wasn’t poking out around his collar. It wasn’t.

He flipped the sunshade and mirror back up. The houses on the left side of the road were closer together now as he neared the city, though the dense forest continued on the opposite side. This wasn’t a drive he wanted to be making at night. Even during the day, something about the untamed forest here gave him the chills. Between the undergrowth and all the vines growing up the trunks, he could barely see two feet into the trees, a hulking mass of leaves and stems rising from the mud like something out of an old horror movie. No, he didn’t want to be out here at night.

He slowed down and turned his eyes to the unforested side of the road, with lawns and small single-story houses with gardens in the front. He thought of landscaping: a flagstone path to the mailbox could look nice on this lot, a pergola over the little courtyard on that lot.

He was so caught in his daydreaming that he almost didn’t see the man in the road.

Curtis slammed the brakes. His tires squealed as the truck lurched to a halt, his body thrust forward against the locked seatbelt.

The stranger had not flinched. He sauntered to the driver’s side window and raised his hand with a thumbs up.

Curtis’s heart was still pumping fast. It didn’t help that when he looked out the window, he realised something strange about the man he had almost hit: he was completely naked.

The stranger looked like he would be right at home in one of those frat house videos Curtis watched sometimes, except that he appeared to have not a single hair below his shoulders. His skin was extraordinarily smooth and even-toned–flawless, even. Curtis followed the curves of biceps and forearms down to where the stranger was covering his crotch. At least, he appeared to be. Curtis couldn’t see everything without opening the door.

He looked up at the man’s face. A confident expression. He was young, as suited his remarkably unblemished torso, and had a smile that said at once that he was getting away with something and wanted you to join him in the fun. Short wavy hair, and sparkling green eyes.

Curtis found himself winding down the window. The man could not possibly be an armed highwayman, dressed (or undressed) as he was, though this thought only occurred to him after the window was all the way down. A slight breeze tickled Curtis’s beard. “Do you–do you need a ride?” he asked.

The stranger nodded. “Yeah, just into town.” His voice carried the same twinkle of mischief as his smile.

A thought intruded into Curtis’s mind. His grandmother had always said…. What was it? It had something to do with hitchhikers, maybe, or men, generally. Or was it roads? The wise words floated away like untethered balloons as he got lost in the eyes of the naked hunk before him.

“Hop in,” Curtis said, and he unlocked the doors.

“Thanks, mister,” the hitchhiker said. He walked around the front of the car to the passenger seat, and Curtis observed that the man was indeed not wearing any pants bursa merkez escort or underwear. It was warm enough outside, at least.

The stranger slid into the passenger seat and closed the door before folding his legs to sit cross-legged. He still hadn’t moved his hand from his crotch. Hands, something about hands. His hands were smooth. A city kid. His nails were clean.

After turning around the idea in his head for a moment, Curtis decided to ask. “So, your friends leave you naked out here by yourself?”

“Something like that,” the hitchhiker said. “I’m not supposed to tell.”

He displayed an unusual lack of embarrassment, despite the fact that he kept his privates covered. But anyone would keep covered, right? He seemed to be in his right mind. And frat boys could be shameless–at least, that was the stereotype. Maybe he was just following rules for this game that he couldn’t tell anyone about.

The hitchhiker didn’t move to put on his seatbelt. Curtis watched him, waiting. The hitchhiker’s legs were as hairless as the rest of him. Beefy thighs, strong calves. Smooth feet with trimmed toenails. Six on his right foot, Curtis noticed. But he was polite enough not to comment.

“Um,” the stranger said. “Could you give me something to cover with?”

“Oh, I don’t have an extra set of clothes on me,” Curtis said.

“Of course you have an extra set of clothes on you. I’m sure you don’t need your shirt. It’s long enough to keep me covered, and you’re not the only guy driving around out here shirtless. You’ve done it plenty of times.”

Curtis had driven shirtless before. And if the hitchhiker had a shirt on, he might not be so adamant about covering himself. Curtis would like that. It was just his shirt, and Curtis was a nice guy. He’d been shirtless in public plenty of times. At work, even. Being shirtless in the car was nothing.

Curtis loosened his tie and began unbuttoning his shirt, thinking about how he might unbutton it at Mason’s tonight. Two buttons undone showed off a little bit of chest, and a lot of chest hair. Three buttons undone was a little more daring, but not too out of the ordinary at a gay bar. Four buttons undone was daring. Five was sexy. Six was barely on. And seven was simply a breezy open shirt. This one wasn’t meant to be worn open, though, so he just looked partially dressed.

He shimmied out of his sleeves, pulled the bottom of the shirt out of his pants where it had been tucked in, and handed it to the hitchhiker. Curtis watched him put it on, put his hands through the sleeves one at a time, always keeping one hand over his privates. The shirt was a little big on him. If it was even possible, the man looked sexier than before, and Curtis wanted to rip the shirt right off.

Curtis shifted in his seat and felt a draft between his back and the cloth of the car seat. He remembered that he wasn’t wearing a shirt anymore. But it was no big deal.

“Are you good now?” Curtis asked.

“You said you’d give me something to cover with,” the stranger replied. He still held a hand over his crotch even though the shirt was long enough to preserve his modesty–as long as he stayed still.

“Oh, right,” Curtis said. The hitchhiker was hardly dressed. One couldn’t go out in just a button-up shirt, after all. Curtis undid his belt, unbuttoned and unzipped his fly. He was wearing navy woven boxers that day, he remembered. He carefully tugged his pants down to his knees, but struggled to get them off in the driver’s seat. And his shoes were in the way.

“It’ll be easier if we go outside,” the hitchhiker said.

It would. The hitchhiker made so much sense.

Curtis undid his seatbelt and unlocked the doors. It was freeing to be out from underneath the seatbelt. Warm air blew on his shoulders when he opened the door, carrying the scent of leaves and pollen. He hopped out of the car and into the street.

He pulled his pants the rest of the way down his legs into a puddle at his ankles before crouching down and undoing the laces on his fancy shoes. He didn’t bursa yabancı escort wear them often. He tugged them off and put his stockinged feet on the warm asphalt. It was so much better than being in the shoes. His feet had sweat during the drive and now they could air out. He finally got his pants off and handed them to the hitchhiker, who had come around the car and stood next to him.

“Thanks, man,” he said. “But I wouldn’t want to wear your pants with no underwear, you know? That would be rude. They look like nice pants.” He stood for a while, thinking, holding the pants in front of him.

Curtis had a solution. “Oh, I know. You can have my boxers.”

“Are you really fine with being left with only your tie and socks?” the stranger said.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Whatever you need to get you to town,” Curtis said. And before the stranger could respond, Curtis was already stepping out of his underwear and handing them over.

The stranger took the boxers and put them on carefully. Curtis’s eyes were fixated on the end of his shirt as he moved, that last stretch without any buttons, ready to part at any moment. But he didn’t see anything before the boxers were all the way on. Well, there would always be later at Mason’s.

He remembered the pictures he had seen online. Men like him, smiling with beer mugs in hand, shirts unbuttoned, tight pants. Men like the one in front of him too, who was now finishing lacing up his shoes and getting into the car. He could get up to all sorts of things with a man like that.

Curtis moved reflexively to adjust himself in his pants, and found that he was wearing none. His boner wagged around in the open air from his touch.

The car was speeding away.

“Hey!” he called after it. “My car!” He ran for only a few steps, hard cock slapping his belly and balls bouncing around with each motion, before stopping. He couldn’t catch up with a car. And certainly not dressed like this.

He looked ridiculous out in the middle of the road with only his necktie and dress socks.

And he had just shouted. It could have drawn attention. He looked around for movement at the houses lining the one side of the road. Nothing.

It dawned on him that in addition to being naked on the road, he was without his wallet, without his car, and without his phone. He needed to get home. He couldn’t count on the man who stole his car to come back. His memory of the whole ordeal was a little hazy, but he felt he could at least count on that.

A car was coming down the road from the direction of the city. The hairs on the back of his neck pricked up at the sound. He wanted to run into the forest or hide in someone’s yard so they wouldn’t see him in his ridiculous getup, but knew that wouldn’t help him get home.

So he stood by the side of the road in his socks and tie with one hand and forearm obscenely half-covering his boner (was he throbbing?) and the other in the air, thumb up, as he waited for the car to approach.

~~~

The car wooshed by, causing Curtis’s tie to flutter in the wind. It would’ve been lucky for the first one to stop for him, but no, he would be here for a while longer nearly naked out next to the road, hoping that each passing car would see him while simultaneously praying that they would ignore him in his undressed state. At least his boner had gone down somewhat. With no car coming, he put down his hand to cover himself better.

He didn’t have to wait too long, because before another car came down the road, a man came out from one of the houses, the one with the little pergola-less courtyard.

He was about Curtis’s age, dressed in a worn flannel and faded jeans, and with the body of one of those men from the bear night advertisement.

Curtis’s face reddened. He had seen cars pass, but this was the first person to witness him like this. Aside from the hitchhiker. He stayed rooted to his spot on the forested side of the road.

The man across the street strolled across his front lawn and stopped by the mailbox, where he and Curtis made bursa sınırsız escort eye contact for the first time.

“Hey!” the man shouted. He waved to Curtis.

“Hey!” Curtis shouted back. He kept both of his hands in front of his crotch.

“Do you want to come in?” the man asked.

Curtis didn’t want to go anywhere, unless that somewhere was home with the rest of his clothes. But he had no better options.

Something from behind gave Curtis a hard poke on his butt, and he yelped and flung his hands up in response, his cock and balls swinging with the sudden movement.

He quickly covered himself and shuffled across the road to prevent any undignified bouncing.

Curtis followed the man in flannel to his front door, appreciating that the man walked ahead and didn’t look back to leer or judge. The man held the door open for him.

The house was small, with dated linoleum tile leading from the entryway to a breakfast bar and kitchen decorated with travel posters and tiny wooden sculptures of dogs. A chill of air conditioning prompted a wave of goosebumps on Curtis’s arms and thighs. There were no women’s shoes at the front door, so Curtis surmised that this man lived alone.

“Do you want some tea? English breakfast? Chamomile? You look like you could use some.” The man walked a few paces to the sink and began to fill a kettle with water.

“Chamomile. Thanks,” Curtis said.

“Sure. You can have a seat right here,” he said, gesturing to a wooden barstool. “Oh, and let’s get you something to cover up with. Silly me.” The man put down the kettle and grabbed a fuzzy robe from a nearby coat closet before offering it to Curtis.

“Thank you so much, um….”

“Peter.”

“Thank you, Peter,” Curtis said, taking the robe. He put it on, feeling warmer immediately, and then sat down on the barstool. “I’m Curtis. I don’t know what–I’m not sure what happened, if you’ll believe it.”

“Oh, I believe it,” Peter said with a smile. “You’re not the first naked guy to be stranded on the road outside of my house. The first guy to still have his tie and socks, though.”

Curtis blushed despite the cool of the air conditioning.

“I was in the restroom when I heard your shouting and the car zooming off, which is why I didn’t come get you sooner. I hope you didn’t have too bad of a time out there by yourself. Though from the looks of it–well, nevermind. I was in your shoes not too long ago, metaphorically speaking. It’s what you get when you move in next to a faerie forest. Tricky little things. One minute you’re stopping for a strapping young man on the side of the road, the next you’re in your underwear or worse, and don’t remember how you got there.”

Faeries? It made about as much sense as Curtis giving his clothes and his car to a strange naked man in the road, and Peter spoke confidently.

Peter continued. “My Aunt Georgina always said to count the fingers and toes. Teeth if you can see ’em. And you’ve got ten fingers and normal-looking teeth, if you don’t mind my saying so.” Peter held out his hands and smiled wide. His hands and teeth looked normal.

That’s what Curtis had been thinking of when he saw the toes on the hitchhiker–the faerie sat inside of his car. He wasn’t quite real. He remembered the uncannily smooth skin.

“You can stay here for the rest of the afternoon,” Peter said. “Even the night if it takes that long. The fae get bored easily. Though I haven’t been quite able to get a handle on their sense of time. You might find everything of yours sitting out in the driveway by the time morning comes ’round. And if not”–he shrugged–“I’ll think of something.”

“Do you have a spare bedroom?” Curtis asked. The house was small, but it wasn’t out of the question to have a spare bed somewhere.

“You can take the couch. I promise, it’s not as bad as it sounds. It’s a good couch. Ah, here’s the kettle.” Peter turned around to attend to the tea.

Curtis had been too preoccupied to notice while walking in, but Peter’s jeans hugged his ass perfectly. Even if he didn’t make it to Mason’s, he’d had a different kind of adventure. And maybe, if he was right about Peter, he could make a similar kind of friend.

Curtis groaned and stretched his arms to the sides so that the front of the robe opened over his chest. Peter gave a furtive look over his shoulder, caught Curtis looking right back at him, and then returned to making his tea, embarrassed.

It would be a good night.

Myself and a few of my friends were at our usual bar hang out it was so dead, there were maybe twenty people in the whole bar. We decided to head out and check some other bars, ones we had never been too. The first few we went in to, we did not even have a drink, we did have a drink in the one bar but it was just as bad as the one we were previously in.

There was a country bar that all of us had never been too so we decided why not try it out, how bad could it be. The line was long and it seemed almost that we would not get in to this straight country bar, finally the line started to move. There were two bouncers at the front of the line checking identifications.

The one guy was an average kind of guy, not my type, the other was so incredibly hot, I would guess six foot three, a big muscular guy. Blue black hair, a well trimmed beard, deep dark eyes, pouty lips, a massive chest, covered in a layer of dark black fur. The mans legs were like tree trunks, even his cowboy boot covered feet had to be six twelve.

He had huge hands, but he had kind soft eyes, a really ruff voice, that demanded you to show your i.d. To him. I watched as the line grew shorter and I was almost up to him at this point, he stopped the line when we got up to him. I would have to try not to stare at this hunk of a man in front me and not get a raging hard on.

I caught him looking at me a few times when I looked away, I looked pretty good if I do say so myself. Twenty five, gym fit body, dark brown hair, beard, pretty good pecs and an eight inch cock. His bulge in his trousers was impressive to say the least, his cock down his right leg, his balls down the left. I so wanted to drop to my knees and blow him right here.

He took my I.D. And scanned it, longer than most of the other people in line, he looked me in the eyes then at my I.D. Over and over. He gave this kind of half smile and a grunt at the same time, he handed it back to me our hands touching, I can tell you he could have told me to do anything and I would obey.

I felt his eyes on me as we went bursa otele gelen escort into the door, I knew he was checking out my ass, this guy had to be a top. We went in the bar and got a drink, the music was not what I normally listened too but with him at the door I would listen to anything at this point.

Someone relieved him of his door duties and he would go thru the bar checking on people. He came by our table and our eyes met once again, not sure why but I wanted to drop to my knees and let this man use me. He stood there staring at me, I felt like I would melt, he slowly walked away, I knew I had to go pee before I peed in my pants at the table here.

I felt his eyes on me as I made my way to the bathrooms, there were about ten people in the bathroom, the urinals full I took the large stall at the end. I left the door open this way another guy could join me to pee in the toilet. He came in and most of the people in the bathroom walked out, he had a reputation that you did not mess with Tony, I would later find out his name.

The urinals still occupied Tony came to the stall I was in, he sauntered in and grabbed for his zipper, my flow abruptly stopped having this man beside me pulling down his zipper, he reached in and pulled out his massive soft cock. The man peed like a fire hose, his stream so strong, his big beautiful uncut cock, that I could not take my eyes off of.

He looked at my own cock then he looked at me in the eyes, a small grin of approval, I so would drop to my knees and service this man right here. He pulled his hand away from his cock letting me reach out and touch his, his hand went to my own. His touch was incredible, strong callused hands, but he was so gentle.

His own cock felt so good in my hand, feeling it grow in my hand, I so wanted to taste it, I peeled back his foreskin. His knob shiny with pee and precum, I so wanted to be on my knees right now sucking him to completion.

“Could I suck it?”

I asked very quietly.

“Not bursa eve gelen escort here, after the bar closes, you can come to mine, I’m done at three.”

He and I zipped up and went to wash our hands, I wanted to lick the precum and pee off my right hand that was holding his magnificent cock in it. The night dragged on but I had him to keep my mind busy, my friends left at midnight, they could not understand why I was going to stay.

I left the bar at two thirty, he came out right at three, I stood off to the side so his work collegues did not know I was waiting for him. He came up to me pressed me to the wall and pushed his lips to my own, he held the kiss for some time.

“Been waiting to do that all night.”

He took my hand and he and I headed over to his, we talked about all kinds of things, he lived in a high rise, nice building. When we got in his suite he offered me a beer, we sat in the living room and talked, he wanted to get to know me, I was not just some random hook up.

“Can you stay the night Billy?”

“I would love to stay the night.”

“I really need a shower, would you join me?”

I wanted to tear off all my clothes right here right now, but I did not want to seem to eager, he and I undressed each other. That body of his was incredible, once the shirt was off his fitted tee hugged his body like it was in love with him. I lifted the tee off slowly, I did not want to seem to over zealous, once it was off and on the floor, but I had to touch.

From his neck to his massive pecs, the fur felt so good on my palms, and between my fingers, my cock strained to be held inside my tight fitting trousers. Tony took off the shirt and tee I had on, he too ran his hands all over my body, he leaned in and kissed me once again, that furry body against my smooth one felt so good.

He and I unbuckled and unzipped at the same time, he and I now in a frenzy to get naked and in that shower. His massive cock semi erect and growing, I knew would bursa escort bayan hurt going in but I had to have his cock inside of me. He and I washed each other, the feel of his body made me so hard and ready to blow a massive load all over him.

Once dried he took my hand and led me to his bedroom, the mans room was immaculate, clearly he liked things to be clean and organized. He laid me on the bed and got on top of me, I made a soft noise as he got on top of me.

“I’m not to heavy to be on top of you am I Billy?”

“No you are perfect.”

We kissed then he explored my body, his touch so soft yet manly, he kissed and licked me everywhere, he handled my cock like it was breakable. He sucked me to the base, fondled my balls, then fingered my ass, once his finger hit my hole I was done. My cock exploded like it had never had ever in my entire lifetime.

Tony drank up all I could feed him, he milked my cock till it had no more to give, he lay on top of me and kissed me. I rolled him over and I touched, licked and kissed him everywhere, his neck so sensitive, his nipples made him squirm. His abs made him take in deep breaths, the mans body was sensitive everywhere.

When I got to his cock it was not only long, I would guess at least nine and so thick, his cock would be so hard to take inside my mouth as it was so wide. I managed to take him in, not all of him, that would take some practice. Tony pulled my hair to get me to swallow that much more of him, his hips pushing his cock in deeper with every stroke.

His grip stronger, his balls tucked in and his cock pelted me with cum, the first three deep down my throat. The last three in my mouth, I licked the man clean, not a drop wasted, I put his foreskin back and stared at this big beautiful cock softening in front of me.

Tony pulled me on top of him and kissed me, he rolled us over and held me down, his lips on mine his hands laced into my own.

“You do know Billy I can never let you leave me, you and I are connected for life now.”

Was he being serious right now? I was a little nervous, he looked at me totally serious for a minute or two.

“Had you going there for a minute didn’t I Billy?”

He and I laughed at his comment.

“Seriously Billy I want to do this again with you.”

“I know I would like that very much Tony.”

He and I snuggled in under the covers, he held me tight to his body, I was where I wanted to be right now.

This story is a hardcore fantasy featuring: domination/submission, age difference, rough oral, rough anal, armpit licking, foot worship, piss drinking.

There are moments in life when a feeling comes up and you suddenly realize who you are, and what you were made for. It’s a mirror held in front of you, showing the image of your destiny. It comes out of love, or hate, or desperation. For me, it came out of primal lust. I realized my fate, my calling, in the arms of a stronger being. Looking back, I understand he was the personification of things I’d always craved. And I never lied to myself again.

I was 18 years old when I decided to lose my anal virginity. I’d never been with a man before, so the prospect of having my cherry popped made me nervous. Although I was a little scared, I wanted it more than anything else. I deeply fantasized about getting on my knees for a man, taking a fat cock in my mouth, and being dominated and fucked hard. I also fantasized about many other things. I was a very kinky guy.

But I was insecure. Growing up in a conservative area, I’d learned to be quiet and reserved, and to hide my feminine side. But most of all, I was insecure about my body. Looking at myself in the bathroom mirror, I saw my naked flesh and wondered if I was desirable. I was slim and smooth, and a little on the short side. My face was round and boyish, and I had light brown eyes and red lips. My ginger hair was a light orange, and always short. My complexion was pink and covered in faint freckles.

I felt I’d been cursed with a feminine, skinny frame. My chest was tight and my belly was flat. My arms were thin, and I had a small ass – plump and round, but still small. My dick was pretty average, pink and smooth, like my tight butthole. I was smaller all around, compared to other guys my age. It made me an easy target for bullies.

It was summer. The warm air made me extra horny. I looked at myself firmly and thought “If you wanna do this, you gotta do it right”. So the first thing was figuring out how to take care of my skin and my diet. I read some articles on the internet and learned to take care of myself regularly. I quit eating junk food in general, especially fried food, and avoided oily ingredients. I washed my face in the morning every day, or every time it felt dirty. After a few weeks, I started seeing results.

I also focused on my body hair. I didn’t have that much at the time. My torso, my back and my butt cheeks were hairless. I had hair on my crotch, testicles and butthole, and on my armpits and legs. Shaving my legs would be difficult and awkward. I’d tried doing that before, but it felt uncomfortable afterward. A week before the big day, I shaved my armpits, crotch and butthole. It took me a good thirty minutes locked inside the bathroom, but the result was nice.

Sliding my fingers over my buttcrack, my pucker felt smooth and hairless, like hot butter. Shaving my testicles was a little bit more intimidating. A friend had told me you just need to use the same razor on them, and I hesitated at first. Turned out it was very easy. Testicles were less sensitive than I thought, and after ten minutes they were completely smooth.

Now the most intimidating part was looking for the right man. I knew I wanted two things: older and bigger. I felt attracted to older men, especially the masculine type. And I knew a big cock was a must. Long and thick would feel much hotter sliding in and out of my tight hole. So I started searching for men on the internet. I used dating apps and websites for hours, looking at photos of headless torsos, weird married guys and obnoxious gay men. Most men were not really my type, but I’d eventually find an older, masculine daddy type and say hello.

I knew I had to impress. I took photos of my naked torso, my dick and my butt, in sexy angles hiding my identity. Taking naked photos showing my face was a big no-no. With the right amount of natural lighting, I was able to make a small collection of photos of my attributes, and hoped the right man would be interested. Many guys refused me for being too young. Each rejection hurt. Most wanted to meet guys their age, and that broke my heart. And then some guys were interested in me, but I didn’t find them appropriate for the job. I didn’t give up – I was very determined to find the right man to deflower me.

Thankfully, a few hot men were interested in what I had to offer. The first one was an older bear, 35 years old, 5 foot 10, with a nice hairy belly and a bearded face. The second was a former jock, 40 years old, 6 feet, and a cocky attitude. The third was a burly 50-year-old, 6 foot 3, with big arms and a juicy chest. I sent them my sexy photos, and asked for cock pictures in return.

The bear and the jock had respectable cocks, but they weren’t that hot. The burly 50-year-old had a big one, and it was the sexiest cock by far – it was long and thick, veiny and all natural. This man’s name was Doug. I asked how long it was, and Doug answered it was 9 inches. Perfect for my tight hole, I thought.

We bursa sınırsız escort chatted for a few days. I told Doug I was a virgin, and that I wanted to have my first time with a big dominant man. Doug was intrigued by it, and was very friendly and paternal, and revealed he liked being dominant in bed. He didn’t make me feel awkward or uncomfortable at all. He had a good sense of humor. He told me he was a single gay man living in the downtown area, and that he had an apartment and would be willing to meet soon.

When the special day came, I ate light foods and a lot of fiber. I read a detailed tutorial on how to clean your butt properly. I went to the bathroom, pooped everything I could, and washed myself with soap. I used a little small bottle to insert a bit of water inside my airtight hole, and then squirted it fast. The tutorial said you don’t need to insert too much water, and it shouldn’t go too deep, to prevent any mess. I followed every step and hoped for the best.

We’d planned to meet near a park in the downtown area, at 7 p.m. I was shaking when I left my parents’ house and took the bus. I told my dad I was going to a watch a movie with a friend. Luckily he didn’t ask any questions. Doug told me he’d be wearing a leather jacket, so I’d be able to identify him.

My knees were weak when I walked by the park. I was very nervous, and thought of giving up and going home. I was afraid somebody would recognize me. But even worse, I was afraid Doug was a bad guy. It took me a little bit of nerve to just stick around and wait. I looked around several times. The breeze was warm and the park was lit up and fairly popular. It was near the commercial area, so there were lots of people and cars passing by. That would keep me safe against a possible maniac, I thought.

I suddenly saw a big tall man standing nearby, with a cell phone in his hand. The man would look around shortly and stare at me. Then I noticed he was wearing a leather jacket on top of a white shirt, cargo shorts and leather flip flops. I received a message on my phone. It said “I’m right here.” I felt my soul leave my body as I walked up to the big older man. Doug shook my small hand casually and nodded. He had piercing blue eyes, a mature face and a bald head.

“Nice to meet you, Hugo,” he said.

“Hello, sir,” I replied without thinking. My face went red immediately.

Doug smirked at me.

“Are you ready?” he asked.

“Yes, sure,” I replied.

I followed the man past several blocks. I felt strange walking by his side – he was big and old enough to be my father. But my butthole was twitching in secret. He had a regular manly voice. He sounded gentle and educated, and we talked a little bit about the streets and the weather. Well, Doug talked mostly, while I agreed and answered with a few words. He took me into a residential building nearby. It was a regular building, not a fancy one – that made me slightly less nervous. Doug touched my shoulder with his warm hand and smiled.

“Is everything alright?” he asked.

“Yes, si-” I stuttered. “Yes, I’m alright. I’ve never done this before.”

Doug chuckled.

“You can call me sir. I like it,” he said in a friendly tone.

Doug took me to his apartment. It was nice and casual. There was a flat screen in the corner, a fat leather couch, a nice bookshelf and a kitchen in the background, with a small shelf filled with bottles I assumed were whisky. The air had a light hint of beer and cigars. The TV was on, tuned to a sports channel at low volume. Doug grabbed a beer bottle from the coffee table and took a few sips. I just stood there, having a closer look at him.

Doug was a big man, but not exactly overweight. His fat was well distributed on his muscular, juicy torso and heavy legs. His calves were equally juicy and muscular, and covered in a layer of hair. His feet were massive, veiny on top and reddish on the soles. He winked and offered me a soda.

“Thanks, I’m good,” I said.

Doug finished his beer and approached me. We stood just a few inches from each other. I had to look up at him – my face only reached his chest. He grabbed my chin and smirked.

“You’re really cute,” he said.

“Thanks, sir,” I replied.

“Are you sure you wanna be dominated?” Doug asked.

“Yes, sir, I’ve been thinking about it all week.”

“Manhandled?”

“Yes,” I confirmed.

“Alright. Let’s pop this cherry. Follow me,” Doug said casually.

I followed him into the bedroom. The place was warm and cozy, with a large bed in the middle. The curtains were closed and some warm lights were on. Still, I saw rays of street lights passing through the thin fabric. The evening was warm and wet, and I could feel the heat in the air, and a light, sweet musk slowly enveloping me – Doug’s masculine fumes. I entered the bathroom to prepare myself, while Doug sat on the bed and took off his jacket.

When I closed the bathroom door, I thought to myself, “This is it. There’s no going bursa merkez escort back now.” I was inside a small and cozy bathroom. I quickly took off my clothes until I was completely naked. The bathroom tiles were dry and golden, and the air felt electric. There was a strong sexual tension in my mind. I felt it all over my body, pumping through my veins, and igniting a fire in my chest. I was so nervous. I was about to get buttfucked for the first time.

Outside the bathroom, the big manly stud waited for me. I knew Doug really wanted to fuck me. That man’s body was filled with testosterone, and he was ready to teach me a lesson. He was about to manhandle me, throw me onto the bed and treat me like a bitch. I started shaking again. My pucker was twitching with the anticipation. I stared at my own body in the large mirror – the picture of a soft wimp stared back at me. “What am I doing here?” my mind panicked. Suddenly I just couldn’t open the door. I stood there for two minutes.

“Are you ready, buddy?” the manly voice asked on the other side.

“Y-yes, sir!” I stuttered.

“Don’t be shy. Come on, come to Daddy. You’re gonna get fucked, buddy.”

I held my breath and opened the door. A tall manly stud sat on the large bed, right in front of me. His legs were spread wide, and his strong features were exposed in his white tank top and cargo shorts. He was barefoot now, all manly and comfortable, a cocky grin spread on his naturally aggressive face. “Fuck,” I thought. Doug wanted to eat me alive.

I found it hard to breathe, standing all naked in front of that big burly mountain. Doug’s arms were muscular, gigantic, and the hair on his forearms was thick. His thighs were quite large, strong and hairy. He gestured for me to approach him, and as I did, he took off his tank top, exposing his hairy armpits in the process. His torso was strong and succulent, with a wide chest and a beer gut. His skin had an orange undertone, like a recent tan, that made him look stronger. I felt the need to get on my knees, especially because my legs felt like melting, but I controlled myself. I felt my face blush.

“Like what you see?” Doug asked, with a slight grin.

“You are so manly, sir,” I noted sincerely.

Doug chuckled, observing my face. Then he flexed one bicep. It popped like a veiny mountain.

“Damn right I am.”

The voice in my head said, “Maybe I should relax and stop being nervous. He’s about to pound me…”

Doug stood up and approached me. I finally realized he was even bigger and taller than I thought. His mature tanned skin contrasted against my pale pink. His chest was dangerously close to my face, and he looked down at me and stared into my soul. My legs felt extra weak all of a sudden. I noticed my dick leak a drop of precum. I wasn’t hard, but I knew I was internally excited.

“Hmm, naughty,” Doug said.

He pinched my pink nipples and gave me goosebumps. He ran his manly hands over my torso, and then down my waist. His palms were hot and rough – the hands of a hard-working man. They slid all over my smooth skin, and then he took a step closer and reached for my butt cheeks. He smirked again and squeezed my ass casually – one, two, three times. I let out a moan.

“Your skin is so smooth,” Doug observed.

“Thank you, sir. Your hands are so strong…” I replied.

“Yeah? Do you like my manly hands?” Doug chuckled and grabbed me harder. “You’re so sweet, ginger boy.”

“Hmmm,” I moaned.

“Get on your knees…” he commanded.

I kneeled before Doug. My red face was now directly in front of his crotch.

Doug’s hands moved to his cargo shorts and he opened his fly. In a casual movement he dropped his shorts and they fell to his hairy ankles.

I stared at a very large bulge. He was wearing gray boxer briefs that showed the outline of his thick shaft. I felt the heat coming from the body in front of me, and a light smell of cock and balls. My mouth watered.

I looked up at Doug, and he winked. Then he dropped his underwear, and the cock jumped out like a spring and hit me in the face. Smack!

It was the biggest cock I’d ever seen in person. Long and thick, with a bell-shaped head, pointing upward, and thick veins across the steaming shaft. It was hairy on the base, where it joined his manly crotch, and I could smell the testosterone entering my nostrils. Doug had a low-hanging sack and two large nuts, and one nut hung slightly lower than the other – it was strangely lewd. I just stared in awe.

“Cat got your tongue?” Doug asked.

The large schlong throbbed in front of me, growing longer and thicker. It pointed upward proudly and jumped in my face. Doug chuckled, and I realized it was on purpose.

Doug twitched his cock several times, and each time it slapped my face gently. A drop of shiny precum landed on my forehead. I was kinda hypnotized by this thick mature sausage.

“Suck, buddy,” Doug commanded.

I spread my lips and took the cockhead bursa escort bayan inside my mouth. I tasted the precum on my tongue, as the veiny shaft slid deeper and deeper. The girthy dong stretched my jaw to its limit, so I took a deep breath and watched my teeth; after all, I wanted to please Doug more than anything else.

“Fuck yeah…” Doug moaned in a guttural voice. “Your mouth is so hot… yeah, I love your hot breath on my cock.”

I started sucking faster, while relaxing my mouth and my throat for more. With each thrust, I was able to swallow another inch. I gave that burning-hot shaft a good cock massage. Doug grunted in deep pleasure. “Fuck yeah, buddy…”

He grabbed the back of my head with one hand and started thrusting into my mouth fast, quickly breaking my inhibitions and stretching my jaw further. The room was filled with wet sounds of cock worship. After a while, Doug grabbed the back of my head with both hands and started fucking deep, fast and steady.

I felt my mouth water intensely, wrapping around the thick invader. It started sliding in and out like butter, fast and hard, hitting the back of my tight throat, and I started gagging like a proper cocksucker. It was a battle between Doug’s big dong and my poor throat. I had no chance.

Doug held my head with both hands, and his grip was warm and strong. I blinked with the pressure, and just took it. As Doug thrust every inch into my mouth, I choked and drooled on his veiny shaft, and tried my best to massage it with my tongue. Doug assaulted my mouth pretty much nonstop, and I looked up at him and allowed it to happen. He let out a guttural sound of pleasure.

“Fuck yeah, suck it, suck it,” Doug repeated. “Suck that fat cock, son.”

I gagged and moaned for him. Pleasuring his 50-year-old rod was all that mattered at that moment. Feeling the heat coming from his big hairy legs, and the powerful aggression from his hips, was overwhelming to me. Doug used me for a good fifteen minutes, until I was drooling like a faucet and the room was a symphony of dirty sounds. His sweaty nuts hit my chin with every thrust. I looked up at him and opened my throat wider.

“Hell yeah, that tight mouth feels so good,” he said.

When Doug finally pulled his member out of my mouth, it was coated in a shiny layer of saliva. I stared at the fat schlong in front of me, mesmerized, and I couldn’t believe I took that large rod in my throat.

Doug grabbed me by the arm and spun me around. I was held by one strong hand, while the other smacked my butt three times, as a sign of approval. I felt thick fingers slide through my buttcrack, and Doug was suddenly massaging my pink pucker.

“I need to take that sweet ass,” he said.

Doug pulled me like a rag doll and threw me onto the bed. Then he lay down, on his back, and grinned at me. He spread his legs and put his hands behind his head, his manly armpits exposed. I crawled on the edge of the bed, between his legs.

“What are you gonna do next?” he provoked.

I reached for the throbbing cock and sucked on it eagerly. I looked up at Doug with begging eyes. He grinned and got the cue. He grabbed my head with both hands again and started thrusting into my mouth nonstop. I gagged and drooled and my eyes started to water – cocksucker tears. Doug was grunting and pounding my throat without mercy.

“Fuck yeah, take that big dong in your throat,” said Doug. “Take it, yeah, take it… fucking suck it…”

I started seeing stars, and lost track of time. Doug skullfucked me for a good while, and there was nothing I could do but relax my throat and gag on it. I let him turn my throat into a pussy, hot and tight around his XXL mature prick.

When Doug released me, I moved to his big nutsack. Doug had some fat low-hangers, and I started pleasuring them with my tongue. He grunted in approval, as I licked every inch. I savored the taste of his masculinity, and carefully sucked one testicle into my mouth.

“Fuck yeah, suck it… taste my nuts,” Doug approved.

I watched my teeth and sucked on it for a while, and then sucked on the other one. I tried to take both balls into my mouth, but they were pretty big. After a while, as I eagerly slurped on them, I finally succeeded! Now I had two big nuts in my mouth, and my tongue moved around them automatically.

“You’re a prodigy, son,” Doug said.

His approval made me happy. Next I paid attention to his armpits. I’d been thinking about them for a while. Doug had the hottest arms, with decent biceps and veiny forearms, and his armpits were big and hairy. I crawled like a cat on top of him, and shoved my face in the right one. Doug chuckled and pushed my head against it. I sniffed the masculine scent, and even started licking it. The hair felt warm and soft on my tongue.

“Yeah, taste it… taste my sweat,” he encouraged.

I spent a good time sucking Doug’s essence, and then moved to the other armpit and repeated the process. I practically drowned in them for a while.

I looked at Doug, and he stared back at me and smirked, like asking “What next?”. I bit my lip and finally gave in to my intrusive thoughts, and paid attention to the big feet down there. They were veiny and hairy on top. The toes were long and meaty, and the soles were a sexy red undertone. I crawled to the right foot, and sniffed between Doug’s toes. He stared at me, looking kinda surprised, and nodded.

“Lookin’ good today, bro!” I said clasping Connor’s beefy shoulder in a bro-on-bro side hug. Connor was coated in sweat and so was his too-tight t-shirt.

I had just arrived at the neighborhood gym, and spotted my favorite high school jock buddy, Connor. He was getting his pump on at the bench press. Muscles rippled as he heaved hundreds of pounds into the air over and over again. Connor was a classic jock sports bro. Built like adonis with killer abs, thick muscular thighs, and an arm-back-chest combo that any mythological god would kill for. He was also a sweet boy, who laughed at everything and was always willing to help out with any problem I had.

Oh, and best of all, Connor had one of the biggest, meatiest, juiciest, pre-cum leaking, jock dongs a bottom like me could ask for. It was practically begging for attention 24/7. He was permanently half-chubbed, and it seemed like whenever he got excited about something (usually about sports and working out with his other jock bros) his cock twitched and throbbed in response. He never seemed to wear underwear! Which I always appreciated because it gave me enough opportunities to study him, and I came to the conclusion that his beautiful dick is probably around 8 inches. Perfect. And if he wore gray sweatpants, there would always be a pre-cum stain on the front. Every time I saw Connor, I imagined what his beefy pornstar cock would look like skull fucking me or sliding deep inside my tight, pink, juicy jock hole unleashing loads of cum deep inside my fit jock body.

Today, Connor was in the middle of his usual workout routine. And, like I said, was very sweaty as he hugged me back.

“Oh hey, Sam! I didn’t see you walk in. How are you?” Connor asked.

“Oh, I’m great Connor. But man you…you’re really putting in the work I see! So much muscle on you. Super pumped, huh? And you’re so fucking sweaty today. God…” I said, lowering my voice to sultry, slutty levels with each word I spoke as I immediately started groping his arms and chest, feeling the way he flexed in response. I even flicked one of his nipples as I caressed him and I watched as his juicy cock bounced in his shorts, a purring monster on the verge of waking.

But Connor didn’t even realize I was practically worshiping his body. He didn’t even notice how much his cock liked the praise, as he said “Thanks buddy! Gotta keep up the good work, you know.”

Ah, I should explain that. Connor is a fucking idiot. In fact, all of the jock bros in my school are idiots. Me, Connor, and the other dufus jocks are all 18 and graduating high school soon. Me though, I’m pretty intelligent. I’m well read and have a bright academic future. But I’m constantly surrounded by big, strong, stupid men with giant cocks. Perhaps all of the athletic prowess and insane testosterone levels needed to produce swaying, leaking cocks and full, bouncy balls meant that there weren’t enough resources dedicated to brain power beyond normal human functions. Either way, I found that all of these sexy jocks could not interpret innuendo or subtle hints, which meant I got to flirt, grope, and toy with them all I want under some ridiculous pretense or another. They’ll fucking go along with anything they’re so dumb. I learned with my older brother that if I push the right buttons, I can be on all fours with meaty jock dick lodged up my tight pink jock hole whenever I fucking wanted. But that’s a story for another time…

“Say, bro,” I said to Connor, still feeling up his perfect muscles and starting to circle his nipples, which are now hard as a rock and poking through his shirt. “You think I have a go on the bench press? All the other ones are full.” This time, I pinch his nipple and twist just enough that his cock flexes again and a spurt of pre-cum leaks out, staining his shorts.

“Ngh, ugh, oh yeah…oh yeah, of course bro! I’m such an asshole for hogging the bench up like that.” Connor grunted and moaned lightly, his eyes rolling in the back of his head for a moment when I pinched his beefy nipples. He even subconsciously thrusted his hips forward a little. But somehow, the sweet, sweet, stupid jock didn’t even notice his own body’s reactions to me revving him up.

“Aww, you’re so sweet, Connor!” I say, standing on my tippy-toes to kiss him on the cheek. Every dumb jock in here was too stupid to recognize how weird it was that a bud was standing on his toes to kiss a big, strong jock like a princess and his knight in shining armor. But it didn’t matter; everyone in the gym was too focused on their own gains and sweaty, pulsing cocks to pay us any mind.

“Here, let me help you take off these plates,” Connor says as he removes four 45 lb plates with expert ease. Jesus christ, he really was strong. I’m a 6-foot, fit, tight, muscular jock myself, who takes pride in improving my strength and overall fitness, but I’m practically a sissy bitch compared to this behemoth.

I get underneath the bar, ready to start my set. I looked up at Connor, who was dumbly staring bursa eskort off into space. His meaty cock was visibly throbbing and twitching in his shorts now, the pre-cum stain growing bigger.

“Uhh hey dummy,” I said playfully. “Coulda’ give me a hand?”

“Oh my gosh, Sam! I am so, so stupid! How did I not realize my best bro needs a spotter. Gosh I’m so dumb. Here let me help you bro!”

Connor rushed over to get behind me on the bench. In his eagerness to make up for his blunder, however, Connor stumbled and his meaty, sweaty, leaking jock crotch landed directly onto my face underneath the bar. His throbbing cock was starting to pitch a tent now, and the head of his godly penis landed directly in my face. I opened my mouth to take in his head for a moment and started sucking at it like a newborn baby dying of thirst. I inhaled deep through my nose and took in as much of his manly, clean sweaty musk as I could. My juicy jock pussy twitched and was practically begging to be fucked now. I squirmed a little as I lay there basically being smothered by Connor’s fat dick. I even had enough time to add my spit to the tip of his dick so that his gray shorts were even more stained.

“Huh? Connor? Where’d ya go buddy?”

I groaned as the seconds passed, overcome with the feeling of Connor’s cotton covered cock gently trying, without him knowing, trying to fuck my throat.

“Oh there ya are!” Connor said. Apparently my face disappearing for a moment meant I too disappeared. “Oh, whoops. I seem to have got my donkey dick stuck in your mouth when I tripped. Hah, I’m so clumsy. This big dick gets stuck in everything!”

Connor pulled away so I was gaping and drooling slightly out of the corner of my mouth. A strand of spit and juicy manly pre-cum connected my sweet lips to his fat cock and soaked shorts.

Okay, I thought. This is going to be easy.

“Okay Connor, I’m going to need you to spot me but…”

What is it, Sammy?” Connor asked, looking worried.

“Well, Connor, your big cock is practically cumming right now and staining your shorts! It’s too distracting for me to lift while I’m looking at those sweaty stained shorts! I’m going to need you to take them off.”

Connor looked down at his shorts with the expression that he just now realized he even had a lower half of his body, let alone a massive throbbing dick trying to escape its spit and pre-cum covered confines.

“Ha ha, oh yeah! Sorry, Sam, sometimes my fat cock gets too excited when I lift and I start leaking out loads and loads of pre-cum. My girlfriend hates it.”

Your girlfriend is an idiot, I thought. “That’s all fine and good, but take them off. Hurry! I don’t want to keep hogging up the bench from other bros in the gym.”

“You’re right!”

Was I? This is one of the laziest half-assed ideas I had ever thought of.

And as if I was a sexy gay fairy who put a magical spell on him, the dumb stud stripped out of his shorts, his meaty dick bouncing up and down from the motion. Pre-cum flinged from his perfect pink head and landed onto my lips. I hastily licked it up. It was salty with a sweet aftertaste.

Holy fuck. Connor’s jock dick wasn’t 8 inches at all. My meticulous calculations and observations were wrong. This dumb fuck was hung like a horse! I was off by at least 2 inches. I stared, for once dumb struck, at this perfect sight. Connor’s cock was perfectly fat throughout the length, a nice thick vein running along the top. It pulsed and throbbed and continued to leak a steady stream of shining clear liquid that connected from the slit of Connor’s massive cockhead to the gym floor. A perfect waterfall of manly jock pre-jizz. He was completely shaved, but his fat hanging balls had a light dusting of hair on them as they flexed and bounced at the new exposure of air. Connor didn’t seem to care at all that he was now bottom nude in a room full of other strong, straight jock men. All he knew was that he had to help his buddy Sam out and this was the way to do it.

I thanked the gay gods for this beautiful gift I was about to receive and started to my bench press, but I knew I didn’t have to do it for long.

“Come on, Sammy, you can do it! Pump! Pump! Fuck yeah, just like that. Up and down. Oh yeah, you look so good, buddy. That’s the way. Uh huh, yeah!” Connor kept up this incredibly horny encouragement as I finished my first set.

“Phew! That was a tough one. I’m not sure how much more I can do,” I say as Connor stood over me, his still-throbbing cock now directly above me. Fuck it, I thought, and scooted back a little so that his cock head was pointing directly above my face. I opened my mouth wide to take in that stream of pre-cum that was leaking from Connor’s dong. It was pure nectar, and my tight pink jock hole was starting to get jealous of my mouth. Don’t worry, buddy. You’ll get yours soon enough.

Connor had no idea what I was doing and imitated me, opening his mouth too, giggling, escort bayan “Hah ahhhh. You’re so silly Sam.”

“Okay, Connor!” I snapped my mouth shut and scooted back so he wouldn’t drown me with his own fluids. “Let’s get serious.”

Connor’s face went from stupidly boyish to very serious. “Hmph. Serious.” God he was so cute.

“I am really going to need your help on this set, okay. You’re probably going to have to be pretty close to me when you spot.”

“Got it Sam. You’re in good hands.” Connor smiled and gave me a thumbs up.

“Okay, stud. Let’s do this.”

On the first rep, I pretended to struggle. Obviously I could crush this weight no problem. But I had dick on the brain and this was the fastest way to a nice fat load in my warm boypussy. Connor reacted immediately and crouched down to help.

Two things happened at once. Connor’s cock hit my face and smeared his tasty juices all over me. And I opened my mouth to receive his cock. As Connor pulled the bar up and onto the rack, his cock left my mouth again. As he did this, I sneakily reached behind his knees with both hands and pressed forward so that Connor could buckle and shove his cock back into my mouth again. This time he lost all of his balance and the entire length of his horse cock slid down my throat. I’ve trained for years on massive dildos and then my brother’s cock (again, more on this another time) to know that my jock throat pussy could handle a beating. But even this almost threw me off. Connor was just so fucking big. But even still, I took his full 10+ inches into my throat like an expert until his fat sweaty balls were resting over my eyes and forehead.

“Oh, OH! Oh my god, Sam! I’m so sorry. My–nghh–cock is, oh fuck, is deep inside your throat! How could this–ugh, so warm–happen! I’m such a clumsy idiot. How does this keep happening to me?? Oh fuck, fuck fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuuuuuuck.”

With each “fuck” Connor subconsciously thrusted into my mouth, moaning gently through his worried running dialogue. His fat balls plap-plapped on my face each time he pulled out some only to slam it back down deep into my throat. I was in bottom heaven. Spit was forming in the corners of my mouth making his fat meaty jock dick even more sloppy and easier to fuck y face. Connor did not seem to realize he could simply stand up and take his dick out of my mouth. Instead, he gripped tight to the sides of the rack and kept casually fucking my face as he tried to figure out a solution. Meanwhile, I caressed Connor’s tree truck thighs with both of my hands.

“Ohhh my godddd, Sammy, what am I–oh fuck–going to do? Your pretty face is–mmm– being fucked by my massive horse cock! Fuck, fuck, fuck. You must be so pissed off at me. Look at you, you’re slobbering everywhere! Ugh, ugh, yeah that’s it. Every time I try to stand up your wet warm throat keeps pulling me back in! I don’t know how to stop!! What if you can’t breathe?? Your big bro will be so pissed at me if I suffocate you with my giant dick.”

Connor was panicking now, worried about my safety. But this meant that his subconscious thrusts turned into primal, needy pumps. He was full on fucking my pretty little jock bottom mouth. I opened my eyes to see what was happening above me. In between Connor’s ballsack slapping me in the face, I could see that he had lifted the bench bar with ease and tossed it aside. He was still rambling on like an idiot while still continuing to pump his cock into my throat pussy. On and on it went. Connor babbled about how sorry he was and how pissed I must be. (Oh yeah, Connor, sooo pissed.) He moaned and grunted porno-like phrases as if he was being possessed by some pervy porn actor. And his fat sweaty balls and meaty, thick, donkey dick kept pounding away. My throat was getting abused and the sloppy sounds of my pornstar mouth taking a pornstar worthy dick bounced off the walls for everyone to hear. This went on for 5 minutes.

Apart from not noticing that I had completely forced Connor to fuck my throat, Connor also didn’t realize that I was not panicking at all. In fact, I was moaning and scooping up the sloppy spit Connor’s fucking created to lube up my tight jock pussy. I had about three fingers in me and I was steadily fucking myself, getting ready for the main act. My boypussy flexed and squelched and gripped my fingers. My throbbing cock could barely handle the sensations from both ends.

Without pretense, I simply shoved Connor’s thighs so that he stumbled backwards and his cock released from my mouth with a loud wet pop.

“What the fuck Connor! You almost killed me with that fat cock of yours!”

Connor stared at me in shock. If I didn’t know Connor was an idiot, I would have thought he was staring at the complete mess he made of my face. Spit covered my face and my lips were swollen and red. But instead, it seemed Connor was merely surprised to see his little buddy was still alive.

“Oh my god, Sam! You’re not dead!”

“No, gorukle escort I’m not dead, dummy. But that was very dangerous! You were supposed to spot me, but instead you were fucking my mouth like a horny pervert!”

Connor’s eyes started to well up. He looked genuinely upset. “I am so, so, sorry bro. I betrayed your trust. I meant to spot you, but instead I failed. And now your mouth is all swollen and covered in spit and the smell of my sweaty dick and balls is all over your face!”

“Aww, hey, buddy… Con…” I quickly got up to comfort Connor. I hugged him tight and pressed my body into his throbbing dong. “Don’t worry about it bud, accidents happen.”

“Really?” Connor asked, looking down at me with his puppy dog brown eyes. “You’re not mad?”

“Of course I’m not mad, stud.” I said, once again rubbing his beefy chest and arms with one hand. I flicked at his nipples and squeezed his pecs. I gently laid my head on his shelf of a chest, listening to his heartbeat slow down knowing that I was safe and definitely not mad at him. With my other hand I began to slowly stroke his spit-soaked cock. It was still hard and throbbing, practically making my hand move with each twitch. The sounds and feels of my sloppy handjob didn’t seem to register with Connor. But he smiled and breathed a sigh of relief.

“Thank God. Just don’t tell your bro about this. Eric would have my head if he knew I couldn’t spot you on some pussy weight like that.”

“Your secret is safe with me, bud.” I said, massaging his muscles even more aggressively. We stood there for a few minutes. Connor is always content with standing in one place and not speaking for minutes at a time, so this wasn’t unusual. But I kept up the steady rhythm of my hand sliding up and down his massive meat. I could tell by his soft grunts and hips bucking forward into my hand, that Connor’s fat jock load was building in his balls.

From the outside, it might look weird to see two bros, one so much larger than the other but bros all the same, stand behind a bench rack while one of them gives the other a slutty handjob. But not in this town, not in this gym. Here, every jock was too stupid to realize this should not be happening in public, dead center in the middle of a gym. The sounds of big, muscular men grunting and moaning their way through their workouts filled the scene. I kept jerking Connor’s cock, pumping faster and faster as we stood there, when suddenly his cock twitched violently, and I knew it was coming.

“Ngh, wha–oh, oh, OH FUCK,” was all Connor could get out. Whether he was daydreaming or in a blank state of nothingness, the overwhelming feeling of tipping over the edge woke him from his reverie.

“Not so fast,” I said, quickly squatting down directly below Connor’s jock dick just in time to receive spurt after spurt of thick, creamy, brotein load. I looked like such a slut squatting there as Connor pumped out every ounce of jock cum he had in him. Ropes of cum spurted and arched directly into my wide open mouth. I was smiling as I took in all this fucking cum. It tasted so perfect; sweet and salty, like all perfect jock cum tastes. God, this dumb fucker is amazing, I thought to myself.

“Ohh, ugh, ohhh–fuckk yeah, take that load, bitch,” Connor groaned as I kept stroking his dick. If Connor wasn’t a fucking idiot, I might get suspicious that he knew what was happening here. He probably was just imagining his stuck up girlfriend getting her face painted instead. Fat chance. I know the last time she sucked his cock was months ago. Connor goes on and on with his bros about how she never puts out.

I leaned in a little closer to catch the last couple of ropes Connor’s fat cock shot out. His cock was still hard, standing just as straight as it did before he blew his load. Holy shit.

“You guys finished?” Another jock, Andy, approached our area and observed our predicament. I was still in my squatted position, my fit fat, bottom-jock ass pressing tight against my gym shorts. I was lightly pumping Connor’s throbbing meat when I looked over at Andy.

“Uhhh, oh? Oh–hey, Andy! Fuck bro, didn’t see you there!” Connor said, shaking his head to rid himself of the post-nut stupor.

“Uhh, what are you guys up to?” Andy asked looking from me to Connor and then to Connor’s leaking jock dong.

“Oh, uh, hmph–” Connor furrowed his brow and thought hard, trying to remember. “We are–“

“We are just finishing our bench sets, Andy!” I said cheerily. Andy looked at me and I winked. He responded with a dumb smile. I stopped pumping Connor’s cock and wiped some of his cum off my chick and sucked my finger, savoring the taste. Andy and I maintained eye contact. “The rack is all yours, stud.”

As I stood up, I stopped at Connor’s cock head and sucked the tip, trying to get as much from him as I could in the moment.

“Fuck yeah, thanks guys!” Andy said. “I need to get a good pump in.”

Andy had no clue what was happening here. I knew he was dumb, but Jesus I didn’t know it was that bad. Apparently there’s nothing strange about taking a fat load from a gym bro’s giant horse cock in the middle of a gym session. Andy’s shorts were sporting a heavy, leaking cock, just like Connor’s. My tight pink jock pussy twitched in excitement. So many fucking dumb, hung, jocks.

“Un coche blanco nos sigue desde el aeropuerto.” The heavy set, tall dark and well trained hired driver said to Ignis, looking at the white car in the rear glass of their van, constantly at their tail since they started their drive from Benito Juárez International Airport.

“No me preocuparía, nos lo tenían reservado pero hemos decidido ignorarlo.” Bru said to the driver from the front passenger seat, surprising the driver and making him laugh.

“You speak excellent Spanish, where did you learn from, huh hermano!” He spoke with Bru in Spanish.

“My brother back there is Spanish!” He pointed at the general direction of Ignis, who was looking out of the window, wearing his sunglasses with Way sleeping on his shoulder, his eyeglasses safely tucked in Ignis front shirt pocket. Jo was typing and constantly busy with her ipad.

“Which one?” The driver looked confused as he guessed Way and Bru were related. “Pensé que el gran hombre blanco estaba relacionado contigo.”

“Yes he is my blood brother but for me he is more like a husband to my Latino brother than my real brother.” Bru explained in Spanish, completely disregarding them being still followed.

“That cutie married that red head?” Driver shook his head in disappointment. “Relentless pursuit my friend, that’s the mantra of the oaf’s success with the cutie.” Bru spoke like a guru still continuing their conversation in Spanish.

“I understand about him, once you taste honey skin you can’t go back, but you could have done better cariño!” the driver said loudly to Ignis, making Bru laugh. “Eso es lo que seguí diciéndole.”

“Una vez que lo probé no quise nada más!” Ignis smiled and kissed Way’s nose and adjusted his head on his shoulder, Way mewed in his sleep and snuggled closer to Ignis.

“EWWW!” Both Bru and the driver pinched their nose and high-fived.

“What?” Jo looked up when the boys in the front started guffawing.

“These two said I could do better and I told them once I tasted this white chocolate, I didn’t want anything else.” Ignis explained, smiling.

“Eww from me too! But there is something cute about these Davis brothers!” Jo kissed Bru’s arm on the back of the front seat. “I would have high-fived too but my finger is heavy!” She showed off her four carat diamond engagement ring again to everyone for a hundredth time.

“That’s my lunch money for the next forty years.” Bru shrugged at the wide eyed driver and smiled.

****

Blue deeply gazed into brown eyes, Way smiled and kissed Ignis, as he sat cross-legged on the hotel bed and Ignis faced him, sitting on top of him. Ignis had wrapped his arms and legs around Way and rode his husband at a slow pace, as he de-stressed by feeling good from the stimulation, he rocked his hips back and forth, as he explored Way’s erogenous zones, in turn was stimulated by his husband with extremely slow movements.

He rested his head on Way’s shoulder, hugging him tightly. Way kissed his neck and moved slowly under him and asked, “You okay Baby!” Ignis bit his lower lip and came between them, Way held him tightly and came deep inside him. They sat in silence for long, Ignis sighed, “Now I am!” and cuddled closer, “I have got you baby, we are in this together, will face whatever comes at us.” Way promised.

***

The door knocked as Way was tying his shoelaces and Ignis was in the shower. He opened the door and there were six large goons, they looked ready for a fight and so was Way, sizing them and decided he will handle the first four and the other two will be put down by Ignis.

“El jefe quiere reunirse ahora.” The one in front of the door grumbled.

“English?” Way raised a brow.

“Mr. Castro? … Meet … Now… Boss First floor!” The goon took his time to explain.

“He bursa eskort is in the shower, we will be down whenever he is ready.” Way said dryly, shut the door and texted Jo.

Ignis came out, clean shaved, hair neatly tied in a bun and wearing only a white almost transparent underwear and the gold chain with the ‘W’ locket.

“What the fuck are you doing Davis?” Way mock yelled at him.

“What?” Ignis checked his face if he had missed a spot.

“You can’t be running around me, in a hotel room wearing only THAT!” Way grabbed Ignis dick and balls with his large hand over the sexy underwear and rubbed his beard over Ignis’s clean shaven face.

“Hmm! You noticed Doctor Davis!” he turned his face and kissed Way, getting hard in his hand, “Hmm! I love you Doc!” Ignis hugged Way to him as he got warped by large muscular arms.

“We are not going to their place, the Boss! Is here … on the first floor.” Way placed his chin on Ignis’ head, hugging him tighter and whispered as he started swaying their bodies in a familiar slow dance.

“Let’s get over this shit, then we can come back and make love!” Ignis said on his chest and kissed Way over his shirt and white summer jacket.

****

Jo and Bru met them at the elevator lobby and they rode to the 1st floor together. As they rounded left for the business centre where the new location of the meeting was, they were not shocked to see it crowded with bodyguards, all brutish and armed.

When they entered the conference room, it was almost dark with a man in an expensive black suit sitting at the centre of the long table surrounded with empty chairs, two men standing guard on either side of him.

“Is that him?” Way asked Ignis from the side of his mouth in a guarded whisper, Ignis nodded.

Way walked up to the man in steady strides, stood in front of him, adjusted his glasses and punched the Boss man on his face with controlled force knocking him off the chair and then knocked the guard next to him to the floor with his gigantic strength, as he kicked the other one to the flexi glass wall. Ignis, Bru and Jo walked hurriedly around them and watched the writhing men on the floor, the guard who was punched knocked off completely.

Ignis looked at the Boss-man, holding his bleeding jaw on the floor and smiled, “Hola padre!”

The door busted open and several men ran in, some of them raised their guns at the family. Mr. Castro raised himself in a sitting position, nursing his nose and jaw and stopped his men.

“That’s for hurting my husband!” Way spoke and side hugged Ignis to him.

“Good hook you have there, son! And congratulations to all of you, for the marriage and engagement.” Mr. Castro stood up unsteadily, a couple of men surrounded him, giving him tissues and others picked and tended to the two men on the floor.

“Don’t call me son, you asshole!” Way gritted through his teeth.

Jo smiled and looked at Bru at the opposite side of the table from her and messaged him,

Bunny’s Lion is angry today!

Bru controlled his laugh, he loved it when Jo supported his sense of humour. He nudged Ignis and showed him the message and the three exchanged looks and smiles and looked at Way, still eyeing Mr. Castro like he wasn’t done. Bru typed back,

No one hurts hooman!

“Let’s not show off your spy skills, Mr. Nicholas De ‘Silva!” Jo sat on the chair, all business and powered on her tab, smiling to herself at the image of an angry Way protecting an unperturbed Ignis.

“You see … I meant no harm … you guys have your phone and tabs and you are alive after the stunt Dr. Davis just pulled.” The men helped him out of his black suit jacket and he sat down.

“Ohh!!! escort bayan I didn’t know we were playing the threatening game, Mr. Austin Fray Williamson.” Jo mocked him with an over exaggerated gesture of epiphany.

“Then let me tell you … These people besides the six with you right now and the two on the floor, everyone else are associated with Mexico’s AML law office, you must know they are Federal officers for the Prevention and Identification of Transactions with Resources of Illicit Origin. All your four names, documents and proof of your crimes of money laundering and embezzlement, are being processed by the DEA and AML office.”

“Hey! Officer Luiz … you can take a seat please and thank you so much for coming here on such short notice.” She gestured at their driver and now friend and he smiled and sat on the chair next to Bru. The four goons and the two who are unconscious got surrounded with the officers and two stood guard at either side of Ignis’s biological father.

“Ignis, while looking for Marco, had reached you with the money trail and drug transactions and he was not only attending a wedding but actually meeting up with the DEA team, to enable the Mexico and the Central America Region combat the various regional drug trafficking organisations you are associated with. You attacked and kidnapped him before he could share the information to start the bilateral investigations. You will be thrilled to know that we have been working with the Mexican counterparts, DEA and U.S. interagency partnerships office and started offensive actions against your US and Mexico-based cartels.”

“Basically you are fucked!” Bru summarised the narrative.

“Four identities, three wives and seven children… what kind of a person are you?” Ignis looked straight in the eyes of the man whose real name was Mario Lopez.

“You always told me this is the most clichéd Latino name, maybe you drilled into me never to look for any Mario Lopez. You stole money, sold drugs and left families to fend for themselves. Ten years… ten years and Mama is still waiting for you… for YOU!” Ignis slapped his hand on the table, making Way instinctively move to the other side of the table and stand closer to him.

“I am ashamed to have carried your fake name for so long but one thing that came good out of you, is the work I do … I know you never thought I would be better than you?.. Huh…you never thought anyone was smarter than you!” Ignis smiled and leaned back, folding his hands on his chest, the Davis family move.

“Escúchame hijo, eres bueno en esto y estás desperdiciando tu talento.” Mario started to talk but was interrupted by Way.

“Speak in English, Motherfucker! You don’t get to talk to Ignis one to one!” He pointed a finger at Mario.

“Okay! Okay! You are good at this, Ignis, don’t waste your talent. I had completely forgotten about you till your name popped up as you trailed Marco. You are extraordinary and the move to marry an award winning white doctor is brilliant. If I only wanted to stop the investigation then it could have been really you in the car … that would have been so much easier! But I really wanted to see you.” He had the audacity to smile with his swollen lips and broken jaw.

Way got up to hit Mario again and was stopped by Ignis with a touch to his arm.

“Keep your white bodyguard in check! I may have lost everything but not the animal inside me!” Mario got up from his seat, his hands in fists.

“Yeah! You want to go another round with me… Mario Lopez!” Way sneered. “I will knock you on a part of your head and render you paralytic for life. Every time you shit your pants and wait for someone to come and clean you… you will repent gorukle escort the day you laid a finger on Ignis! So choose your words and actions very… very wisely!” Way got on Mario’s face.

Ignis looked at Way and realised he was looking at his husband, family, defender, bodyguard, love of his life and his red headed horny gringo lion. At that moment he realised how everyone was wrong … he was the lucky one in their marriage. He had won the relationship lottery.

“You know what Mario! I think we are just wasting Officer Luiz time with our family drama. You are not worth anything, emotionally and now in terms of power and money. The corpse in the car that you burnt for me, has been identified as Emiliano Castro. My father had come to meet me with important documents on Marco and was killed as I got kidnapped. This will finally give Mama and Jacinta closure. And for me … you were dead when I found out everything about you.”

Ignis tightened his hands around Way’s huge biceps, able to hold only half of it and started to move out of the room, with Jo and Bru following him, as the officers surrounded Mario.

“And by the way… you will be held in prison with most of the people you cheated and incarcerated … you have fun in prison.” Bru said before they left the room with a flying kiss.

****

“Fuck!” Jo let out a sigh as soon as they walked straight to Way and Ignis’s room and locked it.

“FUCK YA!” Bru celebrated and hugged and kissed Jo and then hugged Way and finally Ignis.

“Como estas, hermano?” He asked Ignis seriously. “Never … fucking … better! FUCK YA!” Ignis shouted and smiled ear to ear and they got in a group hug.

“Let’s get out of here now! I have chartered a plane with help from Hannah, let’s get off this land and then we celebrate!” Jo took Bru’s hand and left the room to pack. Bru murmured in her ear and she whispered back before entering their room, ” Lets be quick!”

“You are my superhero and I want you to fuck me right now!” Ignis commanded his husband as he took off his clothes.

“I am still very angry! I think we shouldn’t.” Way pressed his body tightly around Ignis and kissed him hotly, wrapping his beautiful husband with his large muscular body.

“Hmmm! Show me what you have got Doc!” Ignis got down on his knees, fished Way’s hard 8 inches from his jeans and sucked it in his throat.

Way got undressed quickly and laid Ignis down on the bed, grasping his knees and pushed the legs back toward Ignis’s chest as he inserted his dick in his tight channel. The more the legs got pushed back, the tighter Ignis felt on his cock. Ignis turned on the bed sideways while Way sat on his knee and fucked him sideways, keeping Ignis’s knees touching together wirh his palm pressed on Ignis thighs making him tighter, making the friction between them extremely pleasurable.

Ignis came with the friction of his penis between his thighs pressed together, he moaned and called Way repeatedly as he came. Way continued fucking Ignis for the next ten minutes,cuming in Ignis twice and frothing his cum as he made his husband cum again. He collapsed on a still moaning Ignis, panting and breathless.

“Fuck!” Way said between breaths and turned Ignis towards him and kissed him. “You okay Baby! I got a bit zoned out! Did I hurt you?” He kissed Ignis again.

“Hmm! Now carry me around… my legs are mushy and useless.” Ignis smiled fully, showing his beautiful teeth and raising his arms above his head and stretched like a cat.

“I will carry you around all our lives!” Way kissed him till both got breathless.

“Hmm! Now I am also senseless and blank! All I can think about is my husband hitting the daylights out of goons and then fucking me into a useless jellyfish.” Ignis shut his eyes and smiled, making snowangel moves on the bed.

Way got up and started packing their stuff, “You rest sweetie! I will pack, then I will clean you and dress you up. This bed needs to be turned over immediately after we leave and no one should use blacklight in here.” He kissed a smiling and nodding Ignis.

CRUISING I’d got whatever it was out of my system. I’d reset, it was a one off.

But at the back of my mind, I knew that it wasn’t.

“Sam, Sam, get up or you’ll be late for work” shouted a voice, it was dads voice, I opened my eyes to see dad standing in the doorway to my bedroom. dad was back from his nightshift, he was holding a cup of tea, and he was naked, he’d obviously stripped of his work gear and slung it all in the wash downstairs.

I was naked laying on top of the bed, and I had a morning hard on, my cock was throbbing, and my foreskin had rolled right back. Dad walked in and put the cup of tea down on my bed side cabinet, I looked across at his big cock hanging between his legs, I could smell the musky man smell of sweat and piss on it and my cock jerked of its own accord.

“Here you go Sam, drink this and have a shower, if you’re going to wank before you go to sleep at least wipe it up, its dried all over your chest mate,” he laughed, I partially sat up and could see my six pack and navel was covered with the white flecks of dried spunk from where I’d had to wank off last night.

“OK dad I’m up and about, shower and work,” I sleepily told him, perhaps it was my imagination, but his cock was starting to get hard.

“I’m off to bed so I’ll see you when you get back from work this evening, the sooner you start fucking on a regular basis the better, might stop you wanking so much,” he laughed and walked out of the room.

Dad was right, I needed to fuck. Twenty minutes later I jumped into the car to head to my dead-end job. I opened the glove compartment to find some chewing gum and the black latex dildo that the tradie had given me last night with the words, ” and you might need this to practice with,” fell out. I picked it up and slung it back into the glove compartment, I wouldn’t be using that.

I parked up for a break and remembered what dad had said about starting fucking on a regular basis, I knew just the girl and messaged her to see if she was around tonight. Kate was a nice girl, I’d seen her and fucked her a few times, to be honest most of the rugby club had fucked her, she wasn’t a slut she just liked rugby lads, cock and getting fucked, nothing wrong with that.

“Hey Kate, its Sam. You fancy meeting tonight for a drink and a f..k?” I sent the message.

A few minutes later she replied, “Forget the drink let’s just f..k, your house six pm? Got to be at work at seven,” she worked part time at a pub in town, so I guessed that it was going to be a fuck and go which suited me.

“See you for f..king at six then,” I replied, well that was easy, just what I needed to get rid of the thought of what had happened the night before.

I got home early, dad was sitting watching some rubbish on the television, I asked him, “You are going to work tonight, just that I’ve got somebody coming over later.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll be out of the way by five, who is it?” he asked.

“Just Kate,” I told him, dad had met her a few times before.

“Good for you son, see you do take my advice sometimes, give her one for me lad,” he laughed and disappeared to get ready for work while I had a shower and got changed.

Dad went out to work and Kate arrived dead on six, she was dressed to fuck, a tight white shirt knotted around her navel, she wasn’t wearing a bra, and I could see her dark red nipples poking through, a pair of cut off jeans shorts that seemed to be sprayed on her arse cheeks, little white socks and a pair of pumps, I think she was trying to tell me something. I hadn’t made much of an effort, after all it wasn’t like we were going out for a drink, so just a tight white tee shirt and a pair of jogging bottoms and white socks.

A token kiss on the cheeks and I said, “You’re looking good Kate.”

“Well thanks, you’re looking fit, get that tee shirt off, show me your muscles Sam,” she answered so I slowly peeled my shirt off over my head to show off my six pack, pumped up pecs and biceps and my dark nipples. She ran her hands up and over my torso and squeezed my nipples hard, I took a sharp intake of breath and was instantly back at the cruising spot and the tradie doing the same thing. Fuck, concentrate on what you’re doing Sam, and my hands found her nipples and our mouths locked, our tongues poking in and out of each other’s mouths.

I unbuttoned her shirt to let her tits free and lowered my head so I could suck her nipples forcing as much of her tit into my mouth as I could. Her hand was rubbing over my bulge and along the length of my hardening cock, at least that was still working. She undid the drawstring and pulled my joggers down and my cock sprung free, I wasn’t wearing any underwear, rock hard and precum already forming, “that’s what I want,” Kate said and dropped to her knees and took my cock in her mouth and starting bursa sınırsız escort licking and sucking it taking more and more of it down her throat until she’d taken my full length, I had another flashback of me sucking the tradies cock.

She was stroking my hairless balls and one of her fingers was tapping my arse pucker as I fucked her throat, she eventually pushed me off and I stepped out of my joggers and she undid her jean shorts and let them fall to the floor and we went through to the lounge, she flopped onto the sofa with her legs wide open, her little white panties were already showing a wet patch at the crotch, inviting me in, so I dropped to my knees and ran a finger along her wet slit and pulled her panties to one side so I could see her fanny. Despite all the cock she’d had in there her lips were still pert and closed up, no flabby labbie here. I leant forward to lick her wet slit and could smell her fresh fanny juice, another flashback of the tradies musky arsehole.

I held her fanny outer lips open so I could get my face in, using my tongue to lick and prob her fuckhole, her little red clit was hard, so I kissed and lashed it with my tongue before sucking and nipping it, her juices were dripping out of her cunt, and I was happily drinking them up. She needed cock, I was right as she grunted, “get it in me, fuck me Sam,” I stood up, pulling her open legs into the air and to the edge of the sofa so her fanny was the right height for me to enter, she flipped her legs over my shoulders, so her arse was suspended off of the couch and I lined my hard cock up with the entrance to her wet cunt and pushed my way into her. I wasn’t rough or gentle but entered her in one long push, she sighed as I started to fuck her, her eyes were closed, and she had grabbed hold of her nipples and was gently milking them.

As I withdrew my cock, I’d rub the juiced up glan over her clit, tapping it with my cockhead before entering her hole again. Fucking was so much better than wanking, the hole length of the cock shaft would be gripped and milked by a warm wet hole rather than a hand. I started to fuck her hard, I needed to cum, I wanted to see her face painted with my jizz, I managed to say, “Going to cum,” pulled out, dropped her off my shoulders so my cock was level with her face and shot three spurts of my spunk all over her face coating her nicely. Another flashback of my face coated with men’s spunk, I hadn’t finished, I stood back trying to stop my cum from firing off and managed to spunk up the rest of my balls over her wet open cunt. Always the gentleman I pushed two fingers into her wet spunk covered hole and fingered her using my thumb to stimulate her clit until she moaned, grabbed hole of my wrist and climaxed, her legs shaking and her cunt gripping my fingers tightly.

I needed that; I was back to normal. I helped her up, she went to kiss me, but her face was covered in my spunk, so I pulled away, she just laughed and said, “Don’t worry Sam, it won’t make you gay tasting cum,” I smiled and showed her where the bathroom was. She came back downstairs her face free of spunk, we kissed, “you’re a great lad Sam but you seemed to be just going through the motions tonight, still a good fuck though,” Kate said. In, fucked and on her way to work in thirty five minutes.

Well, that was that, cracked open a beer and flashed up my laptop and tried to play some online games but I really wasn’t concentrating, I knew what I wanted to look at and tapped into the search engine, “gay anal” The screen came up with thousands of links, most to porn sights that seemed to feature giant cocks being rammed into tight arseholes, it looked fucking painful. I re-entered, ” anal sex first time,” I didn’t specify a gender as I thought that a cock in a woman’s or man’s arse must be about the same.

I spent the next two hours reading all about taking a cock in your arse for the first time, how to prepare, how to practice, the best positions for comfort and maximum penetration and the difference between a man taking cock up his arse compared to a women having anal sex, it’s all to do with the prostate gland apparently.

It was late by the time I finished my homework on anal sex, my cock had been hard the more I’d been watching and researching about taking cock up an arse, I lay on the bed, grabbed hold of my cock and wanked myself off, shooting another big load, spraying my spunk all over my chest.

At work they put me on a new delivery round, the normal driver was off sick, luckily all the vans had sat nav and it was only a small delivery round, well compared to my normal round anyway, and the last delivery was to an industrial unit. I parked up outside and rang the bell on the office door, The windows had all been covered up so I couldn’t see if there bursa merkez escort was anybody in there, I waited but nobody came so I saw that the small access door by the side of the big up and over door was open, I walked through into a big warehouse full of boxes and shouted, “Grocery delivery, anybody here?”

“Coming,” answered a woman’s voice and an older woman appeared from between the stowage racks, “sorry love, I’ll open the office door if you could bring the delivery in there,” and she disappeared. She was a beautiful looking MILF, and my cock twitched just at the thought of fucking her. I have been hit on when out on deliveries before but never actually done anything, as much as I hate my job, I can’t afford to lose it by getting reported for fucking the customers.

I pulled the delivery boxes out of the van and the office door opened and I carried the boxes into the office, it was more like a showroom that an office, a showroom full of sex toys. “Sorry love, just put them down there, leave the rest outside and I’ll get them if you’re embarrassed,”

I shook my head and said, “no, it’s OK, I’ll bring them in,” I couldn’t take my eyes off what was on show.

“Have a look around love, sure that you’ve seen some of it before,” she laughed.

I’d seen dildos, butt plugs and some of the bondage gear on porn films but not some of what was on show, I had to ask her, “You sell all of this?”

“Of course, I don’t just keep it for my own use love, we are wholesale suppliers, anything take your fancy?” she asked.

Well, I didn’t know her, probably never see her again so thought well why not and said, “my girlfriend and I want to try anal sex for the first time, not sure how to start though,” I could feel myself starting to blush.

She grinned at me; I wondered if she knew that it was me that wanted to be on the receiving end.

“Let’s see if I can help a nice lad like you out then, shall we? Wait there love, I’ll see what I can find,” and she disappeared into the warehouse and then a few minutes later can back into the office carrying a box, “here you go love, just what you need for anal,” and piled the contents of the box on the table. “Lube, always use plenty of lube, a douche nozzle,” she said and held up a stainless steel tube with holes in it.

“What’s that for?” I asked.

“Love, you are naive aren’t you. Its to wash everything out before you start, you screw it on a shower hole and shove it up your arse, sorry love your girlfriends arse,” she said and looked at me, I blushed even more, “or you can use this,” and held up a black rubber bulb with a plastic tube with holes in it screwed onto the bulb, “it’s a douche bulb, fill it with water, shove it where the sun don’t shine and squeeze,” she laughed.

“Oh right, get it,” I said.

She carried on, “Now if your arse is virgin arse, there I go again I mean if your girlfriends arse is a virgin arse you’ll need to take it easy and stretch it before ramming a cock up there, train it to relax and take cock so use a set of these, anal trainer butt plugs,” and she showed me a set of three butt plugs, I’d seen these before on one of the films I was looking at last night so knew what they were for, “start with a small one and move to a bigger one as your arsehole gets used to it, I mean her arsehole gets used to it, you can wear them during the day to keep your hole stretched open, Finally, you’ll want this,” and she bent down and picked up a giant dildo off of the floor and slapped it on the table where it wobbled obscenely from side to side. It was huge, over a foot long and must have been at least eight inches in diameter, it was covered with thick carved veins along its length ending in a cockhead that even had a coronal ridge.

I looked at her and said, “You are joking?”

“Don’t think you or your girlfriend is ready for this yet, some people must use them as I sell them, more for fetish use, I think. Try this for size,” she laughed and pulled another dildo out of the box, it was much smaller than the monster dildo, which was still wobbling on the table, I realised that it looked about the same size as my dad’s cock. “I’ll throw this is as well,” and she opened a draw and pulled out a pamphlet with the title, “A Beginners Guide to Anal Sex.”

“Err right, how much is all this going to cost, I’ve forgotten to bring my wallet with me” I asked, didn’t matter if I had brought my wallet with me as I couldn’t afford all of this.

“Look love, I’ve got boxes and boxes of gear in the warehouse, these are returns so you can have them for nothing,” she said.

“I can’t, I really can’t,” I protested.

“You can and will, it would only get junked eventually,” she insisted.

“Hope that you’ll enjoy using all of this, you’ve got a whole new experience bursa escort bayan of anal sex ahead of you, oh, and your girlfriend of course. Come back and tell me how it went,” she told me with a smile on her face,

I got back to the van; did she think that I was queer? I looked at the box full of sex toys on the passenger seat, fuck, what had I got into, was I going to go through with it?

Back at the work yard I managed to sneak the box of sex toys into my car and headed home, dad was out at work, so I dumped the toys on my bed, opened a beer and sat down and read the pamphlet, it was an eye opener. Later that night I was laying on my bed with the smallest butt plug wedged in my arsehole, my hole was stinging after the workout it had just had, and this was only the smallest plug, another two to go and only seven days until Wednesday, that was if I went through with it.

A week later I drove into the carpark at seven o’clock and pulled up beside the blue van, got out of my car and jumped into the passenger side seat

“Hello mate, back for more?” the tradie asked. I very nearly didn’t come back although perhaps I was just trying to kid myself especially after what I’d, or to be more accurate my arsehole had, gone through over the last seven days. I’d learnt how to douche, not a nice experience especially the first time, luckily the shower at home was only low pressure otherwise I could have done myself some serious damage with the douche nozzle, but it seemed almost second nature to me now. Then there was the butt plugs, even with plenty of lube, it was a tight squeeze, and my ring piece didn’t know what had hit it the first time but had got used to being stretched open. I even went to work with a butt plug jammed up my hole, only managed to last a couple of hours before I had to find a discreet layby and drop my trousers and pants and pull it out but by the end of the week, I could keep the big plug in all the time I was at work, I don’t think that anybody noticed that I might have been walking oddly but now I wanted the real thing.

“Looks like it, oh and this is yours,” I opened up my small rucksack, I’d taken his advice and made up a small cruising kit, and pulled the dildo that he’d given me out and gave it back to him, “don’t worry its clean, I haven’t used it.”

“So, you don’t want to get fucked then mate?” he asked, he looked disappointed, “and I thought you were a taker,” he laughed, “course its up to you if you don’t want to take cock.”

I smiled and said, “I didn’t say that did I?”

“So, you’re up for it then mate?” the tradie asked, I looked at him and nodded, “right then mate, buckle up, we’re off for a short drive,” and he started the van and drove out of the carpark and down the road.

About a mile down the road, he stopped in front of a five bar gate that closed off a track from the main road, “Its locked,” I said.

The tradie smiled and pulled a key out of his work shorts pockets, “I know the forest ranger, I let him suck my cock so get out and open the gate, will you?”

I did, swung the gate clear and he drove the van through, “just close it and slip the padlock through, don’t lock it,” he said, so I did, got back in the van and we drove down the track reaching a small carpark, obviously for forest vehicles, he parked the van and turned off the engine. “This place is off the beaten track, so we won’t get disturbed, you ready mate?” he asked.

My nerves had gone, I wanted to see what he had planned for me and for my arse, so I said, “Definitely up for it mate, let’s do it.” and we both got out of the van. I watched as the tradie stripped down to just his underwear, this time a pair of red boxer briefs that showed off his bulge and his hard arse muscles, and his work boots. I did the same thing, I was just wearing a white jockstrap, it was one that I used when playing rugby, so it wasn’t exactually pristine white, and my trainers.

The tradie looked, “that’s much better mate, better than your novelty underwear that you had on last time, the jock keeps your cock and balls out of the way and means your arsehole is easy to get to,” he said with a smile on his face and he opened the back door of the van and picked up a couple of dustsheets and then opened the driver’s door and picked up a bottle of lube, “we’ll need this won’t we?” he asked. I nodded.

Two men wearing just their underwear walking down a forest path as if it was perfectly normal, and we emerged into a clearing, a picnic table, a couple of benches and three men standing there in just their underwear as well, floodlit by the moon. This was it; I was going to get fucked up the arse.

The first one in the lineup was a lad, probably about the same age as me, taller than me but then most people were, dark haired and a very defined hairless body, he was standing there in just a pair of white CK briefs and I could see the outline of his cock through them, he was like a greyhound, all cock and ribs.

Next to him was a brute of a man, all muscles, in fact he seemed to have muscles on his muscles, hairy body, shaved head and had a huge cock bulge showing through his tight boxer briefs, they were so tight that they disappeared up his arse crack.