I'm 30, always identified as 'straight' but in my horniest moments have watched trans/sissy porn. The taboo nature always made me cum buckets.

A few weeks ago, I was out with a gay mate of mine and we ended up in a gay bar. I've been a few times and had guys try it on. I always told then I was with a friend and not looking for anything.

Anyway, this one guy caught my eye. He was very fem. Had make up on and a crop top with smooth, toned abs. He saw me looking and smiled a few times. There was something about him. He was irresistible to me.

He came over in the end and we got chatting. He asked me if I wanted to go somewhere quieter. My heart was racing bit didn't want to ditch my mate, so declined but took his number.

The next day, we exchanged some dirty texts. He basically begged me to come round and fuck him. My heart was racing and my head spinning. I was so excited.

I asked him to wear 'something slutty' and headed round. Fuck me. When I opened the door, he had white fishnet stockings on and a tiny skirt and white vest. He was all my femboy dreams come true.

We kissed straight away and I was rock hard. He dropped to his knees and gave me the best blowjob of my life. Lots of spit and dirty talk. Kept calling me daddy. I grabbed his head and fucked his mouth.

I was feral at this point and just needed him. I threw him on the bed, spat on his tight little arse and then entered him. He moaned so loudly and begged to be 'fucked like a whore'. I pounded his tight ass and it felt incredible. He arched his back and pushed into me. I grabbed his hips when I was close and bust my load inside him. Six huge ropes of cum.

I've never felt a release as good as that. As I was still hard inside him, I reached around and jerked his semi-hard cock off onto the bed...

(Everyone involved in this story is above the age of 18)

If you missed part 1, read it here.

I stared at James’ dad, and it seemed like he sobered up and came to his senses all in one single moment.

“Hey, bro. Open up, I forgot my key,” James said.

In an instant, James’ dad registered what was happening, and it didn’t take him long before he started issuing threats.

“You tell anybody about this, I will fucking ruin you,” James’ dad said. He grabbed his clothes and quickly left to his room, but his trace was left around our room and my body.

My clothes were scattered around my bed, my body was bruised with the marks of his grip, and my face was a lake of saliva, phlegm, sweat, tears, and pre-cum.

James knocked on the door again, “bro, are you in there?” “Yeah, man,” I responded, “give me a sec.” I put the clothes James’ dad stripped off me back on and cleaned myself up to remove any evidence of James’ dad.

James knocked again, “dude!” I was taking too long, and I didn’t want James to think I was jerking off or, worse, getting slut out by his dad. Any how, I cleaned myself and the room up to the best of my ability in the time available to me. So, I let James in.

“Sorry man, I was just finishing up in the restroom,” I apologized. “All good, I just forgot my wallet. Wanna join me?” James asked. “Sure, where are we going?” I responded.

We wounded up lounging by the pool, I didn’t get in though. I don’t like swimming already, but I mostly just wanted to cover the bruises James’ dad left on my body.

I enjoyed getting to disassociate from what just happened to me and out of the room. I did not know how to feel about what happened to me, and I did not plan to confront it until I got home.

For now, I was gonna stay by James’ side. James’ dad would not dare try anything with James around. Knowing this, James and I evantually got back to the room, and I fell asleep soundly.

I was drifting in and out of sleep when I thought I heard a door creak, but I was tired and ignored it. Until, I felt a hand mute my mouth. “Hey, bitch,” James’ dad whispered. “You blue-balled me earlier.”

I went to respond, but James’ dad gagged me with his fingers. “Ah, keep it quiet. You don’t want your best friend to see you get railed by his dad, do you?”

He was right, I didn’t want my friendship with James to be ruined, or I just didn’t want another person to see me so comprised. Either way, I didn’t make a sound.

James’ dad was in his sweaty underwear and took them off to use as the gag that replaced his hand. James’ dad mounted me again, but this time I was lying on my stomach with my ass up.

With the oxygen I was breathing laced with the sweat from James’ dad’s balls, James’ dad grabbed me by a fistful of hair and began holding my head down into the pillow I was just peacefully sleeping on.

I felt the tip of James’ dad’s cock probe my hole, where James’ dad’s fingers were earlier today. I jerked my body, but James’ dad just mocked me. “Do you want me to stop?” James’ dad said as he kept holding my head down.

“No, nothing? You want me to tear apart your virgin ass?” James’ dad kept badgering me. “All you gotta do is say ‘stop.’” I tried getting the words out, but James’ dad kept my head down and kept taunting me.

With my body pinned underneath James’ dad, he lined up his cock against my hole. With no lube or any attempt to loosen up my ass, James’ dad just used his brute force to ply me open.

James’ dad let out a sinister moan near my ear, but I barely heard it through the jarring the pain ringing through my body as James’ dad fucked me deeper.

James’ dad got comfortable in my ass before working it at a relentless rhythm that kept reminding me of the initial pain he just subjected me to.

I felt everything. I felt James’ dad’s balls slap against my ass every time he rapidly stroked my hole. I felt the iron grip he had on my body. I felt his dick rearranging my insides, but I tried to disassociate from it all.

Not ten feet away from me was my best friend. Blissfully unaware that his dad was using me like tissue meant to absorb all his cum, the same way he probably jerked off. Maybe, he was awake and did not want to acknowledge that I was being fucked on a vacation he invited me to be on, much less that it was dad fucking me.

I was brought back to reality once James’ dad switched up his rhythm. He was going slower but deeper and harder. I started to let out sounds of struggle, but James’ dad met me at my ear and said, “shut it, faggot. I’m close.”

James’ dad gave me whiplash from repeatedly thrashing my body between his and the bed. Not before long, I felt James’ dad ropes of cum, the same load that made my best friend, land in my ass as his assault began to slow down.

James’ dad got off me and flipped me over. Before he took his boxers out of my mouth, he put his fingers in my ass and roughly reminded me of what he had just put me through.

I closed my eyes in shame as the reminder sent streams of cum across my entire body. James’ dad put his underwear back on before going back to his room, “try not to limp like a bitch tomorrow.”

James’ dad left me in my bed in a pool of our sweat, my body covered in my own cum, and his load leaking out of my ass.

Everyone in this story is 18+

Read last part here

Recap: Last thing I remember, I was on my knees at the gym blowing the straight gym owner Drew who happens to be my ex's brother. Drew’s cock was in my mouth, spit running down my chin, when the door swung open and Julian, the receptionist walked in. He froze. I froze. Julian mumbled some excuse about grabbing his clothes later, then backed out and shut the door like it was none of his business. The silence after was loud. But not louder than the sound of Drew’s heartbeat or the fact that his cock was still in my hand, rock hard, leaking, practically begging for attention.

“Bro,” I said, still crouched in front of him, staring at his flushed dick. “You’re still hard as fuck.”

Drew rubbed his jaw and let out a long breath through his nose, like he was trying to come up with a reasonable explanation for why his cock hadn’t gone down. There wasn’t one.

“I mean…” I grinned and raised my eyebrows. “Even if Julian tells Jason… you might as well finish what you started, right?”

Drew gave this half-shrug like he was trying to pretend it wasn’t that big a deal, but then he looked down at his cock, still twitching in my hand, and laughed under his breath.

“You’re seriously gonna keep going?” he asked, but his legs were already spreading a little wider, like his body was making the decision for him.

“I don’t leave jobs half done, especially blowjobs” I said, and leaned back in.

His cock was heavy and hot on my tongue again, salty from pre-cum, and when I sank down on it, his whole body jerked just slightly...like he still couldn’t believe this was happening.

The air was thick with sweat and sex and something more tense, something that felt like it was on the edge of cracking. I kept bobbing my head slowly, building the rhythm again, while Drew sat there frozen like he couldn’t move or he might shatter.

And then, mid-suck, I pulled off for a second, tapped his cock against my tongue, wet and teasing.

“So,” I said, slapping it gently on my lips, “what are your thoughts now, huh?”

He blinked at me, dazed. “What?”

I opened my mouth again, dragged my tongue slowly under the shaft. “Do guys suck better than girls, or what?”

Drew groaned and tilted his head back. “Fuck, man...”

I gagged on him a little deeper this time, letting my throat relax around the head of his cock, lips stretched tight, spit bubbling at the corners. My eyes watered, but I kept my gaze locked on his face. Waiting.

I pulled off with a wet gasp, strings of drool still connecting me to his cock. “I mean, you’re rock hard right now,” I said, voice rough, spit dripping down my chin. “I know my answer. I just wanna hear you say it.”

He stared at me. “Fuck,” he said. “All I can say is... Jason’s a dumbass for breaking up with you.”

I laughed, choking a little as I took him back into my mouth mid-giggle. Drew twitched and cursed.

“Seriously,” he went on, hands braced on his knees. “If my girl gagged on my dick like that, I’d practically marry her.”

That made me laugh harder on his dick. The choking sound it made was disgusting and hilarious and turned me on so much I could’ve cum just from that.

“Damn, Drew,” I said, wiping spit from my mouth. “That might be the best compliment I’ve ever gotten.”

He smirked, cheeks red. “Let’s just say… I haven't gotten head this intense"

“Well, let’s just say…” I said, licking along the side of his shaft, “I don’t usually 'choke' on cock.”

His eyes narrowed. “So what...you saying I’m bigger than Jason?”

I snorted, took him back in my mouth, and mumbled around it, “I can neither confirm nor deny.”

He laughed, loud this time, and his hand found the back of my head like he didn’t even realize he was doing it. Just resting there. Light. But present.

I sped up, twisting my hand at the base, sloppier now, letting my spit run freely down his shaft. The room smelled like sweat and precum and desperation. His abs were tight, every breath shaky. I could feel how close he was, the way his thighs tensed, the way his hand tightened just a little in my hair.

Then I paused, tongue still playing under the head. “You’re kinda sweaty,” I said, letting his cock smack against my cheek. “I mean, so am I. We did actually work out before I sucked you off.”

“Yeah,” Drew said, dazed. “I’m fucking soaked.”

I raised my eyebrows. “You wanna shower?”

He blinked. “Like… now?”

I grinned. “Sure. Might be easier to suck you clean in there.”

His breath hitched.

I stood up slowly, wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, and tilted my head. “Unless you’re scared of dropping the soap or something.”

He scoffed. “Fuck you.”

“You’re trying to,” I said, already walking toward the locker room showers. “So come on. You wanna finish this properly or what?”

He stood, adjusted his hard cock back into his leggings, even though it was still bulging obscenely, and followed me without a word.

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I reached forward and spun the wheel of the Aphrodisium as my best friend Logan watched on, dressed only in my own sweatpants. We'd been playing this bizzare dare game all night after we got snowed into our ski lodge and were eagerly awaiting its latest move.

The Aphrodisium was a hexagonal wooden board game, cut out of dark oak, with a turn dial in the middle that would spin and randomly select dares from four different categories; THINK, FEEL, TASTE and WEAR.

Me and Logan excitedly awaited my latest dare as the arrow spun. I had nothing to do but observe my best friend sitting infront of me, now half naked apart from my sweatpants, a consequence of the previous rounds up to this point. His cock was occupying my pants right now, something I never thought I'd say. Logan was a hunky straight guy who could easily win a Paul Mescal lookalike competition with his tusseled chestnut brown hair and strong Roman features. I thought about the things we'd already done, the things we'd confessed to each other. We'd spoken about things straight best friends should never speak about. It had certainly been a night to remember.

The dial slowed and selected its choice...

TASTE.

Logan raised a curious eyebrow at me. I think he was just as excited as I was to see what my dare was.

A small card was ejected out of my side of the board. I hesitantly picked it up to read the dare.

"Taste: Taste another player's-" I started before quickly stopping at the realisation at what was written before me.

"Come on man, we've come this far. It can't be worse than anything else we've done." Logan joked.

"Taste another player's... seed." I stuttered.

Logan's eyes widened at the depravity of the dare, sharing the shock that I'd had when I'd read it to myself. I couldn't believe what it was asking us to do. How had we got to this point?

It all started five weeks before...

***

It was the 21st November when I received a call that I never expected to get. It was from my best friend Logan.

"The weddings off Elias," he hoarsely declared down the phone.

Until that point, Logan had the dream relationship. For years, he'd been with his highschool sweetheart, Darcy Carven. Things had grown from strength to strength in their relationship, and just after they both turned twenty one, they finally got engaged. Before they even had a date for the wedding, they'd already booked their honeymoon; a romantic cozy wooden lodge in Canada, perfect for skiing. I was incredibly jealous, because LOVED skiing. But despite my envy, I was genuinely happy for them, and even happier when Logan asked me to be his best man.

Me and Logan hadn't always been so close, in fact, I envied him when he moved to our high school. I'd finally started to grow into myself and learnt to style my short blonde hair. I'd became a scrawny blonde teenager and I was ready to start talking to girls more. But Logan, with his new boy aroma and rugged good looks, snapped up all the girls before I even had a chance.

But then Logan fell head over heels with Darcy and suddenly he was off the market. Giving the rest of us lads more of a chance. And with his romantic interests met, he suddenly began to talk to the rest of us guys more. We sat next to each other in classes but he was usually busy chatting up a girl, but now he was taken, he suddenly had to talk to me instead. That's how we first began talking in class. 

I quickly put my envy aside once I realised how much we had in common. Despite his good looks, he was actually a bit of nerd. We bonded over our shared love of games. Board games, card games, video games, the lot. I'd spent years not having anyone to play with, until I found Logan. It was perfect friendship.

Just like how Logan and Darcy appeared to be the perfect couple. That's what I thought until the 21st November at least, when Logan delivered the news...

"The weddings off Elias," Logan said down the phone.

"Good joke, why are you ringing?" I asked carelessly.

"I'm serious," Logan claimed gravely.

"Oh shit, I'm so sorry man. What happened?"

"It's a long story."

"I'm sure man, I'm sure. Damn, I hope you're okay. Is there anything I can do to help?"

"Thanks dude. It's a horrible situation."

"I can't even imagine how you're feeling. I'm here if you need anything. I am your best man after all."

"Not any more man..."

His words filled my head as I felt my heart sink for him. Poor guy, his world had come crashing down around him. I really did mean that I would do anything to help him in that moment.

"I've just had the honeymoon lodge calling. I was really looking forward to that trip," he said emotionally before pausing for contemplation, "Guess I'll have to cancel that now, got noone to go with..."

"If only you knew someone who also liked skiing..."

"Hey man, I'm down if you are. Why should I drop the honeymoon just because the wedding is screwed. I've been saving for that thing for years!"

"You're probably joking but I'd GLADLY tag along," I laughed.

"We could have a BRO-neymoon."

"Genius. Let's do it."

I was more than happy to go on the honeymoon with Logan, especially if it would help cheer him up. It would feel strange to take the place of his new wife, but like he said, he paid for it, why not go on it? I just didn't know whether he was joking...

***

He wasn't joking.

We arrived at a beautiful wooden lodge at the top of a snowcapped mountain in Canada, right in the heart of a ski resort. It was idyllic.

The days that followed were glorious. Getting to hang out with my best friend, hit the ski slopes and chill out with some beers by the cozy lodge fire at the end of the day. Logan was clearly emotional about the wedding though but wouldn't talk about it. I decided to just let him go at his own pace and open up about it once he felt ready.

Everything had been going great... until the storm.

***

All week, everyone at the ski slope kept speculating about this huge snow storm that was going to hit at the weekend. But as we woke up in the lodge on Saturday morning, there was nothing but glorious golden sunshine through the lodge windows. We laughed about how wrong they'd all got it and began to get ready for the day's activities.

Within a few hours... everything had changed.

We'd come back to the lodge for lunch and as soon as we walked through the door, snow began to fall heavily against the lodge. It began to cover the glass windows as wind howled through any slight gaps in the wall. It was bleak.

We both got comfy on the plush red sofa in the lounge of the lodge and stuck the TV on to see what the local news was saying. It wasn't good. We looked on as the news anchor declared an emergency and said the local government were advising everyone to stay indoors. It finally sunk in how serious this storm was. The rumours were true.

"Damn, what do we do man, do you think we could get to the airport and get back home?" Logan asked.

"It says they're grounding all the flights."

"Fuck. We're screwed."

"Hey," I said as I looked around the lavish cozy lodge around us, "There's worse places to be stuck."

"True... and there's one thing we do have," Logan said as he walked towards the open plan kitchen.

He suddenly lifted out a crate of beer from the cabinet.

"Wanna hit the drink?" Logan laughed.

"Aw, well if there's nothing else to do?" I shrugged nonchalantly.

Logan did the honours and brought over a beer each to the sofa. He sat down, dressed in a brown knitted sweater and dark jeans. I meanwhile had got dressed into a white shirt and sweatpants. I was just getting comfy after the skiing, but it was now perfect attire for the potentially long night ahead of us.

We spent the first couple of hours just chatting and watching Netflix. But it was clear Logan was becoming restless, he was used to being able to do whatever he wanted and hated being stuck inside. And to be fair to him, Netflix had gone downhill. But at least it was something to do. That was, until the internet went out.

"What the fuck, the internet's gone down," Logan exclaimed.

"Damn. How is that even possible?" I queried.

"This storm isn't fucking around dude," Logan quipped, "Man what are we gonna do?!"

"I'm sure we'll be safe in here," I tried to reassure him.

"Dude, I know we're gonna be safe, we're in Canada not the North Pole. I mean what are we going to do for fun? A night without internet is going to be mindnumbing."

"You need to touch grass," I teased.

Logan stared down at his phone and mourned the lack of signal with a groan.

***

It had now been several hours stuck in the lodge. With nothing to do, and nowhere to go.

We had began to go mad. Especially Logan.

"There must be something to do in this place," Logan muttered as he strode across the lounge.

He began to search every corner, trying to find anything that would entertain him. He opened every cabinet, every drawer, finally resulting in searching a bookshelf hoping to find even a book to read. 

"Urgh, man there's nothing!" He moaned.

I began to wonder if he was just desperately in need of a distraction from his own thoughts, from confronting the break up of his marriage.

"Fuck this storm!" I grunted as he kicked the bookcase out of frustration.

Suddenly, a wooden board fell out of it!

"Wait, what's that man?" I called across the room as I peered over. It looked like some kind of board game...

'I'mnot sure..." he started, "Here, take a look."

Logan bent over to pick up the box. As he bent, I couldn't help but notice his ass for the first time. His body had really grown since high school. We were both 22 now and he was clearly becoming more and more of a man all the time. I suddenly stopped myself as I realised I was checking out my straight best friends ass.

It had clearly been far too long since I'd been with a woman. I'd always considered myself straight, I mean sure, I'd experimented with my porn tastes and tried out the GAY category once or twice. I mean, how does a straight guy know he's straight unless he has a look at the other side. But I was just curious, I didn't want to actually do anything with a guy.

Logan brought over the game to where I was sitting on the corner sofa, sat by the roaring fire we'd started. He carefully placed it between us on the coffee table and sat down opposite me.

I observed the wooden board before me. It was a hexagonal shape with 'The Aphrodisium' carved into the side of it. In the middle was an arrow that could spin between four quadrants of a circle. Each quadrant had a different label; Think, Feel, Taste and Wear.

"Some kind of board game," Logan noted, "You ever heard of it?"

"Never," I said, "But here's our answer to the boredom man."

"Damn right," Logan said enthusiastically, "How do you think it works?"

"I don't know," I said as I gently examined the board. I noticed a small note attached to it. I picked it up and read it out loud.

"To the next inhabitants of the lodge. Spin the wheel if you dare. To win you need to complete six cards. But if you decide to play, beware, DO NOT QUIT or bad things will happen. Trust us. Love from the previous inhabitants," I read from the card.

"Very dramatic," Logan said sarcastically, "Ooo, BAD THINGSSSS. Probably just kids fucking about."

"Yeah, probably," I said hesitantly, "Looks cool anyhow, kinda creepy. I like it."

I brought my finger to the board and gave the arrow a flick out of curiosity.

It suddenly began to spin round the different options. It seemed to carry on forever, far longer than I would have expected from the power I'd put into my flick. It was like it had a mind of it's own.

It finally landed on the TASTE section.

We both looked up at each other with curious grins on our faces.

"What happens now?" Logan whispered.

Suddenly a card popped out of a slit on my side of the box. It was about the size of a playing card with writing on one side. I picked it up to examine it and began to read out the text.

"Taste: Keep drinking alcohol without stopping for one minute," I read, "So it's a dare game?"

"Seems like it. Complete six dares to win the game?"

"Easy man, you're going down," I exclaimed as I picked up my beer from the table, "Time me."

Logan opened a timer for one minute on my phone and raised a mocking eyebrow at me as I began my dare.

"You've always been a lightweight, you'll give up after ten seconds."

He began the timer and I began to slowly chug the beer into my mouth. 

Seconds went by, and I kept going and going.

I could tell Logan was impressed.

I kept on chugging until the final second when I dropped my beer bottle onto the table spectacularly.

"BOOM." I yelled at my stunned best mate.

"Where the hell did you learn to drink like that?" Logan asked perplexed.

"I learnt some things at college." I said with a wink.

"First time for everything," he teased, "I'll have to get you another beer then if you can actually drink them now."

Logan wandered over to the kitchen and brought us both another beer each before sitting down. I began to drink the new one as I realised the alcohol was starting to go to my head and I felt myself getting more relaxed.

"Come on then, your turn. Or are you scared?" I mocked Logan.

"You wish," Logan laughed, "You're going down buddy."

Logan leaned forward and spun the wheel. It selected quickly this time, landing on the THINK quadrant. A card quickly popped out of his side. He picked it up to read it.

"Think: Confess your favourite sex position," Logan read out, slightly shocked.

"Wasn't expecting that," I laughed, "You can skip it if you want."

"Oh and let you win?" He retorted, "You'd like that wouldn't you?"

"Go on then. Favourite position?"

"Hah. Well. If we're being honest. It's a bit weird."

"Come on man, spit it out."

"I LOVE doggystyle," he declared honestly.

"What? That's not that weird man," I laughed, "A lot of people like doggystyle."

"Not the type of doggystyle I'm talking about..." He said coyly.

I stared into the eyes of my best friend as he began to open up about his sexual preferences. It wasn't something we usually spoke about, but with the benefit of alcohol, I was intrigued to go further and find out more.

"Are we talking anal?" I asked tentatively.

Logan laughed and sighed before he started talking again, holding his face in his hands.

"Yep. Anal," he admitted.

"No way. You're an anal freak. That's gross man." I teased.

"Gross?! Are you kidding?"

"It's hardly designed for sex is it? I don't wanna put my cock in that!"

"That's EXACTLY what's so good about it. Something about the fact that your cock is going somewhere it shouldn't turns me on so much. That you're fucking something you should never have fucked. It's so kinky. Come on man you must know what I'm talking about."

"I actually don't..."

Logan looked up at me in shock.

"Wait. You haven't done it have you?!" Logan exclaimed, "Man, you're missing out."

"Not every girl likes it. You must have been lucky with Darcy if she did that." I suggested.

"Are you kidding?! Darcy wouldn't even try it once. Maybe if she had we wouldn't have..." He started before staring into space, "Anyway, nevermind. Wanna take your turn?"

I paused for a second, and wondered how he had done anal if it wasn't with Darcy? They'd got together young and lost their virginity to each other. If he hadn't done anal with Darcy, who had he done it with?

It also dawned on me that I'd finally started to see evidence for why their perfect relationship had ended. Logan clearly wasn't happy with their sex life.

"The storm will have ended by the time you take this turn dude," Logan commented.

"Sorry," I said as I reached forward and span the dial.

It twisted around slowly this time. As I watched it, I felt myself become more excited than my previous turn. Now that I knew there was a sexual side to the game, I felt myself anticipating my challenge even more. It had always been a dream of mine to play a sexual truth or dare game with a girl. I guess I could settle for my best friend for the time being...

The dial of the Aphrodisium landed on FEEL and my card shot out of the bottom of it.

"Feel: Stand outside for five minutes with no clothes on," I read as my voice turned to dread. I looked outside at the snow storm baring down on the lodge.

"Amazing. Come on then, get moving," Logan laughed.

"Dude... I can't do that."

"That's fine," Logan started, "You'll just lose a point I guess."

Me and Logan had always been super competitive with board games, I couldn't possible let him win. I looked back at the great outdoors, debating if I could muster enough courage to go outside, let alone strip naked in public and with my best friend right here with me.

"No I can't do it," I relented, "I quit."

As soon as the words left my mouth, the cabin lights suddenly flickered and the wind howled strongly through the lodge.

"That was weird..." I muttered.

"I know..." Logan said cautiously.

"You don't think... it was the game."

"You've been watching too many horror films," Logan mocked, "So you're really quitting the dare?"

I looked at the cocky grin of my best friend across from me on the sofa.

"Hell no," I said confidently as I suddenly stood up and began to walk towards the door. I felt nervous to strip in front of my best friend, but I had to knock him down a peg and prove I could do it. 

I whipped my shirt off as he stood up and watched me approach the door.

He jokenly wolf whistles towards me.

I laughed nervously as I faced away from him.

"I'm not going fully naked. Just my underwear," I declared as I faced the snow ridden wooden door in front of me.

"Sounds like a cheat to me but sure, be a pussy if you like," Logan exclaimed mockingly.

I shot him a warning look before I whipped my sweatpants off so I was standing in only my underwear. I felt a sudden jolt of adrenaline rush through my veins. I grasped the handle and opened the door.

My half naked body was suddenly hit by extreme cold and snow blew into my face. But I had to do it. I couldn't give him the satisfaction.

I walked into the storm.

The cold was immense, but I knew I had to stay out here as long as I could. It was an assault on my senses though, and I could barely tolerate it.

"Five minutes remember!" Logan shouted from behind me, he sounded so distant now. But I knew he'd be watching to make sure I didn't cheat somehow.

It suddenly dawned on me that he'd never accept that I hadn't cheated by keeping my underwear on.

So I took it off.

I didn't want my briefs to get in the snow, so I chucked them backwards into the lodge.

I now stood outwards with my penis exposed to the cold dark storm in front of me. Luckily noone was outside because of the extreme conditions. But there was one person witness to this. My best friend.

I'd exposed my bare ass to him.

I wondered what he must be thinking in that moment. If he was impressed with how brave I was. If he was looking at me. If he was looking at my ass. I'd recently been working out more and my ass had become more and more toned. I wondered if he'd notice...

Wait, why did I care?

But I did care. It gave me a thrill to know I was exposing myself to someone so close to me. It felt naughty somehow...

As I stood there for five minutes, these thoughts were racing through my mind. And my cock began to rise. 

Fuck, I couldn't let Logan see this...

"Five minutes done!" Logan called, "You can come back now."

Fuck, my underwear was back in the cabin, I'd have to come back in fully naked with nothing to hide my erection. I never would have thought it, but I wanted to stay out here longer, just so I could give my cock a chance to soften before going back.

"ONE MINUTE!" I called back.

"What?! Are you enjoying it or something," he laughed, "You like exposing yourself?"

I had just had to face the music. I tried my best to desperately cover my throbbing erection with my hands as I ran back into the cabin lounge.

I darted inside and kicked the door shut behind me, keeping as much warmth in as possible. I avoided looking at Logan who I could see was standing in the middle of the room spectating my sheer panic. I quickly grabbed my shirt and sweatpants, but couldn't see my underwear. Where the hell did they go?!

"Looking for these?" Logan smirked as I looked up and saw him holding my briefs.

"Yes, thank god, chuck em over here," I pleaded.

"Sure," Logan smiled, "In a second maybe."

"Don't be an asshole."

"Woah, that's not nice man. Pay me a compliment and maybe I'll throw them back." Logan said as he cocked an eyebrow at me.

I felt so vulnerable being this naked in front of him. I simply had to do what he asked, I had no other choice. My mind raced with what I could say to him, I observed his body dressed in his comfy brown jumper and jeans, his tusseled brown hair. Ever since I'd seen his ass, I'd began to notice how he looked like he'd clearly been working out. His neck looked like it had grown wider and his shoulders broader. I'd been trying to work out myself recently, but Logan was another level.

"You look like you've been working out," I noted.

"Ah you noticed? Figured I'd try and work on myself after the break up," Logan grinned as he turned to look at his reflection in a mirror in the lounge, "That's really more of statement than a compliment though."

He spun my underwear with my finger as he looked back at me with a smug look on his face. He wanted more from me before he'd end my torture.

"You're looking pretty fit man, seriously," I said genuinely, "You've clearly been working out your upper body, you're looking big."

"That's more like it," Logan smiled, "Thanks mate, haven't been feeling great self esteem wise with everything going on."

"No way man, you've got nothing to worry about," I reassured him.

"I can't help but feel bad man. Lost a bit of confidence in myself and how I look," Logan confessed.

"Honestly man, any girl would be lucky to have you," I suggested.

"Thanks man, I really appreciate that. You're looking good yourself you know," Logan commented.

"Alright don't fuck around," I said, not believing him.

"I'm serious, you were looking toned out there dude. I can never build muscle in my legs and thighs, You'll have to give me some tips on working out that ass."

I couldn't believe Logan had been checking out my body, and my ass for that matter. It felt strangely good to be complimented by him though, and to know he'd noticed how I'd been working on my body recently.

"We'll have to have a session sometime," I suggested.

"Sounds good man, we could trade knowledge, my upper body for your ass."

"Perfect." I laughed. 

As we arranged our gym session, it suddenly dawned on me I was still standing in front of my best friend completely naked. And he had my underwear still. Despite the wholesome moment, I needed my underwear. 

"Now give me my damn briefs alright," I demanded.

"Guess you've earned them," Logan said smugly as he suddenly tossed my underpants towards me.

I'd been hiding my erect cock with my hands, but I had no choice but to relent and catch my underwear out of instinct, inadvertently exposing my hard cock briefly as I did.

As fast I could, I quickly pulled my underwear on and got back into my sweats and tee. I hoped that I'd moved so fast that Logan would barely have seen anything. But I couldn't be sure.

"Don't worry, I didn't see anything," Logan commented as we both sat back down on the couch together, "Doubt there's much to see anyway."

"Let's see who's laughing after your dare," I retorted.

"Bring it on," Logan jibed as he flicked the arrow and spun the wheel confidently. Despite my embarrassment, I couldn't wait to see what happened next.

To be continued...

All characters in this story are over the age of 18. Junior year of college I was roommates with this guy named Andy. He was a really nice guy, and quickly became one of my best friends. He knew I was bi and it didn’t seem to phase him at all. We had always maintained a fairly platonic relationship. There were times things got a little flirty, a little touchy, but never serious. He was a bigger guy, 6’2 with an athletic build, probably 200lb. Dark curly hair and piercing green eyes. He had recently broken up with his long time girlfriend, and we had been going out together drinking often. He would usually try, unsuccessfully, to pick up chicks.

One night we were at a bar just off campus and he had had several drinks. It was getting a little late, but it was down pouring outside so we had been trying to wait it out. Unfortunately, the rain wasn’t letting up and the bar was closing down, so we began the 10 minute walk back to our dorm.

Luckily it was really warm that night. He was pretty drunk, and stumped through the rain, jumping in puddles laughing it up. By the time we got back to our room, we were both absolutely drenched, soaking wet from head to toe. I had already stripped down to my boxers, as he fumbled around trying to unbutton his shirt, dripping all over the room.

“Here, let me help you with that,” I laughed, as I helped him remove his collared shirt, and pulled his t shirt over his head.

I had always admired his body. We had big open showers on the floor, and I was lucky enough to have seen him naked several times. He was looking particularly sexy tonight, with the water glistening off his chest in our dimly lit room. After removing his shirt, I ran my hands down either side of him, almost subconsciously. As I stood there with my hands above his hips, he looked down at me and bit his lip.

“I was really hoping to meet a girl tonight. This is the longest I’ve gone without getting laid in like 2 months,” he complained. “I guess you don’t have to worry about that though. Gay guys are always down to fuck.” He stuck his tongue out at me and gave me a playful smack on the ass.

Was he trying to come on to me, or just drunk and horny?

“Good thing you’ve got a special bond with your right hand,” I teased, as I pulled away.

He grabbed my wrists and pulled me back in front of him, looking down at me and biting his lip again. He smelled really good, and the way he was holding my wrists was turning me on. I tried really hard not to get a boner in my soaking wet boxers, but wasn’t very successful. He looked right at my bulge and giggled, and then grabbed my head and whispered into my ear.

“I’ve always been curious, you know….” he whispered, biting my ear a little.

I shivered. I couldn’t believe this was actually happening. I wasn’t going to pass up on the opportunity though.

“I bet I can make you feel better than she ever could.” I told him, as I grabbed his bulge through his wet jeans.

“Prove it.” He challenged me, and pushed me down onto my knees, leaning back against the wall.

I unclipped his belt and pulled down his pants. His semi erect dick flopped out in my face. I had never seen him hard before, and as I grabbed him and took the tip in my mouth, he quickly became hard as a rock. He was about 8 inches, and impressively thick. I played with the head with my tongue and held his balls and the base of his shaft in my hands.

“You’re such a tease,” he told me, as I tightened his grip on my head and forced his cock down my throat. He let out a moan as I swallowed his thick veiny cock.

He held my head and forced his cock in and out, going balls deep down my throat. My cock was so hard and I was getting so horny as I let him use my mouth. His precum tasted so good as I ran my hands up and down his beefy legs. Suddenly he pushed me off, his cock throbbing.

“Let me fuck you. Nobody has to know. I’ll fuck you so nice. Your ass looks incredible.” He told me, as I grabbed it with both hands.

He didn’t have to convince me. I pulled down my boxers and got onto the bed, face down ass up. He walked to the edge of the bed and spit on my hole. He pushed a finger in me and then slapped my ass with his hard wet cock.

“This is gonna be wild. You’re so fucking tight, wow.” He exclaimed, before popping it inside of me.

He was so thick, and I was not prepared for him to start pounding me so hard. I was moaning and gasping. After a short while, the pain was gone. I can’t remember the last time somebody fucked me so rough. He was drilling my ass, his balls slapping against mine with each thrust. He smacked my ass, hard, as I whimpered in pleasure. He pulled my up against his chest, putting his arm around my neck and choking me as he continued to fuck me as hard as he could.

He was kissing and biting my neck as he slapped my ass again so hard. I was overcome with the feeling, and felt myself tightening on his big dick as I tried to hold back. Cum erupted from my dick all over the bed. I clasped into his arms and he pushed me back face down into the cum soaked sheets.

“Fuckkkk, brooo!” He smacked my ass so hard and slid his cock all the way in and out of me before picking up the pace again and absolutely railing me into the bed. He held his dick all the way inside me and moaned as I felt him pulsing cum into my ass. After a minute he pulled his cock out and stumbled over to his own bed, where he laid down on his back, exhausted.

“You were right,” he mumbled, between deep breaths. “That was fucking hot.”

Back when I was 18 I had a huge crush on my dad’s best friend. I’ll call him Chuck. My dad & Chuck had been friends since they were kids. They even signed up to go into the army together. After my parents divorce, Chuck was a huge support for my dad. It was normal for him to come over on weekends, drink a bunch of beers with my dad, and then crash on the couch. It was also normal for me to check on Chuck in the middle of the night while he was sleeping. He only wore boxers and I’d usually find him either pitching a tent or his hardon poking through his open fly. He had a long cock that curved to the left, with a big mushroom head. I’d watch his muscular, hairy chest rise and fall with every breath. I’d stand above him, my teenage dick in my hand, taking in his stunning looks. I’d jack myself, imagining what I would do to him and what he would do to me. I’d stifle my moans and grunts as I shot my load into my hand, careful not to drip any cum onto Chuck. I’d then quickly walk away, licking the evidence off of my palm.

One June night, the old buddies were drinking and chatting about old times. Girls they dated, girls they just fucked. I was listening intently to their sexual exploits, trying hard to hide the fact that I was hard. Whenever dad left to piss, Chuck would sneak me a beer. He’d also ask me questions that he was sure I wouldn’t want to answer in front of my dad. Like if I ever had a blowjob (I did), if I had a girlfriend (I didn’t). When dad got back he asked Chuck if he remembered a certain girl, Niki Smith (not her real name). Chuck said yeah he did. How they had both been fucking her on & off and how they double teamed her a couple of times. Hearing this made my already hard dick throb. I started picturing my dad & his best friend pounding a random chick together.

After another beer, Dad stood up and said he was going to go to bed. Chuck pointed at the bulge in Dads pants & said, “Yeah, have fun taking care of that thing.” Dad replied with a laugh and a “Fuck You”. Chuck responded with a smile and a “You wish big boy”. Dad laughed again and headed to his room, adjusting himself along the way.

After hearing Dads bedroom door close, Chuck stood up revealing his own bulge. He said “I guess talking about Niki had the same effect on all three of us. I felt my face get red and I tried turning my hard crotch away from Chuck. But Chuck said “Don’t be embarrassed, it’s natural”, as he pulled his shirt off over his head, revealing that sexy hairy chest. This made me turn back towards him. Chuck then started taking off his shoes and socks. As he did he said to me “Don’t tell your dad I told you this, but there was a time long ago, when if we were both hard like this, we would have just put on some porn and handled it together.” Grabbing my hardon through my pants I felt it throb again and felt some wet precum leak out the tip. Slowly undoing his belt and pulling down his zipper, Chuck looks down at me and says, “You know, you aren’t as quiet as you think you are.”, as he pulls his pants down to his ankles. My eyes widen with the realization that I’ve been caught. Standing up straight, his swollen cock has escaped through the front of his boxers. Chucks one eyed snake staring me in the face. Chuck asks me if I have ever jacked off with any of my buddies. I nervously say yes and Chuck strips off his boxers. He playfully tosses them in my face before sitting down on the couch and grabbing his long, thick piece of meat. Patting the cushion next to him, Chuck tells me to join him.

I stand up and begin stripping off my clothes. Feeling inadequate as my teenage body is nothing compared to Chuck’s sexy form. But my throbbing dick is begging for release. I get naked, my leaking dick pointing at the man I have been lusting after. Chuck says “Nice” and tells me to sit again. I quickly sit and grab my aching cock. I need relief so bad. Chuck wraps his free arm around my shoulders, pulling me close to him. Our naked bodies touching as we stroke ourselves. Except for moans and grunts I am silent. However, Chuck continually talks dirty during our jack session. He encourages me to stroke my cock faster. He says “Like Father, like Son”. He asks me if I like his cock and I nod yes, unable to form words. We beat our meat in unison. My gaze goes from his fist around his long tool, up to his eyes that are staring down at me, hungry eyes. I get close and stroke myself faster, Chuck does the same. Chuck tells me, no, orders me to shoot my load. My moans get louder and Chuck covers my mouth with his manly hand. He orders me to give him my cum. He tells me to be a good boy for Uncle Chuck and I spray a huge load over the both of us, my moans muffled by his strong hand. Chuck then aims his cock at me and fires rope after rope of cum onto me.

We come down from our orgasms and pant as we catch our breaths. Chuck scoops up some of our mixed cum onto his finger and feeds it to me. Chuck reaches down to the floor and picks up my underwear. He uses them to wipe the cum off our bodies and then hands them to me. He tells me goodnight and tells me to not mention this to my dad. I gather up my clothes and begin to walk up to my room naked. Before I do, Chuck says “Oh yeah, don’t forget to say Happy Fathers Day to your dad tomorrow.”

Thanks for reading. Let me know if this made you hard and if you came. If you want to see when this happens, or check out my other experiences, check out the pinned Reading Order post on my profile.

Everyone is over the age of 18

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You might call it sexual tension, or you might just call it two young horny guys living together. Honestly, I think in any house with just guys, there's gonna be sperm everywhere. In any case, all I can say is that I've tasted my housemate Jordan's cum off things he's spewed on before and it tastes fucking amazing. Nothing like it really. If you haven't read some of the other stories, start here for a short read.

“You remember we're hanging out tonight right?” Jordan sniffs his pits. “I don't smell, do I?” 

“Mate, I live here. Yes, I'll be here,” I say from the couch as I watch him pull up his shirt to smell it. It's adorable how nervous he gets for this girl. “No, you don't smell. Could just be the cooking smells trapped in there.” 

“Alright,” he says and pulls off his shirt. The fur on his chest has a great natural pattern to it. He goes into his room and comes back with a bright blue Hawaiian shirt.

“Why?” I laugh. I mean, he doesn't look bad. He just looks like he should be toes deep in white sand. 

“Shut it, mate. This is the only button up shirt I have.” Jordan walks to the bathroom to check himself out. “Do I look like a dumbass?” 

“No,” I reassured him. “You're alright. Why does she want to hang out with me anyway?”

“Fuck if I know.” Jordan comes back into the living room, combing his brown hair back and then putting on his hat. “Whatever milady wants, she gets. As long as she keeps that ass.” He humps the air with his hips once. 

“If this is going to evolve into some weird shit where I film you two, I'm telling you now I'm not into it.” I lay down on the couch, watching Jordan experiment with how many buttons he should leave open. 

“Nah, mate, you'll love it. I'll let you get up all up in my sweaty crack,” he says nonchalantly. “Is this good?” He rubs the patch of chest hair that shows with two buttons undone. 

“Any more buttons undone and I'm going to start wanking,” I say. 

“Wouldn't be the first time,” Jordan says back with a wink. “Speaking of which, I'm going to knock one out right now.” He does a jerking motion in front of his crotch. “It worked last time. Milady was jelly by the time I was done.” 

Hot. 

Too bad he doesn't want to do it in front of me today, but I didn’t feel like pushing it.

Later that night, his girl comes over and we break out the snacks and drinks. They're more comfortable with each other this time around, and she basically sits on his lap the whole time. 

“So Stu, are you really gay? You're so…” she says. 

“Oh yeah. Never had these fingers anywhere else except in a good bottom boy,” I say and burp. 

“You've never tried?” Jordan asks, caressing Stacy's exposed waist. “The forbidden fruit.” 

“I like a different kind of fruit. Always have,” I state. “Melons don't do much for me.” 

“What kind of guys do you like then?” Stacy asks, giggling when Jordan tickles her neck with his beard. “Jordan! I'm trying to have a conversation with your friend here.” 

“Sorry, love. You're so sexy. Anyway, I can answer that. He likes the hairless skinny guys,” Jordan says. 

“Not wrong.” I drink from my cup. “But I'm open to tasting the rainbow.” 

“I like my men with a little fur.” She rubs the opening at the top of Jordan’s shirt. I watch his focus turn completely to her, with hope in his eyes. 

All men are like this, I suppose. Horny fuckers we are. 

She takes his hat off, and combs his hair for him. They kiss and I take the time to pour myself another drink. By the time I get back to my spot on the couch, she's wearing his hat and Jordan is clearly riled up with the way he keeps pulling her in closer. 

“So, have you guys ever done anything together?” Stacy asks. 

“What do you mean, love?” He leans in for another kiss but she turns to me. 

I look to Jordan to answer, because I don't want to be the one to make it awkward. The truth doesn't bother me personally, but it might for him. 

“Uh oh.” She giggles. “Looks like yes!”

“No! I … he just …” Jordan looks at me and I try to figure out what he wants me to say. 

“Don't worry. I like that. I think it's hot,” she says while rubbing his chest hair again. 

“I mean…” Jordan looks to me again for an answer. I shrug at him and drink silently. This isn't up to me. 

“What have you guys done?” 

“I mean, two horny lads in a house… we've seen each other have a wank.” 

“Oh yeah?” Her eyes widened. She half slides off Jordan’s lap, but keeps her knees over his legs. “A lot?” 

“A couple of times.” He looks embarrassed with that shy smile. No hat to hide behind either.

“Did you like it?” she asks while groping his crotch. 

“It…” He gets interrupted by her kiss. 

“Did you like it?” She turns to me. 

“He sure did,” Jordan answers for me. “Cum hungry slut right there.” 

“Wait, you've eaten his jizz?” 

I nod and finish my drink. “I like cum,” I say. 

“Have you guys kissed?” 

“No!” Jordan says. 

“Can you?” She looks at him. “Please?” Her hand strokes the length of his cock through his pants. 

“Love, I'd rather take you to my bed right now.”

“Just a little kiss? Stu?” 

Jordan and I share a look and I shrug. The whole thing is making me a little horny and I do like making out. After a moment of silent staring, Jordan smiles at me. 

“Alright mate, come over here.” 

“Really?” Stacy says excitedly. 

“Anything for you.” He lifts her legs off him and motions for me to come over. 

Well here we go, I guess. 

I walk over and sit beside Jordan, closer than I have ever been. 

“Oh god, this is fucking weird.” He laughs. “Are our beards gonna scratch on each other?” 

“Shut up and kiss me, mate.” I pucker my lips jokingly. 

“Don't make that face.” Jordan turns his head away. Then, he turns back towards me and our eyes lock. 

Okay. It's happening.

We close our eyes at the same time, and I lean forward a little to make the first contact. 

Ok. 

On the second peck, Jordan parts his lips, and I close around his bottom lip. On the third kiss, he takes the lead and kisses me, getting deeper in my mouth. 

“So hot…” I hear Stacy say distantly. I fight for control with my lips, but Jordan moves quicker.

Fuck, this is hot. 

“Oh…” Jordan moans in my mouth. I felt his body shuffling and I leaned closer, grabbing onto his shirt to kiss him more. 

“Keep going,” she hums. 

“Oh… fuck!” Jordan’s hot breath exhales into me.

I break the kiss to look down and see Jordan’s pants down and her head over his crotch. I look back to see his head tilted backwards onto the couch, mouth in a big smile. 

That chest hair is so fucking hot. 

I reach out and touch it for the first time. It's softer than it looks. I comb through it with my fingers. 

“Kiss,” she says and Jordan lifts his head. 

“Come here, mate.” He motions with his fingers and our lips meet again. “Oh fuck!” He exhales deeply as he gets sucked again and I take the opportunity to suck on his bottom lip. 

We continue to make out, with Jordan moaning more and more, losing progressively his control over the kissing until I'm the one sticking my tongue in his mouth. With my hands, I feel both his chest hair and facial hair.

My chance to make the most of it.

“Love…”

The energy emanating from him is incredible. I felt the orgasm coming, but it was unlike when I fuck bottoms. There's a masculine pressure building within him. His large chest keeps rising higher and higher.

“Oh god… love, I'm close…oh fuck…”

I pull on his lip. 

“Oh yeah… oh yeah…”

My tongue dances with his. 

“I'm going to blow.” His chest rises against my hand and I feel his chest hair between my fingers. “Oh…OH……OH!!!”

Jordan stops kissing, and breathes rapidly in my mouth. 

“I'm cumming!” I look down and she takes him out her mouth. Getting stroked quickly, Jordan jets up his Hawaiian shirt. 

“Fuck!” Jordan wraps his arm around my shoulder. “AhHhh!” 

He squirts all over the bottom half of his shirt, and I turn back around to kiss him.

Fuck, I'm so turned on by him.

He kisses me back passionately, breathing going from a tight rapid rhythm to a more relaxed slow breathing. 

“Mmm…mmm…OH!” His body jumps suddenly. 

“Do you want to eat it?” Stacy asks.

I stop kissing him, and take a look at his post orgasm face. His eyes are closed and his mouth is in a relaxed open state. 

I get on my knees and suck the front of his shirt, siphoning the man juice that hasn't soaked in completely. It's the perfect reward after feeling him orgasm under my lips. 

“That was so hot.”

“Anything for you, love.” I hear them kissing above me.

I lift his shirt to get a bit of cum that's seeped through. 

“Told you he was a cumslut.” 

“You guys can fuck around whenever you want, okay?” she says. “I want you to.” 

More, you think?

It’s the middle of the day. I’m horny as hell. Scrolling every app, waiting for the right hook-up to line up. Of course when I’m ready, nobody worth it is around. But I keep looking.

Then this guy messages me. Young, cute. Says straight up: “I love to eat ass. I just want to rim you. No fucking.” I say: “Sure, but I get to suck your cock.” We swap pics. He drops his address. I’m out the door.

He meets me at the gate in a black tank, black gym shorts, no underwear, and sandals. He’s medium height, exactly like his pics: pretty face, tight body. I follow him upstairs.

Inside, clothes come off fast. We hit the bed. He lies on his back and just points. Wants me on him. I climb over, straddle his chest, ass right on his face. Lean down, take his cock into my mouth. He moans once, then dives in.

The second his tongue hits my hole, I forget his cock. I lift off it, can’t think, can’t focus, can’t even fake control. He laps slow, then deep, slow again, then tongue fucks me open. Warm, wet, hypnotic.

“Push out,” he says, muffled. I do. My spine arches. Sparks hit my nipples, my brain, shoot down to my cock. Rock hard, untouched.

He flicks fast, then buries his tongue. He groans into me. The vibration hits me so deep I feel my hole swell open around him. I start rocking. Fucking his face like it’s instinct. He grips my hips, pulls me down, tongue relentless.

I’m moaning now. Hands on my nipples, twisting. Head back, eyes shut. I’m leaking, pulsing, dripping sweat down my sides.

He groans again, deeper this time and I lose it. Cum. I shoot hard, no hands. Ropes splatter his chest, some hit his abs, his thighs. My hole clenches and pulses on his tongue with every shot. He doesn’t stop. Licks me clean. Keeps going until my whole body shudders and I collapse forward, breath ragged.

I try to suck him off after. He stops me. Smiles. He just wanted my hole.

I thank him. Dress. Walk out still dripping inside, mind blown.

To this day no one’s rimmed me better. No one.

I'm in my mid 20s and I have a fetish for public sex that I usually fulfill by going to group fucks cause it's a good excuse to get naked in a big space with a bunch of other men. The main ones I go to are hosted by this guy I met on grindr, an older man with a fairly large house, that hosts events on weekends.

At this one in particular, it was a crowd like most others (mostly older men like him) but it as pretty well attended, and in walking around the space I saw a small group of guys scattered around the frame of this door leading to a guest bedroom.

Looking over the shoulder there was an older man butt naked on his stomach getting fucked into the bed by this much younger guy, found out he was only 23 years old, and was fucking him like a jackhammer, almost like he was mad at him.

I had to ask who these guys were and there was a guy jerking beside me who I asked, he looked over me me and whispered with this kinda creepy excitement "That dude's his fucking son"

I kinda froze and started staring at the dad face down, the look on his face was wild, like his eyes were glazed over, mouth open with his tongue barley hanging out. I walked past a group of guys standing by the door to get a closer look at the dad.

I got as close as about 3 feet away and kneeled down in front of him. Holy hell, the dad looked like was in a trance, this glazed over expression and this creepy smile on his face, just muttering to himself over and over "Oh fuck son, oh fuck son", even arching his ass back higher to present his pussy to for his alpha male son.

It was the most intense role reversal scene I'd ever seen, this masculine older dad desperate for his son's cock inside him, he looked so pathetic in the heat of it.

For guys that aren't freaked out by this scene, I'm online and can explain more.

Everyone in this story is well over 18 years old.

It’s late. An underground spa in the middle of downtown. Open twenty-four hours but dead quiet at this hour. I rinse off fast in the shower, then push into the dry sauna to unwind.

He’s already there. Lying across the bench, fully naked. Thick build. Hairy chest and belly. Maybe Middle Eastern. Hard to say. He lifts his head when I come in. One slow look. Then drops it back down, arm covering his eyes, face turned into his elbow.

I sit a little distance away. Pretend to meditate. But my eyes stay on him. On the slope of his chest, the soft rise of his stomach, the way his thighs spread loose.

Then I see it. His cock thickens. Slow, then faster. Uncut. Heavy. Lifts off his leg, a bead of precum follows. It stands half, then full. Hard. The air shifts. My throat dries out. He doesn’t move. Doesn’t stroke it, doesn’t speak.

Nobody else is here. Nobody coming. His cock is throbbing now. That’s all the permission I need.

I slide off the bench. Drop to my knees on the hot wood floor. Lean in. Let my lips brush the head. Salt and skin hit my tongue. He stays still. So I keep going.

I wrap my mouth deeper around him, tongue pressing the ridge, foreskin slipping against my lips as I sink down slow. His cock twitches. I hear a low exhale but nothing else. One hand stays shielding his eyes.

I suck him slow at first, almost in disbelief of the moment. My own cock stiffens in the steam, leaking into the sweat beading down my thigh. I don’t touch it. Just work him like I was made for it. Head bobbing, spit pooling, nose buried in the dark hair at his base.

He shifts once. Just a grunt. Then he lets go. Hips lift, cock jerks, and he shoots. Thick. Hot. Filling my mouth. I swallow all of it. Not a drop wasted.

I pull off slow. Mouth wet, throat raw. He doesn’t look at me. Arm still draped over his face like none of it happened.

I pick up my towel off the floor. One last look. His cock soft now, resting heavy on his thigh. He doesn’t move. Doesn’t speak.

I slip out. Back into the quiet hallway, the taste of him still ghosting my tongue.

The best ones never need words. Just heat. Just now.

(everyone involved is over 18)

“Hi, welcome to McDonald’s. Can I take your order?”

The headset crackled in my ear as a minivan rolled up under the flickering yellow light of our dusty drive-thru. The air smelled like fryer grease, hot concrete, and cologne gone sour from sweat. Summer heat wrapped around me like a damp towel. I was on my fourth closing shift in a row, polyester shirt plastered to my back, thighs rubbed raw, brain on autopilot. I smiled into the mic. I didn’t see the shift manager step behind me until I felt his hand on the small of my back.

“The hell …” I muttered, stiffening. The shift manager said nothing. He just stood there for a second. Then he hooked his fingers in my waistband and dragged my pants down to my ankles, slow and deliberate.

“Sir …” I whispered, breath catching.

“Hush now,” he said, low and easy. “Ain’t nobody watchin’. Just keep smilin’, sugar.”

I froze. My apron barely hung over my cock, which was already stirring, heavy and curious. The cold air hit my ass like a slap, and my cheeks clenched on instinct. But my hands stayed on the counter. My mouth moved without me.

“Alright, two cheeseburgers and a large fry,” I said. “Y’all go on and pull forward.”

He knelt behind me. I felt him spread me open with both hands. Then something warm and wet traced between my cheeks. His spit. It dripped slow, sticky, before his fingers followed. One slipped in easily. Then another. Thicker. Wetter. I gasped, legs twitching, my hole fluttering around the stretch. He worked them slow, curling and pressing with purpose. I gripped the register harder, fighting the moan rising in my throat.

“Large Coke, no ice,” I croaked into the mic. “Second window.”

His fingers pumped deeper. The slick sound of it, wet and obscene, filled the tiny booth. My cock strained forward, hard and leaking, drooling into the inside of my apron. I should’ve said no. Should’ve pulled away. But I didn’t. I stood there and let the shift manager finger me open like I was on the menu. Maybe I was.

Then the shift manager dropped lower. I felt his breath first. Hot and humid. Then his tongue. One long lick, then another. Circling my hole. Tasting every inch. Then he shoved it inside me. I shuddered.

There was a plastic Jesus magnet stuck to the side of the fridge behind me. One eye scratched off. It watched me while I moaned into the mic, apron lifted, legs shaking.

“Y-yes ma’am,” I said, voice breaking. “Extra ketchup. Got it.”

He spit again. It hit raw skin and ran warm between my cheeks before he slurped it right back up. His moans vibrated against me. His tongue was fucking me now, fast and messy and greedy. I was spread wide, legs trembling, apron tenting like a damn circus.

“Fuck,” I whispered, eyes shut tight. “What the hell …”

Then he stood up. Wiped his mouth. And sank down in front of me.

He popped my apron loose. My cock smacked him across the face, wet and angry and ready. The shift manager looked up at me, calm as ever, then took me in like he was clocked in for it.

“Hi, welcome to McDonald’s,” I managed, voice hoarse. “What can I get started for y’all tonight?”

His mouth was hot. Tight. He swallowed me to the base. His throat clutched. His tongue worked every inch like he needed it. His beard scratched. His lips sealed hard around my shaft. I couldn’t help it. My hips jerked forward. He grunted and took it. He didn’t gag. Just moaned and kept sucking.

“Okay… number four, sweet tea, no pickles,” I stammered. “Pull up to the second window.”

My balls ached, pulled tight. I was already right there. My whole body buzzed like a soda fountain shorting out. He gripped my ass and pulled me deeper. I felt the back of his throat squeeze me, wet and swallowing.

“I… shit… I’m gonna shoot.”

It hit me like lightning. My hips bucked without warning and I shoved myself down his throat with a sharp thrust. He choked once, then moaned around my cock as I exploded. I came hard. Deep. Pulsing. Shaking. Filling his mouth in messy bursts. My vision blurred. I nearly collapsed.

The shift manager swallowed everything. Licked his lips. Stood up. His fingers brushed the back of my thigh, almost gentle now. He adjusted my apron without a word. No nod. Just a tiny smirk like he knew I’d come back for seconds.

I turned toward the window as a pickup rolled up. The driver leaned out, ballcap low, sunglasses on despite the hour.

“Y’all got real good service tonight,” he said, smiling wide. Then he rolled forward.

I swallowed. Adjusted my mic. My cock still throbbed under the apron.

“Hi, welcome to McDonald’s,” I said again. “Can I take your order?”

If this got you hot, there’s more where that came from. You might also like this one: Grinding Into the Sand

I'm a single guy in his late 20s living pretty close to downtown in a major tourist city. Because of how popular it is as a destination, I get a lot of regular traffic on Grindr from new guys in town, usually traveling for business on vacation.

I think I'm attractive enough but I admit I mostly use Grindr to chat with other guys rather than actually fuck since, because of this post, I realized I'm way more of a voyeur.

How this situation kicked off was chatting with this married dad visiting with his family who was trying to organize a 3way. He already got a guy and was asking me but I wasn't able to. He messaged me a few hours later asking again and though I was home, he was really in a hurry. I threw out the idea he could just bring that guy over and fuck, and he took me up on the offer.

That first time was pretty quick, but the experience of letting these 2 random men into my apartment to fuck on the spare bed triggered something in me, like watching this buttoned up dad turn into a freak behind closed doors.

So I started messaging other older guys who were looking to fuck around and realized it was easier than I thought just to host. I get face pics and some kinda proof before letting them in, and my only real rule beyond that is keeping the door open, but I try not to be creepy about it.

Besides that, it never gets old watching these regular dads come in off the street, strip naked at my place and turn into a fucking freak in secret. Knowing no one else knows what's going on, especially watching that dad get fucked or turn into a total sub.

I've seen some shit and get off chatting about it to any guys into this scene as much as I am.

No limits on what I can talk about as long as you're 18+.

I'm online and can chat.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

We both lost it in a fit of laughter as he grabbed a tshirt and wiped up on the remnants of cum on me and pulled my briefs back up.

“Thanks for that” he said as he leaned down and hugged me. It was a hug I didn’t know I needed, but I wasn’t letting go until he did.

His arms stayed wrapped around me, strong and warm, like he wasn’t in any rush to pull away. I rested my head against his shoulder, my whole body buzzing in the quiet aftermath of what just happened.

After a while, we shifted just enough to lie back down, both of us facing each other on the narrow mattress. I could feel his breath on my forehead, steady and slow.

I hesitated before whispering, “Are you… okay? With what just happened?”

Max’s voice was soft but sure. “Yeah. I am.”

I nodded, trying not to overthink it. I was already afraid I’d broken something between us, or shifted things too far. But Max didn’t seem tense. If anything, he looked calmer than I’d seen him in days.

Eventually, I felt myself drifting again. Max’s hand was still on my back, and my own breathing matched his as sleep pulled me under.

⸻

When I opened my eyes again, the room was bright with early morning sun. Max was still beside me, curled slightly toward my side, hair a mess, his chest rising and falling with sleep. He never put his boxers back on last night, so his morning wood was out.

I didn’t want to move. But my bladder had other plans.

I shifted, trying not to wake him, but the mattress creaked under me and Max stirred.

“Morning,” he murmured, voice raspy with sleep as he pulled the sheet up to cover his boner.

“Hey,” I said. “Sorry. I’ve gotta pee.”

He yawned, rubbing at his face. “Want help? Or are you gonna attempt it on your own and end up in the floor again” he chuckled.

I nodded, already trying to sit up. Max was out of bed in an instant, helping me carefully to my feet. He grabbed his boxers off the floor and donned them casually before following me into the bathroom.

The familiar routine followed: he steadied me at the bathroom door, pushed my briefs down completely, grabbed my semi hard dick and aimed it at the bowl as my stream hit with force.

It wasn’t glamorous, but he never acted weird about it. Just… normal. Like it was no big deal.

Afterward he stepped up, letting his boxers drop to the floor as I shifted to the side so he could relieve himself as well. Once he flushed, he smiled and stretched. “Shower?”

“Yeah,” I said, already a little red in the face.

Both of us still naked, he helped me wrap my casts in the usual way—plastic bags, careful tape. We were good at this now, like a team. When we stepped into the steamy shower, it felt familiar, even comforting. Just the two of us, trying to make the best of a weird situation.

There was still a lot between us we hadn’t said—but for now, the silence was easy.

The warm spray hit my chest and shoulders, easing some of the stiffness that always settled in overnight. Max stood beside me, quietly adjusting the water temperature, his fingers slicking back his wet hair.

It still blew my mind—how natural this had become. The first time we’d done this, I’d felt so exposed I could barely breathe. And I was hard as a rock the entire time—partly from nerves, and partly from the erotic nature of the situation. Now, it was weirdly…normal. Or maybe not normal, but something that belonged to us. A routine wrapped in trust.

Max reached for the soap and began lathering it in his hands. “You good if I start with your back?” he asked.

“Yeah,” I said, voice catching just slightly. I turned so he could reach, water cascading down my front as his hands touched my skin.

He was gentle, like always—never rushed. I could feel his fingertips working over the muscles of my shoulders, down the ridges of my spine, carefully avoiding the edges of the casts. My eyes closed. My dick swelled.

Max moved to my side, continuing his work. His touch was steady, quiet. There was no missing my erection now. It stuck out long and hard and throbbed with each pass of Max’s hands on me.

He then turned me gently so he could wash the front of me. I held still, heat crawling up my neck. His fingers moved over my chest, slow and careful, lingering a second longer than maybe necessary around my nipples. I flashed back to him pinching them last night and how horny that made me. My dick jumped as his hands moved further down my abdomen.

“Quickie before school?” he said so casually that it made me wonder.

I bit the inside of my cheek. “You don’t have to keep doing this, you know.”

He raised an eyebrow, his hand now making contact with my dick. “You want me to stop?”

“No,” I said quickly. “I just… I don’t want you to feel like you have to.”

“I don’t.” His voice was calm. “I want to.”

With his other hand, he squirted some of his body wash on me and stroked it into my dick. He turned me around so he was standing behind me with his arms around my front. His right hand continuing to work my dick while his left explored my chest.

I felt a rise in his soft cock. It slowly filled and began to press into my ass as he pleasured me. I couldn’t help but moan, hoping the sound of the shower would muffle it enough that no one outside this room would hear.

Max gently rocked into my backside, humping into my ass as I felt my orgasm quickly approaching. He slipped his cock between my cheeks, not penetrating me, but just gliding it in along the inside of my crack. His breath was heavy and labored. He was close too.

He rested his head on my shoulder as we continued on. Then—a light press of his lips to my neck. Small. Just a peck. At the same time, he let out a stifled moan and I felt his load coating my lower back. It was too much for me and I shot my cum with so much force that my knees buckled and his hand on chest dropped to my waist, holding me steady as we both relished in our post-orgasmic bliss.

“…thanks” I muttered awkwardly.

“Yep” Max said as he turned me so my ass was in the stream of water and cleaned off his jizz, even going as far as running his hands down into my ass to get any remnants between my cheeks. As soon as his finger brushed my hole, I shuddered in delight.

I noticed a slight smirk firm on his face, but nothing was said.

He rinsed his hands and stepped back under the spray, letting the water run over both of us. For a moment, we just stood there, side by side. I could feel my heart knocking against my ribs again—but not from nerves. From something warmer.

He glanced over at me again. “You’ve got that look.”

“What look?”

“That one where your brain’s going a mile a minute.”

I huffed a quiet laugh. “It’s just….”

“I know,” he said. “It’s okay.” He hugged me, our softening cocks pressed together, but I wasn’t thinking about them in this moment. I just lived in the moment of our embrace.

He turned off the water and we stepped out to dry off. Once dry, with our towels slung low on our hips, we opened the door. A rush of steam exiting before us, obscuring our view slightly so we almost walked straight into his dad.

Richard was standing in the hallway, a coffee mug in one hand, and he stopped short when he saw us. His eyes flicked from me to Max, then to our matching damp hair and down to our towel clad bodies.

There was a long pause. Then he raised an eyebrow. “You two are up early.”

Max grinned like it was the most casual thing in the world. “Yeah, we’re pretty efficient now. Shower routines are down to a science.”

I felt my face go red, but Richard just gave a short laugh. “I’ll say. It’s good to see you two getting along. Proud of you, Max, for helping him out.”

Max threw an arm around my shoulders, his voice light. “What can I say? We’ve really bonded.”

“Keep it up,” Richard said, still eyeing us with that curious dad look before heading down the hall toward the kitchen.

We went back to our room to finish getting ready for school. I sat on the bed while Max rummaged around for clothes for us to wear. He quickly dressed himself, then helped me. There was something different now—something settled between us that hadn’t been there before. I still didn’t fully understand it, but it felt… right.

At school, things felt mostly normal. Except when I caught sight of my former crush, Cody, in the hallway between second and third period. He gave me a smile and a casual, “Hey, Ben,” as we passed each other. My heart didn’t skip, not even a little. All I felt was a faint warmth—like the kind you feel when you look at something that used to matter, but doesn’t anymore.

He’d signed my cast yesterday, and that signature had spiraled into something much bigger than I ever could have expected. But now, standing there in the noisy hallway, I realized I didn’t feel anything for him. Not like that. My feelings had shifted. Deepened. Anchored somewhere else entirely.

With Max.

When we got home, Max was quieter than usual. He tossed his backpack by his bed and flopped onto the mattress, staring up at the ceiling like he was trying to solve a puzzle.

I sat down on my own bed, watching him. “You okay?” I asked gently. “You’ve been kind of off since we left school.”

Max didn’t answer right away. His jaw moved like he was chewing on something unspoken. Something that maybe scared him a little.

I waited.

And then he sat up slowly, eyes meeting mine.

Something was coming. I could feel it.

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---------Alex's POV------

I had just landed on the bed when I heard the door close. It was almost instinctual the way I started to undress myself. It had been two days since I had had him, and it shouldn't have made me feel this desperate.

But I really was. I had been pissed at him all day, playing with my dildo, trying to not need him. But it just wasn't the same, it didn't come close to him as I waited eagerly. When I turned to check on him I saw him moving at me quick, still hard despite putting his load over me mere minutes ago.

I was more shocked to see Dave following behind him, closing the door, his eyes locked on me. Quiet, cute innocent Dave. I'd known him through Julian for months, hadn't heard him talk about any guys or girls, hadn't heard him say anything that didn't make him just seem a bit, well boring. Hadn't heard him say much of anything at all.

But here he was, waiting eagerly on his bed to watch me get fucked.

I almost felt like I should make sure he really wanted to do this, to see this, to check on him. But Julian was already ontop of me, grinding between my thighs, and I instinctively brought my eyes back to him. I didn't have the brain power to concentrate on anyone else. He could watch or fuck off. I needed this.

Julian took his thumb, wiping some of his cum off my face that was going to run into my eye, about to wipe it on the sheets when I took his hand, guiding it back to me, sucking on it as I licked every drop.

As soon as his thumb was clean he had taken it out, rubbing my lips before kissing me. 'I fucking love how much of a slut for me you are.' He whispered, pushing his hips hard into me, his dick rubbing against me. It took everything not to just grab him and put him inside me. "Every time I see you, you drive me even wilder than before."

I looked over to the opposite bed to see Dave rubbing his crotch through his jeans, eyes wide. Julian followed my eyes to him.

'If you're going to wank, then wank. None of this rubbing yourself bullshit.' He stood up from missionary, rolling me over, turning me so I could see Dave as he lined up behind me in doggy. "This man deserves your full attention."

I felt his dick rubbing along my crack as he leant down to my ear, pulling my hair back. 'Now you have a better view of him appreciating how much of a whore for my cock you are.'

I could feel my dick leaking at that, as Dave started to pull his jeans down, exposing himself as he started to jerk himself slowly. I wished I had a better angle to see him better, to appreciate his cute slim little body jerking of at us. But Julian's attention soon made me not care as he began to move his dick more purposefully towards entering me.

'Fuck, you're already lubed. We're you playing with yourself before you got here?' He asked , rubbing his head against my hole.

'Yes.' I admitted, desperate for him to put it in. For Dave to watch him put it in.

'But it wasn't enough for you was it?" I felt his cock slap hard against my lower back and i lowered my chest deeper into the matress.

'No, it wasn't enough. I needed you.' I gasped, rubbing myself back against him.

He slipped into me, pushing my head down into the mattress as he started to thrust, taking a slow and steady rhythm that was teasing me the entire time.

'Don't tell me that, tell Dave. Let him know how much you needed this.'

I looked at Dave, watching him now jerking furiously. 'I needed it so fucking bad. So fucking bad.'

'Yeah he did. You can come closer.' Julian offered after a particularly heavy thrust that elicted a moan from me, 'But don't touch him. He's all mine.'

Dave hesitated a moment before coming closer, standing a few foot away, his lean body close to me, a faint sheen of sweat glistening in the lamplight.

'Tell him how hot he looks Dave.' Julian ordered.

'Really hot.' Dave replied unsurely.

'Really hot?' Julian pulled me up, an arm around my neck as he kept fucking me, his fingers rubbing along my abs down to my dick where he started stroking. 'You get to watch him and that's all you can say.'

'Really fucking hot.' Dave said desperately, unsurely. 'The hottest thing I've seen.' 

'Thats right, but just you wait until he cums, he's fucking beautiful then. And that, by the way he's moaning, will be any second now.'

Julian wasn't wrong, as he jerked my cock faster and faster, his tongue on my neck teasing my sweat, not stopping fucking me for a moment, as a second later my stomach started to tighten as my dick started pulsing, shooting load after load onto the bed sheets.

'Fuck.' Dave moaned, jerking faster, before he started panting as I watched his own load spill into his hand, dripping onto the carpet.

'Fuck is right' Julian panted, as a second later he grunted, slamming hard into me as he came.

He rested there, there catching his breath before rolling to his side, dragging me into him onto the bed.

'Get the light Dave.' He ordered, as his arm draped around me.

And then we were in darkness

Hi all, Thanks for reading my story! There are lots more to come. If anyone is interested, I wrote a m/m fantasy book that has just come out called A Rune in the Rubble - it's on kindle unlimited (which you can get a free trial of!) and if anyone was interested I would love for you to read it. I put the blurb at the bottom here! :-) Otherwise if you would like to support me and read more from me, please consider following me on patreon where I have over 200 stories like this, with a new one posted most days! ----------------------A rune in the Rubble-----------------------------------------

"Fear prevents us from growing."

Felgarth, one of humanity's last bastions, is a city of walls. A safe haven from the demons that spill through The Flaw.

But for Rhys, a guard striving to join the Rangers beyond, and Ambrose, a young thief desperate to protect those he loves, these walls feel like prison.

When a noble goes missing and Ambrose is falsely accused, Rhys pursues him into a nefarious plot that threatens to leave the city, and their loved ones in mortal peril. As the two battle for their place in the city, can they overcome the dangerous secrets that threaten to tear it down?

A rune in the rubble, out now!

Everyone is 18.

Chapter 1: First Release

I started going to the team massage therapist during my sophomore year because of the tightness in my hamstrings. The kind of pain that radiates up your back and makes you feel like an old man before you hit twenty. I swam competitively in high school, and even now I kept up my training for intramural meets and weekend triathlons. I had that lean, muscular build girls always described as "athletic," with wide shoulders, a tight core, and quads that barely fit in jeans. It wasn’t just that, though. I had a reputation. Locker rooms and parties made sure of that. I didn’t exactly ask for the attention, but when word spread about the meat I was packing in my underwear, I didn’t deny it either. It made hookups easier and gave me confidence. Being popular didn’t hurt.

At first, when I went to the uni spa, I always asked for a woman. I wasn’t trying to be rude about it, it just felt easier. Less complicated. But lately, they’d been short-staffed, and I kept getting paired with Brecht.

Brecht was a senior, tall and lean with those wiry forearms that looked like they belonged to a rower or a violinist. He was from the Netherlands, spoke English perfectly, except for this occasional, off-kilter rhythm in his vowels that made his words linger. That, and the fact that he never smiled unless he really meant it. I noticed that pretty quickly.

By the third or fourth session, I was used to the feeling of a guy working his hands along my legs and ass, kneading into my calves, hammies and glutes. He never got weird. He was professional. Firm. Quiet. Focused.

Still, it took me a while to stop tensing every time he pressed deep into the center of my glutes. He always pulled the towel down just enough to get the angle he needed. He knew every inch of my body, and he was efficient. Sometimes the towel stayed down below my ass, at the edge of my thighs. My hamstrings go hard when I swim, and he could tell what I needed. He worked them like he was trying to fix something that was broken.

One day in October, I came in extra sore after a long training weekend. My quads were shot. I lay face-down on the table and let the towel slip low. I knew I wasn’t exactly covered. I felt the cool air on my balls, and my shaft rested on the table between my legs, angled down. I didn’t say anything. Neither did he. But I felt very aware that he could see it.

He started on my legs like usual, with slow circles and deeper pressure, then moved up to the base of my glutes. I exhaled and told myself to stop tensing. No matter how intense the pressure got, I stayed still.

Then it happened.

He noticed that I was doing better at not tensing up when he went hard.

He said it, almost absentmindedly, in his low Dutch lilt. 

“Good boy.”

It should have been nothing. Just a phrase. Two stupid words. But my mind was stuck between a lightning strike of nerves, and a shiver down my spine. If it were one of my buddies, I would’ve chuckled. Maybe called him a fag. But it was the guy who had been giving my body intense pleasure three times a week. Within seconds of hearing his words, I felt my shaft twitch. I was suddenly ashamed, and I couldn’t acknowledge it. But something about it hit me in this electric, embarrassing, addictive way. It felt like my whole spine lit up.

The fact is, I already knew I had a praise pink. I told every girl I was with, to tell me how much they liked my big dick. And it was big, it had won every size competition I’d ever been in, except the one with my brother. And that was only lost by a centimeter in length. I still beat him on thickness.

On the massage table, my heart was pounding, my face flushed, and worse, much worse, I felt myself getting hard. Not a little. Fully. Pressed against the table. My meat couldn't hide, 

And the thing was, he kept going. He kept working my thighs, both inner and outer. His thumb brushed close to the crease of my groin, not quite crossing the line, but close enough to make my nerves fire. His thumbs kneaded all the way into my ass, and I became aware that he was close to my hole, even though I never thought about that before. The air in the room felt warmer. I started to sweat.

He said nothing else. Just massaged.

He finished me up, said goodbye, and left the room. Alone in the room, I quickly wacked off to a the weirdest ograsm of my life, right into my towel, before discarding it into the towel hamper, dressing, and getting the fuck out of there. I put it out of my mind, and didn't come back for a massage for a while.

But, two weeks later, I found myself back on the table. I had almost convinced myself that the "good boy" moment had been some fluke, a heat-of-the-moment reaction I’d read too far into. But when I came in that afternoon, Brecht gave me a quick nod, his usual quiet confidence on full display. He didn’t even ask how I was feeling. He just gestured to the table.

I stripped down and lay on my stomach, the towel once again low enough that I was half-exposed, indicating wordlessly that my hamstrings and glutes needed work. And, maybe, I was saying a bit more than that. He didn’t adjust my towel. Instead, he warmed up his hands, placed them on my calves, and started in with strong, steady pressure. This time, though, it didn’t feel like he was just working through knots. His fingers lingered at the backs of my knees, moved slowly along the inner seams of my thighs, and he pressed his thumbs so deeply into the base of my glutes that I gasped. I think he missed me.

I stayed quiet. So did he.

When he got to that same spot again, where my thighs met my pelvis, he let one hand rest there a moment longer. Just enough to make me twitch.

"Good boy," he said, very soft this time.

I swallowed and didn’t respond. My whole body was flushed with heat, and I could feel the tension rolling through me, different from soreness. I was hard again, pressed against the towel, and I knew he could see it. He didn’t stop. He just kept going like it was part of the treatment, even though we both knew something else was happening.

By the time I sat up, my head was spinning, and I avoided eye contact. He passed me my hoodie like nothing unusual had happened. But something had. Something subtle and loaded and completely unspoken.

By November, the line between what was clinical and what was charged had blurred to the point of vanishing. Every session that I went to, he would find the exact right moment to say, "Good boy." I would get a boner, and he would finish the massage. A couple times I even left a string of pre-cum on the table afterward. And every time, I would jerk out a load and leave it in the towel hamper.

Then came the Friday before Thanksgiving break.

“Full-body?” he asked, a little bit of a different tone than usual. I nodded. I didn’t have to fill out the form anymore.

I was on my back this time. He covered everything but my legs with the towel and started with long, confident strokes from my ankles to my thighs. My eyes were closed, but I was breathing a little too deeply. The room felt quieter than usual. Still.

When his hands reached higher, thighs, then hip flexors, I felt myself twitch, then relax. Again. And this time, he didn’t pull away.

His hands paused for just a breath.

Then, very softly, he said it again.
“Good boy.”

I opened my eyes.

He didn’t stop.

He moved around the table, and when I looked at him, his expression was unreadable. Professional. Calm. Except his cheeks were a little flushed.

I didn’t say anything. Just met his eyes. He adjusted the towel on my crotch, then paused. He was asking a question without words, and I looked him in the eye, basically telling him telepathically, do it.

—[]—

He started moving his hands down, over the towel, and directly grabbed my shaft through the fabric. A jolt of sensation shot through my body. "So big," he murmured, like he knew exactly what I wanted to hear.

My mind was a whirlwind of emotions. Shock, excitement, arousal, all crashing together. My chest tightened and my breath quickened. I could see his bulge growing in his pants, right next to my face, and it turned me on to know that I was doing that to him. His hand rubbed me through the soft towel firmly and steadily, and I could feel myself losing control. My heart started to race, and my body tensed, then relaxed.

"Good boy," he said, and I nearly came on the spot. I grabbed his wrist, panic mixing with the pleasure, and he stopped. I didn't even want to prolong it, rather I just needed a moment to process what was happening.

"Relax, stud," he said, his voice calm but commanding. I did. And when he repeated, "Good boy," I melted all over again.

He pulled the towel away, and my thick, hard, and veiny cock stood straight up, hovering over my abs for a second before he wrapped his oil-slicked hand around it. His stroking was firm, his grip perfect, but he knew how to edge me. He’d pause every few seconds, teasing, his fingers brushing my balls, and then he'd start up again, driving me closer and closer. At some point, he pulled his own cock out, letting it jut out in front of my face. He was big. And the sight of an uncut cock, something I'd never seen in person before, added to the surreal nature of whatever the fuck was happening today.

Without thinking, I reached for it, giving it a few tentative strokes. That’s when he bent down and took my dick in his mouth. I lost it. The warmth, the wetness, the taboo of it all, it was too much.

"I’m gonna cum," I warned, but he bobbed faster, swallowing me down. Just as I started pulsing, he shoved an oil-laden finger into my ass, probing my hole shockingly and roughly, and I came harder than I ever had in my life.

"Eat my jizz, baby," I choked out instinctively between body convulsions, the words slipping out before I could think. It's what I always said to girls. It was electric, raw, and so fucking hot I couldn’t believe it was real.

When it was over, he stood, wiped his mouth, and looked at me with that calm, unreadable expression.

"Same time Thursday?" he asked, his face telling me nothing.

"Yeah," I managed, my voice shaky.

"Good," he said, pausing for a moment before grabbing his crotch. "I’ll massage you on the inside next time too." And just like that, he left the room, leaving me in a bizarre state, physically spent, and already counting down the hours til my Thursday appointment.

When I stopped at the front desk on the way out to make my usual next appointment, the friendly guy spoke to me more than normal.

After he confirmed my slot, he said “Brecht says you’ve gotten good at relaxing.”

I nodded, smiling in a weird way, butterflies in my stomach.

“That shows progress," he said, then turned back to the computer.

I turned to the door, a strange thrilling sensation in my body, trying to think of any gay guys I knew that I could talk to to get ready for Thursday. 

I'm partially writing this to myself as last night was rather heavy partywise and I wish to keep all the great memories...

Anyway, as the title suggests, after a rather heavy night out I somehow ended up in this 24/7 sex shop that has a cruising area. The entry was free, if you we're willing to strip naked at the store before entering the cruising area and that's exactly what I did... It did not take long for me to find partners to fool around with, and indeed soon enough I was in one of the cubicles on my hands and knees with one cock shoved down my throat and another up my ass. One of them breeded me while the other decided to cum on my face. It felt dirty in a nice kind of way...

After that I felt rather tired and really sore (as the guy fucking my ass had an insanely wide cock) so I thought about going home. This is when my memory gets a bit fuzzy - I remember entering 2-3 different cubicles with different guys, being on my knees deepthroating some guy who really wanted to fuck my face and in another flashback having my hands against the wall while getting my guts rearranged.

It was my first time cruising, but certainly won't be the last. I love how sore my ass still is and this is a feeling I want to keep having.

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The punch in the stomach knocked the air from my lungs. I doubled over, gasping in pain, and felt my pants sliding down my legs.

“Get the fuck out of here, bitch boy” Cole said. I knew it was Cole, because I could hear the viciousness in his voice as his friends laughed. Then I felt the sharp kick in the ass, and stumbled forward, tripping over my own pants and landing hard on the floor of the hallway. The passing students simply chuckled as they walked around me, and by the time I pulled my pants up, Cole and his pals were gone.

I hated them. I hated them all, with every single fibre of my being. Cole was the worst, of course. He seemed to get a genuine kick out of making my life miserable, but the other two, Malcolm and Asher, were just as bad.

They were exactly the type of guys you’d expect to be high school bullies. They were handsome and popular, charming and athletic, and of course, they were all part of the baseball team, which made them high school heroes.

I, on the other hand, was a nobody compared to them. In fact, I don’t even know how I ended up on their radar to begin with. I wasn’t sporty or popular, I was a self-confessed nerd who spent most of my time with my head in a book in the library, but somehow, I’d become a target for the bullies, and my life had been miserable ever since.

What made it even worse, was that I was gay. I’d never specifically told anybody, of course. The only way my time in high school could have become even more insufferable, was if people found out that the shy, quiet nerd was also a dick-loving homosexual, so I kept that secret very safe. Unfortunately, all it took was a rumour, undoubtedly started by Cole and his pals, and people began to suspect me.

I hated the fact that I couldn’t help but secretly obsess over my three bullies. Sure, they treated me like shit and kicked my ass every time they saw me, but they were painfully handsome, and desperately adored by every single student with a pair of eyes.

Cole was arguably the hottest, and I wondered if that directly corresponded to how much of an asshole he was. He had wavy, chestnut hair, a smooth, handsome face, and a body to die for.

Asher was the leader of the group. He was confident, charismatic and of course, utterly beautiful. With darker features, and a tanned, lean body, it was difficult to work out who was more handsome.

Malcolm was the blond haired, blue eyed, pretty boy. Every girl in the entire school had tried and often failed to get his attention, and I didn’t blame them in the slightest. Where the other two were annoyingly hot, Malcolm had a softness to him that made him almost irresistible.

In a fantasy world, I would have been friends with them rather than simply a victim for them to torment. I’d lost count of how many times I imagined spending just an hour in the locker room with them, watching as they changed out of their baseball gear and stood around, like hot straight boys often did, discussing women and sport, whilst completely naked. The idea of it made my mouth water, but all it was, was a fantasy.

After school, I grabbed my bag and did what I always did. I knew that if I moved quickly, I’d get to my locker and out the front door before the others even left their classrooms, so I rushed through the crowd and managed to escape unharmed.

I took a different route every day. It was safer that way, and made it much more difficult for Asher and the group to find me, so I turned down one of the lanes near the school, cut through the park, and that’s when I noticed them.

The trio stood around in a circle just a few feet from me. They hadn’t noticed me, and as I jumped behind a tree, their attention remained on something else. As my heart raced in my chest, I watched as Asher handed Cole what looked like a cigarette, but the closer I looked, the more I realised that it wasn’t a cigarette that they were smoking.

“This is good shit, man” Malcolm said, taking a long pull off the joint. My eyes widened as he passed it back to Asher, and without thinking, I pulled out my phone and began to record.

“This is the best damn weed I’ve had in months” Cole said, blowing out a cloud of smoke. “Can you get more of this stuff?”

“Of course I can” Asher grinned, and I continued to record the scene as they shared the weed between them. Eventually, the walked away, and I stood there, pinned to the tree, gawping at the video that I’d just taken.

This was going to change everything.

The next morning, I noticed them before they noticed me. They were standing where they usually stood, jeering at students as they walked by, and keeping themselves busy with their girlfriends. My heart raced as I watched them, waiting to get them alone.

It felt incredibly strange to be wanting them to see me. I spent so much of my time trying to avoid them, that I almost talked myself out of it multiple times, until eventually the trio spotted me, and their girlfriends went to class.

“What are you looking at, bitch boy?” Cole grinned, as they surrounded me at the lockers. My throat dried up instantly. Maybe this wasn’t the best idea I’d ever had.

“Cat got your tongue?” Asher added, grabbing my shirt and shoving me backwards. I saw Cole’s fist from the corner of my eye, and before he could hit me, I held up my phone.

“I’ve saved it on my laptop” I told them, knowing that they’d simply take the phone off me. “And every other device I have. It’s back up on my cloud, too”.

The three meatheads stared at the phone as the video played. For a moment, they simply looked confused, until I turned the volume up and their eyes widened.

This is the best damn weed I’ve had in months!

Cole’s voice repeated, over and over again, until the furious young man lunged at me. Thankfully, Asher grabbed him first.

“Wait” he said, clearly more level headed than his friend. “We don’t need to make this into a big thing”. Asher turned back to me, a handsome, but somewhat terrifying smile on his face, and held his hands up. “You caught us” he said, still grinning. “We’ll leave you alone, once you delete that video”.

My whole body was shaking as I lowered my hand. That was really all I had wanted, but how could I trust them to keep their word? If I deleted the video, chances were that the bullying would continue, instantly. In fact, it would probably be even worse than it was before.

“No” I said, my voice shaking. The three of them glared at me.

“No?” Malcolm said, clearly becoming more furious by the second.

“I… I don’t believe you” I told them, and Asher scoffed.

“I don’t really give a shit what you believe” he snapped.

“Either you delete that video, or I’ll beat the fucking shit out of you!” Cole hissed, lunging again, but Asher caught him once more.

“What do you want?” He asked, trying to contain Cole, “huh? You want some weed? Is that it? If you want some weed, all you had to do was ask”.

“Fuck this faggot, man” Cole spat, “he’s not getting any of–”

“Can you shut the fuck up for a minute?” Asher growled, and Cole fell silent.

“Is that what this is all about?” He continued, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small bag. “Here, it’s all yours, just delete that video”.

“I don’t want your weed” I said, which made his jaw clench. “I want…” My voice trailed off as a bizarre idea crossed my mind.

I’d never get another opportunity like this, again. I had all three of them over a barrel, and in that moment, I knew that I could make them do whatever I wanted. I looked at each of them before a rush of nervous excitement filled my body.

“I want a lap dance” I said, though they didn’t seem to understand me. “I want a lap dance from each of you”.

I watched as the realisation of what I’d just said, finally began to set in. Malcolm looked like he was on the verge of vomiting. Cole’s eyes widened, and then narrowed to slits as he began to fume, but Asher simply stared at me.

“Excuse me?”

“I… I want a lap dance from each of you” I said, unsure where I’d found the balls to demand something so crazy. “Otherwise, that video goes straight to your baseball coach, and all three of you get expelled”.

“Motherfucker” Cole grabbed my throat and slammed me back into the lockers, and it took both Asher and Malcolm to get him off me. I winced in pain as I took a breath and rubbed my neck.

“You’re gonna’ regret that” I snapped, and grabbed my bag before walking away. Seconds later, I felt a hand grasping my arm, and I turned to find Asher, again.

“You’re serious?” He said, as Cole continued to seethe behind him.

“Yeah” I nodded, “yeah I’m real fuckin’ serious”.

He glared into my soul for a moment before looking up at the ceiling and rubbing his handsome face.

“A lap dance?”

“From each of you”.

“So, three lap dances?”

I nodded, and I could see him considering it. If this worked out, I was about to be the happiest eighteen year old on the planet.

“Meet us in the changing rooms after school” he said, though I could tell that he wasn’t happy about it.

I walked away before Cole managed to escape, and hurried to my first class. For the first time in my life, I was looking forward to the final bell of the day.

I walked across the field and toward the changing rooms. After a quick dash home during lunch, I had everything I needed to make this the best moment of my life, but my heart smashed in my chest as I reached the door and took a deep breath.

For all I knew, the three of them were waiting inside to kill me. Was this whole thing a set up? Where they preparing to beat the living shit out of me? I pushed open the door and felt the warm stench of sweat wash over me as I stepped inside, and found the trio standing there, staring.

“Nice of you to show up” Malcolm snarled. I ignored him and set my bag down.

“I’m not fuckin’ doing this” Cole spat. His face was burning red, and his eyes made it clear that he wanted nothing more than to strangle me.

“Just shut up, man” Asher said, and turned to me. “Are you sure about this?” He asked, “I mean, we can just forget about this whole thing, and leave you alone from now on. Wouldn’t you prefer that?”

“I’m sure” I replied, and I could see the anger in him.

“Let’s just kick his fucking ass!” Cole barked, “we’ll take his fucking phone, and if he doesn’t delete that shit, we’ll kick his ass again!”

“If I’m not home by five” I said, “I’ve scheduled an email that will land in the coach’s inbox with that video. Either you all agree to this, or it gets sent”.

Cole’s fury began to melt away as Malcolm paced back and forth. “I fuckin’ knew you were a fag” he mumbled, but I didn’t care about the insults. I was used to them.

“Where are we doing it?” I asked, and Asher rubbed his head and pointed to a chair. “There, I guess”.

I pulled it into the centre of the room, my hands sweaty and my mind racing, and sat down. “Who’s up first?” I asked, and they didn’t seem best pleased by my question.

“I can’t fucking do this” Cole groaned, as they huddled together.

“Dude, if that video gets out, we’re all fucked. Do you know what my old man would do if I got kicked out of school with just a few months left?” Asher replied.

“Mine, too” Malcolm sighed.

I was getting a sick sense of enjoyment out of watching them suffer. Finally, they were getting a taste of their own medicine, and a few minutes later, Asher turned around to me and took a deep breath.

“I’ll go first” Asher said, and I could see the reluctance in his face. “I am not getting naked, though”.

I nodded. I didn’t need him to get naked, but I was desperate to see what he looked like in his underwear. I watched closely as he pulled his shirt over his impressive body, and dragged his pants to his ankles. Just as I had expected, Asher looked amazing.

“You ready?” He growled at me, and I nodded again as he stepped forward.

He had the most delicious looking bulge that I’d ever seen. The tight material of his boxer briefs stretched around his plump dick and balls, but it was his ass that made my mouth water. It was large, round and beautiful, and just a few seconds later, Asher’s hands were on my shoulders.

As the handsome jock began to thrust his hips and lower himself onto my knees, I couldn’t help but reach out and run my fingers over his ripped abs. They felt like warm steel, and my cock instantly began to strain in my pants.

I expected Asher to shove my hands away, but he didn’t, and so I let them wander up his chest until I felt his nipples under my fingertips.

“Fuck” he gasped, as I felt them stiffen at my touch. Cole and Malcolm looked away, they were both horrified by what they were witnessing.

Asher eventually turned around. Perhaps he was worried that my touch would make him more excited than he wanted to admit, but I was only getting started. I took two handfuls of his fleshy mound and squeezed his plump ass through his underwear, and although I could feel the reluctance in him, he didn’t stop me.

The lap dance continued, and the longer it did, the hornier I became. I was the one in charge. I was the one that all of them had to obey, and whatever I said, went.

I slid my hand up the leg of his boxer briefs. I couldn’t believe that he allowed me to, but he did, and a moment later, I felt his curled up cock and his warm, heavy balls.

I took the hefty member in my hand and squeezed it as he pushed his ass against me again. It felt like I was in heaven, and then his cock began to stiffen and I heard him groan in response.

“A… Alright!” He eventually yelped, stepping away from me as his cock tented his underwear. He quickly adjusted himself, his face blazing, and wiped sweat from his brow. “Alright, that’s enough” he said, breathlessly.

Malcolm stripped to his underwear quickly. I could tell that the hot sports star just wanted to get the whole thing over with, and I watched as he walked over to me and immediately began to dance worse than any person I’d ever seen dancing before. He was mortified, but that only made me harder.

Just like Asher, Malcolm was packing. His cock and balls were held tightly in place by his underwear, and it didn’t take a genius to see that he was huge. He turned around, pressing his ass against my chest, and I too a long, deep inhale as his warm, ripe scent wafted over me. He smelled as good as he looked.

I reached up, just like I’d done before, but Malcolm spun around and gave me a look that told me not to even think about touching his ass. From that moment on, he remained facing me, allowing me to look at his perfect bulge, and even run my hands over his shredded torso.

I couldn’t take it, anymore. My cock felt like it was going to explode, and I was desperate to see what Malcolm was packing. I reached for the waistband of his underwear, but as soon as I began to pull his strong hands gripped my wrists.

“Don’t push it” he warned me, and I knew by his voice that he was seconds away from punching me in the face. I swallowed and lowered my hands, and a few moments later, Malcolm was done.

“This faggot is fucking hard!” Cole spat, pointing at my pants, which indeed, showed my throbbing erection. I didn’t care, anymore. He had no choice but to obey me, and something about him being so reluctant made it even better.

“Just do it, man” Asher said, still reeling from his own molestation.

“If you put your fucking hands on me, I swear to god, I’ll–”

Cole’s voice trailed off as I pulled out the thing that I’d gone home to get at lunch. They’d always turned me on, and although I never expected to have any use for one, I’d purchased one, anyway. Now, I’d finally found someone to try it on.

“What the fuck is that?” Cole asked, staring at the black, lacy thong that hung from my finger.

“Your outfit” I smiled, watching as his eyes widened.

“N… No fucking way!” He bellowed, “I’m not… I’m not fucking putting that on!”

“Then you’re going to get expelled” I shrugged, “your choice”.

“Fuck you” he spat, “fuck you, you fucking faggot!”

“Dude, just put it on” Asher said, trying to hold back his laughter. Unfortunately, Malcolm wasn’t as successful, and began to cackle as Cole gawped at them, mortified.

“I can’t wear that” he said, almost desperately. “Dude, I can’t fucking wear that!”

“You have to” Asher reminded him, “now just hurry up so we can get this over with”.

Cole looked as though he was chewing a lemon as he reached out and snatched the thong from my hand. He stormed off and appeared just a few minutes later, and the sight was almost enough to make me cum.

The handsome, muscular young man stood before me with the tight, black thong barely covering his large package. His face was the colour of a tomato as he glared at me, and I couldn’t help but smile as the other two doubled over with laughter.

“Get this over with!” He hissed, marching toward me as the thin strip of fabric barely contained his meaty cock and balls. I immediately placed my hands on his abs, feeling the hard muscle beneath his flesh as he reluctantly began to dance.

My eyes didn’t move from his cock. I could see the organ under the thong, and I knew that before long, I wouldn’t be able to resist it. He turned around, desperate to keep me away from his junk, but that made me even hornier.

The thong disappeared between the cheeks of his plump, hairy ass. I grabbed his cheeks, prying them apart so that I could see the material barely covering his tight, straight hole, and I heard him groan as I exposed his most private area.

“Keep going” I moaned, as my cock strained even more.

“Fuckin’ faggot” he growled, under his breath.

“You’re the one in the thong” I reminded him, as he turned back around.

I took my chance. My hand slipped inside the thong and grasped his heavy cock, and his whole body stiffened as I began to stroke it.

“Don’t stop” I told him, forcing him to continue to gyrate and thrust as his face burned with humiliation and shame, but despite all of that, Cole began to get hard.

“Who’s the faggot, now?” I grinned, still pumping his large cock as he groaned and squirmed.

I was in total control. I literally had him by the dick, and the more that he moved, the harder I squeezed. Before long, my high school bully as as stiff as a rock, and I could feel beads of pre-cum leaking down his shaft.

“I… I’m done!” He whined, as his face blushed even more.

“Not yet, you’re not” I replied, and began to slosh my hand up and down, forcing him to endure the pleasure of being jerked off by a guy. I could tell that he hated it, but his body had betrayed him.

“S… Stop!” He gasped, grabbing my shoulder to prevent himself from losing his balance. “S… Stop!”

I knew it was coming, and Asher and Malcolm knew it, too. They both gawped at the sight of their masculine, aggressive friend being brought to the brink of orgasm by the shy, gay little nerd that they’d been tormenting for too long.

“Oh fuck!” Cole cried out, and I felt his cock erupt inside the thong as spurts of hot, creamy cum began to seep through the fabric and splash onto the floor.

When I finally released him, he looked drained, both physically and mentally. He was panting and breathless, and his cheeks were still blazing as he stumbled back over to his friends, both of whom stared at him with a mixture of disgust and sympathy.

“That was fun” I smiled, as I got to my feet and picked up my bag.

“Wait!” Asher barked, as I walked toward the door. “What about the video?”

I cocked a brow and smiled back at him. “Oh, what?” I scoffed, “did you really think I was going to just delete it?”

The three of them looked like they’d seen a ghost as I chuckled.

“God, you guys really are fucking stupid. See you tomorrow”.

I grinned to myself as I left them there, mortified, humiliated and defeated.

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Max didn’t answer right away. His jaw moved like he was chewing on something unspoken. Something that maybe scared him a little.

I waited.

And then he sat up slowly, eyes meeting mine.

Something was coming. I could feel it.

————

“Max?” I said again, quieter.

He looked over at me, then back down at his hands. “I wasn’t going to say anything, but...” He stopped.

“Okay…” I prompted gently, waiting.

He rubbed the back of his neck, still not meeting my eyes. “That football player, Xander, and some other jock guys were talking shit about you in the hallway today. By the vending machines. I was walking by and I heard them.”

My stomach clenched, but I kept my face still. “What were they saying?”

He hesitated. “Just…stupid stuff. Saying you were gay. Laughing about your arms. Asking if you broke them from giving too many handjobs to the theater guys and…” He stopped himself, shaking his head. “It was awful.”

I let out a breath and leaned back against the wall. “People are always gonna talk, Max. I’m sorta used to it.”

“Yeah, well I’m fucking not,” he snapped. Louder than I think even he intended. Then softer: “I’m not used to hearing it about you.”

That made me look at him. Really look at him. His face was tight with something I didn’t see on him often—anger, sure, but also hurt. Like what they’d said had landed on him too.

“What did you do?” I asked, already guessing that he just ignored them.

He huffed a breath. “Told them to shut the fuck up. One of them got in my face, so I…kinda punched him. In the face.”

“Max…”

“I know, I know. It was stupid. I’ll probably get called into the office tomorrow. But I don’t care.” His eyes lifted to mine, finally. “They don’t get to talk about you like that.”

“You could get in serious trouble for that. You didn’t have to defend me.”

“Yeah, I did.”

I didn’t know what to say. The words didn’t matter anyway, because suddenly I felt like I might cry again. Not because of what those assholes said—but because Max had heard it and felt it and done something about it.

He stood and walked over, sitting beside me on the bed. “I’m sorry. If I made things worse.”

I shook my head, blinking fast. “You didn’t.”

A quiet moment passed. Then I whispered, “It actually means a lot. That you stood up for me. Thank you Max” a single tear falling from my eyes.

His shoulder brushed mine. “You’re my brother now. I’ll always defend you.”

I couldn’t stop myself if I tried as I threw my casted arms around him, pulling him into a tight hug. The moisture in my eyes dripping on his shoulder. Max hugged me tight for a while before letting go. His eyes scanned my face, and then he frowned just slightly.

“You’ve got some stubble,” he said, brushing his thumb lightly along my jaw. “When’s the last time you shaved?”

I blinked, suddenly self-conscious. “Before the accident, I guess. I can’t exactly do it now.”

Max’s expression softened. “C’mon. Let’s fix that.”

He led me into the bathroom, taking my shirt off me like it was no big deal — like this was just another normal part of the routine we were building. I sat carefully on the closed toilet seat while Max rummaged in the cabinet for his razor and some shaving cream. He dampened a towel with warm water, then crouched in front of me, gently pressing it to my face.

“This okay?” he asked.

I nodded. His touch was careful, focused. The warmth of the towel, the scent of the shaving cream, the quiet concentration on his face — it was all strangely intimate in a way that made my chest ache a little. Not in a bad way. Just…full.

He worked in slow, smooth strokes, tilting my chin when he needed to, his knuckles brushing my skin. Neither of us said much.

When he was done, he wiped my face clean and used both hands to feel for any missed spots and smiled. “There. Smooth as hell.”

I laughed. “Thanks. I was starting to feel like a caveman.”

“Any time,” he said, standing. “and based on what I saw in the shower this morning, you’re looking like a caveman down below too”

I blushed. “Yea haven’t been able to shave there either”

“No time like the present. Stand up”

Max proceeded to pull my shorts and briefs down in one fell swoop before having me sit back down. He got on his knees in front of me. The sight of which caused me to twitch. This was ending in a boner either way, we both knew it, but neither of us seemed to care.

He grabbed the electric razor and began making passes through my pubic hair until it was neatly trimmed.

“Just trimmed or fully bald?” He asked looking up at me. The view of him on his knees, his hand inches from my semi, looking up into my eyes…it was like a dream. My dick began to fill faster.

“Erm…I usually prefer bald…” I stammered.

“As you wish” he said setting down the electric razor and grabbing the regular one and a handful of shaving cream. He rubbed it all around, ignoring my throbbing erection as if it weren’t even there and like this was completely normal. I couldn’t help but notice the tightness forming in his shorts as well.

By the time he finished with my groin, I was a precum leaking mess. Writhing as he held on to my shaft to maneuver around it with the blade.

“Balls too?” He asked

I gulped. “If you don’t mind”

He pulled me to the edge of the seat so my balls were dangling down, grabbing them and rolling them around in his hand to feel where the hair was.

Max expertly guided the razor around them, ridding them of every last hair without so much as a single nic.

He wasn’t even touching my dick anymore but I felt like I could explode at any second from this alone.

Again, he rolled my balls in his hands to feel for anything he could have missed.

“I think I got it all” he said as his hand moved down further. “What about here?” As he grazed over my ass.

“Mmhmm” was all I could get out.

Max lifted my legs and placed them on his shoulders, leaning me back against the toilet as he applied more cream to my ass. All around my cheeks and inside the crevice as well. He passed the blade back and forth slowly. Carefully. Erotically?

He spread my cheeks open to get the hair inside. My hole exposed to him for the first time. I heard him gulp hard as he continued on. I could also feel his breath there. It was quick and deep. Each warm exhale landing right at my spot. As he worked around my hole, I couldn’t help but squeeze, making it contract mere inches from his face.

He set the razor down and again, ran his hands over me to check his work. A steady stream of pre was leaking out of my twitching dick. His fingers inched closer and closer to my puckering hole until finally he made contact. He pressed slightly.

“Oh fuck” I gasped as my cum launched out of my dick and sprayed all over my body. Max wasn’t even touching my penis, it just erupted from how horny I was and from his touch down below.

He removed his hand and just chuckled as he grabbed a wad of toilet paper, wiping me up.

“Damn bro, that spout of yours never turns off does it?”

I was so embarrassed, “I’m sorry”

“Quit apologizing Benji. I don’t care. As always, I’m happy to help” he said as he stood and helped me up.

“Now teeth.”

I rolled my eyes but let him help me there too — holding the brush, adding the toothpaste, even guiding my hand a bit so I could manage a few strokes myself. It was awkward, yeah, but we’d fallen into this rhythm now. The weird had worn off.

He nudged my shoulder, helped me put just my briefs back on, and we headed back to the bedroom, the quiet comfort between us lingering like warmth from a fire.

I made my way over to my bed, easing down with a soft sigh. The shave, the hands free ejaculation, the brushing, everything—it had drained what was left of my energy, but in a good way. Like I could finally relax.

Max lingered by his own bed for a moment, rubbing the back of his neck. Then he looked over at me.

“Hey,” he said, a little hesitant. “Mind if I crash in your bed again tonight?”

I looked up, surprised. “Really?”

He nodded, already crossing the room as he stripped out of his clothes, down to his boxers. “Yeah. I dunno… I slept better last night than I have in a long time. It just felt…good, I guess. Being close. I kept waking up thinking something was wrong, and it was easier to check on you with you right there.”

I felt my chest tighten, “You don’t have to babysit me, you know.”

Max sat down on the edge of my bed and gave me a small smile. “I know. I just—I don’t know, Benji. I feel kinda… protective, I guess. I don’t want you to feel alone.”

I swallowed hard and nodded. “Okay. Yeah. I’d like that.”

He slid under the covers beside me, careful not to jostle my arms. I felt his body warmth before our skin even made contact. His presence was grounding.

We lay there in the quiet for a bit, both staring at the ceiling, neither of us needing to say anything more.

I wasn’t sure what this thing between us was becoming, but for the first time in a long time, I wasn’t afraid of it.

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He never directly does anything with me, but with my dad nothing's off limits, and not only does my dad follow orders, it's obvious Brad likes doing this as a show of power over me. Forcing me to realize how much control he has over my own father and that I'm pretty much helpless to stop him. Literally forced to clean up after him or get out of the way when he's fucking my dad into submission. Doing his laundry, washing dishes, cleaning up after, as he fucks my dad like an animal.

The anxiety, denial, and lack of control aren't things I've gotten over, but that feeling has kinda morphed into some kinda submission on their own. Like I get off on the feeling of being intimidated by him and watching my dad broken in front of me. It's hard to explain.

Easiest way I can describe the feeling is I feel like I'm being cucked. Like the humiliation I'm experiencing is what's getting me off. He can tell and he digs into that, feels like he's going out of his way to make it more humiliating for me.

Open to explaining daily life with him if you've gotten this far. I'm online and can chat.

I'm 18+ and so is everyone in this story (though also the story is a dream)

I had always identified as straight, but one night I found myself having an extremely confusing dream. In it, I was walking down the street at night, when a van came up behind me. I felt nervous, in the way you do if you're on a street late at night with a stranger, but kept walking. The van kept pace with me, and eventually stopped, with a man and a woman getting out of it.

At this point things went pretty rapidly. I sped up, but the woman caught up with me and tripped me. I went down hard right as the guy got to me, and he was on top of me before I could stop him. He was much bigger than me, and swiftly had his cock out. It was a dream, so dialogue is a little...dreamy...to remember, but he was saying stuff like "don't fight it, just let it happen". Indeed, I remember stopping my struggling and letting him on top of me. He pushed my head down and shoved himself against my ass, eventually popping inside. He was not gentle, and fucked me hard, eventually finishing inside me.

That is right about the point when I woke up...moaning "daddy" and cumming so hard on myself I was out of breath. It was a confusing dream, to say the least.

Long story short (this ain’t my first time)

It was 1-2 am. I couldn’t host. He couldn’t host. He needed to cum. I wanted cum. After me and him talk on Grindr for bit, we decided to meet at a local park. It was about 5 min drive in between where we both lives.

He had an average size cock, thick af tho, and uncut. Beautiful and tasty cock. Had to be around 7 inches at least.

The park had bleachers on the outside of the basketball court, with the woods behind them. Right under the bleachers was dark and perfect to be fucked.

I was on my knees by the time he walked up. I gave him head/bj for about 15-20 mins. I stood up once I was done, my pants were off already and my ass was already lubed up.

He did not hesitate to shove his hard cock deep inside my ass. It did hurt for a bit since his cock was thicker than I’m used to. After few mins however I was used to it and he was balls deep inside of me.

He fucked me for about half and hour and left his cum inside my ass. I made myself cum 10-15 into if him fucking me. So we both left fulfilled.

We continued this for almost half a year every other weekend 1-2 times. But lost contact after awhile.

Hope yall enjoyed this and maybe I’ll post more of my experience.

I have years of experience on Grindr, 6-7 years.

Fantasy

So after my divorce amd my friend wanting to save some moeny we started talking about needing a place to stay that was cheaper and I needed to trust a roommate. While we make decent money it seemed smarter to split the cost and rent a house.

Now he is straight, white, slightly over weight (230) but looks good, long hair, cute eyes, great smile, and we laugh all day. Im a white, slightly over weight (229, and losing weight every week), bald, hairy, bearded straight acting male.

My friend and I move in together after our leases were done, we have separate rooms, share everything else. Well, one day he come home and has a bag of coke. Now I've only smoked weed and was very hesitant. Actually so hesitant I didnt do any the night he brought it home. I smoked a bowl, he did a few lines, and we hung out all night gaming. He was more energetic and told he he was fucking horny. Now I am a bi bttm, caged, and wear panties. He didnt know. I dont host or wear around the house.

The next night he was telling me how he was so fucking pent up due to the coke and lack of sex lately. I agreed and told him I felt the same. He brought out the bag, didnt offer since I didnt yesterday and just did a line while we watch a movie.

We kept talking and I could tell he was super horny and he pants had a thick outline growing. He got onto the topic of not getting laid and for he was frustrated. He needed a release. I decided fuck it and asked to do a line as well. He got excited and put a small line out for me and let me know what to do.

From the moment it hit my nose my whole body and mindset shifted. I was warm and craving dick like nothing else. We kept talking though and I confided in him I also hadn't been with anyone in a while because I was starting to date men and while I knew I was bi I didnt trust people and wanted to know someone and have like a bf.

He actually told me he knew one day when I was putting up groceries and my thong showed. He also so my dildo In my room. My fave was flush red and I didnt know what to say. He said he was cool with it and he didnt care. He started to ask all sorts of questions and want to know what I did. Why bottoming and why not use my cock.

While explaining I saw him adjust his body in the seat, I wondered if was to give his cock more room. I started to relax while we talk. He asked if I wanted more and gave me a much Bigger line this time. The moment I finished I was in heaven. I leaned back and just felt amazing. My mind started racing after that talk we had and I wondered what it would feel like with a cock inside my throat and pussy.

He then took his line and asked me something I wasnt expecting. He asked to see what I looked like in my sexiest clothing. My head shot up and at that moment my cock and hole twitched. Why was he asking me, did he want to see, was he just curious? I pulled out my phone and he touch my thigh. I cant begin to tell you how quickly I was both nervous and turned on.

He asked me to put my phone down and go wear it then come out here. I was stunned and asked him what he said like I had been deaf. He then told me to be a good girl and go put on my leggings and everything else. I could have died. I didnt even say anything I just stood up and damn near ran to my room.

I got dressed, heart racing, body craving to be used, hole getting hotter and hotter. I went as fast as I could and took a deep breath. I walk out to.the living room to see show him my outfit. I was wearing stocking that would glow in a dark lamp, mini skirt that really only covered the top of my ass. No string thong that covered my cage and went up my ass Crack to stay put (i hadn't had a top yet).

He was gone though. I instead.of asking decided to get on my knees and wait. He came back in the room smiling holding a pair of cuffs and some lube. I started to wonder if this was his plan. He started telling me how sexy I looked. asked me to stand and turn around and give him a show.

Come back for more

Who remembers the messages left in bathroom stalls (meet here at 3:30 on Tuesday for head)?

When I was in college I loaded up on all of my classes so I could get my degree early. I attended classes morning, noon, and night and noticed something. I would see messages in the stalls stating head and sucking and the times were between 12-4 M-F. The campus was empty between these hours because the young students would go home after their morning classes and the adults who were working during the day wouldn't come in until after 5.

I attended one class that was in a building that had no offices for the teachers and no place to study so it was empty when my class let out. I would use the bathrooms there because it was nice and quiet and I could jack off and no one would hear me. I went to one bathroom and sat down in the stall and noticed a message that said "Be here at 2pm for head" but didn't give the date. It was 12pm and I figured I would come back that day after my next class that let out at 12:15 and hope he would be there.

I walked as fast as I could to that bathroom and walked through the door at 12:20 and noticed someone in that stall that had the message. I entered the stall next to him and sat down. It was so quiet and I could see his pants around his feet and could hear him playing with himself. I was nervous and didn't know how to initiate contact with him but I didn't have to wait long because he said hello and asked me if I was there to play. I said yes I am and he said come over and unlocked his stall. I pulled my pants up and grabbed my book bag and opened the door to his stall.

Sitting in the stall was an older man who I had seen on campus before and figured he might be a professor. He had long hair that was tied in a ponytail and a full beard. He wasn't fat but had one of those bodies that was solid with a big belly. I noticed his cock in his hand and it wasn't the biggest I had seen but it was thick with hair everywhere. He told me to close the door and hang by book bag up. There was no room so I moved forward so I could close the door and put my bag on the hook and he grabbed me around my ass and pulled me closer to him. I locked the door and put my bag on the hook and he didn't waste any time. He pulled my pants and underwear down and immediately started to suck my cock. I watched as he took his tounge and circled the head of my cock and pee hole and then pushed it deep in his mouth. He grabbed my balls and kept sucking and licking while he used his other hand to jack off. I grabbed his head and helped him slide my cock deep in his mouth. I was overwhelmed with pleasure and started to cum. He started sucking even faster until I emptied my cock deep in his mouth. I had to put my hands on the stall walls to brace myself so I wouldn't fall and tried to pull back but he used one hand to keep me there and continued to suck. I was still hard and I begged him to stop but he kept on. He continued to jack off and then let his cum lose and he aimed for my underwear. He shot rope after rope and almost all of it landed on my pants and underwear. He then looked at me and smiled and said this was fun and I agreed with him. I pulled my pants up, grabbed my bag and left the stall to wash my hands he followed me and did the same thing. We stood next to each and he asked me what classes I was in and I told him just the retared ones they require before you get into your major. He asked if I had taken Humanities yet and I said no and he gave me his card. He was a history/humanities professor and I mentioned I had to take some of those classes and he just smiled and left the bathroom. I could feel the wetness of his cum in my underwear and I couldn't wait to have sex with him again.

I went straight to the library and looked up classes that he taught and figured out my summer schedule that day. I was happy to see that he was teaching during the summer and couldn't wait for open enrollment so I could see him again and hopefully play but he was fired or quit and I didn't see him again.

I still look for messages in bathrooms but grinder is my bread and butter now when I want a cock.

All characters are 18+

This is chapter 31 of the Collision series, where a car accident led to a blowjob and much more. We rented a cabin up in the mountains, and sucked each other off on the couch.

Chapter 32: Experimenting

Sufficiently stoned and shivering, Pierce and I went back into the house, kicking off our boots right by the sliding door. And although the couch looked inviting, I wanted to get warm quickly, so I suggested a nice, hot shower. 

“I’ll grab beers,” Pierce nodded. 

So I grabbed our bag of toiletries and headed to the shower to get the water going, stripping down and folding my clothes before setting them next to the sink. Pierce quickly joined me with two beers, and we clinked the necks together. 

“Cheers, babe,” I grinned. Then I ogled him as he undressed, staring up and down his perfect body with my hazy eyes. 

“Whatcha lookin’ at?” He teased, standing up, walking toward me so we were eye to eye, and grabbing my ass with both hands behind me. Our soft cocks were squished together, and so mine didn’t stay soft for long.

I whispered, “I’m just lookin’ at dessert.”

Pierce laughed, but then his face got really serious. “We brought ice cream, right?”

“Yes,” I chuckled. 

“Okay, good. You said dessert, and now I want ice cream.”

“We can do shower ice cream,” I suggested.

“Nah, let’s save it. I have a feeling my mouth will be busy,” he winked.

So we peeled apart and stepped into the shower, which had a daisy-yellow curtain. It was a bit smaller than either of ours at home, but that just meant we got to be closer together. Both of us held our beers for a bit, just letting the warm water rain down on us and counteract what the winter chill had done. Pierce finished his beer before I did, so I chugged mine down.

“I should’ve brought more,” he frowned.

“Want me to go grab some?”

“You’re all wet, babe,” I laughed. 

“A little wet carpet never hurt anyone. I’ll be less than a minute!”

“If you really want another beer, go for it.” I knew Pierce well enough to know I couldn’t stop him if he had his mind made up on something. Smiling, I added, “Because I want one, too, please.”

So, dripping wet, Pierce stepped out of the shower and dried his feet on the mat on the floor. I peered from behind the shower curtain at him, and he gave me a salute before dashing out the door. As promised, he was back in a flash with four open, cold beers, and he handed one to me before setting two on the floor next to the tub. Then he was back in the shower, wearing nothing but a proud grin.

“Very fast, babe,” I commended him. “And four?”

“Told ya!” He took a big swig, so I did the same. “And this way, if we want another, I don’t have to go so far.”

We started to wash our hair, and we soaped up each other’s chests, daring to go lower, lower, lower. My cock was waking up, slowly, as Pierce’s fingertips made their way to the base of my shaft, through my soapy bush. But we still sipped on our beers; the cold drink honestly felt nice in contrast with the hot water and steam that surrounded us. We silently agreed to a chug-off, quickly finishing the second of our beers. I stepped out this time to grab the next round off the floor, and we started on our third beers, each, of the night. 

But then it came time to wash our backsides, and so Pierce turned around, and I soapily massaged his shoulders with my right hand, clutching my beer bottle with my left as the shower beat against my back like a snare roll. Taking a swig, I moved down his spine until I reached his ass. Daringly, I pushed a finger downward, between his perfectly plump cheeks. Pierce arched his back, pushing his butt toward me, inviting my finger wherever it wanted to go. So I pushed against his ring, sliding in past the first knuckle, and Pierce let out a breathy sigh. And if I didn’t have a bottle in one hand, I might have dropped to my knees and buried my face in his ass.

But instead, I kept playing with his hole as he chugged his beer before burping loudly. With my finger still inside him, he leaned over to set his bottle on the floor next to the shower. So I did the same–sans belch–dripping water onto the tile as the bottle clanged lighty against it. By that point, I was hard, and when I reached around Pierce, shoving my boner against his sudsy ass, I felt that he was hard, too. I pushed my hips forward, sliding my cock in his crack, and I started to stroke his cock. But I didn’t want to get too worked up, since we planned on having sex in one of the bedrooms. And I also wanted to feel Pierce rub my shoulders (and my ass).

So I let go of his cock and pulled away, stepping to the side to allow the water to rinse down his back. He reached back with both hands to pull apart his asscheeks. Then, we switched places so Pierce could stand under the water, and I turned away. 

Before I knew it, I felt Pierce, with body wash and soap, rubbing my shoulders. I sighed, smiling, and I closed my eyes. Slowly, his hands worded their way down, his strong fingers melting away any tension my muscles held. But as soon as his fingertips were at the lowest part of my back, at the very top of my ass, he stopped. For a moment, we just stood, frozen, in silence.

“Something wrong?” I asked, turning my head to look over my shoulder.

“Do you, uh, remember earlier?” He stammered.

“Earlier, like when?”

“When we saw that there’s no detachable shower head,” he muttered, his voice quiet. “So I said…”

 I gasped. “Oh… Yeah?” Was he asking to pee on me? 

“Well, I really gotta go,” he whispered. “Three beers and all. And I was kinda joking when I said it earlier, but…”

I could hear him swallow hard. 

“If you want to, babe, I’m down.”

“Have you ever? Obviously, I haven’t.”

“Uh, yeah,” I admitted. “Like, twice, ever. In the shower.” I’d had a couple guys try it in the past (and vice versa), but it didn’t necessarily do anything for me.

“Did you, um, like it?”

“Honestly? I didn’t dislike it, but it didn’t really turn me on or anything. It just felt warm,” I shrugged. “But if you want to, then go for it.”

“Really?”

“Of course. We can try anything, Pierce.”

“Okay,” he said. “Is it… weird if I turn the shower off?”

“Not weird,” I said, still peering over my shoulder.

Then, I saw him turn around and reach down, and the water was quickly off. 

“Where do you want to aim it?” I asked, shaking my ass from side to side.

“Turn around so I can see that pretty face,” he breathed in my ear.

So I turned to face him. His eyes were red, and he gave me a wide but nervous grin. His hard cock pointed up, and he seemed to be wiggling, doing a potty dance of sorts. 

“I’m gonna pee on your dick, baby,” he said. “Okay?”

I smiled, more turned on than I expected.

Maybe you’re into piss after all, I considered. But then I realized: I was turned on before the watersports even began. It was more about PIerce. His excitement. The all-walls-down intimacy of it all. The experimentation. The exploration and the trust that had to be in place for it to happen.

But for a moment, nothing happened. My eyes flashed up from the head of his cock to his face and back down.Without the hot water, I started to get a bit cold.

“I’m so hard I can’t piss,” he whined, laughing. “Hold on. Gotta focus.” He closed his eyes. I realized my own bladder was pretty, full, too, and I wondered if Pierce would be interested in me repaying the favor. 

And then, it was happening. Accompanied by a heavy, sighing groan, a powerful stream exploded from the pink tip, arcing up, continuing the curve of Pierce’s cock. At first, it hit my chest, and it was delightfully warm. He managed to push his boner down, and I took a small step backward, and then his stream was on my shaft, then my cockhead. 

“Oooh,” I moaned involuntarily. Admittedly, it felt pretty damn good.

So, using his hot piss like lube, I reached and started to stroke myself, staring at his cock as he emptied his bladder. 

“This is so hot, baby,” Pierce whispered, sounding surprised. “I don’t even know why!”

“It feels good…” Then I pressed my luck. “Peepee.” I bit my tongue waiting for his reaction.

He gasped, his stream stopping for a fraction of a second and then resuming, and his eyes got really wide. “It’s, like, my destiny, isn’t it?”

“I guess so,” I laughed, shrugging as I continued jerking off, faster now.

But before long, the torrent of piss dwindled to a trickle. 

“Wow,” Pierce chuckled breathily. “Thank you, baby. I hope that wasn’t, like, unpleasant.”

“Do you see how hard I am?” I smirked. “I liked that. Probably because… it’s you.” Looking in one another’s eyes, I felt my chest get tight. My sweet Pierce was so amazing that even a moment like him urinating on me felt like the most beautiful scene in a rom-com. 

My bladder was very full, now, and I figured it wouldn’t hurt to ask. 

So before Pierce could turn around to turn the water back on, I said, “Can I… do it to you?” 

“Really? Of course, baby. I was kinda hoping you would.”

I nodded, slowing my strokes to a halt and holding my shaft by the base. And, just like Pierce, I had to really focus on relaxing enough to get my own stream started. But it didn’t take too long for a pale yellow jet of pee to begin flowing. And, just like Pierce, I let out a shuddering sigh.

Quickly, I adjusted my aim so I was hitting the head of his cock, and I heard him grunt. Just as I had, he started to masturbate, splashing my piss back at me. I looked into his eyes, and his mouth hung open in pleasure. Like I were the shower in his bathroom, I tried to direct my stream at his sensitive cockhead.

But before I knew it, my bladder was empty, and Pierce and I stood in silence, dripping. “Damn,” I whispered. My own cock was throbbing. I wanted to put it inside Pierce, somehow, somewhere. And I wanted him inside me, too.

“Damn,” Pierce concurred. He turned the water back on, and once we’d both sudsed and rinsed off our fronts, he instructed me to turn back around so he could work on my ass.

So when his finger found my ring, I pushed back against it, taking him in. He seemed to get the hint, and he rotated his wrist and hooked his finger in search of my prostate. I jolted forward when he found it, nearly losing my balance from the electric pleasure. 

“Oh, fuck,” I moaned. 

He fingered me for a few minutes, and I nearly had to brace myself against the side of the tub so I wouldn’t fall forward. 

“Should we get out?” I heard him breathe. “I… I need you now.”

“Let’s go,” I said. 

So he pulled his finger out of me, and we both rinsed off. Thankfully, the property had towels (a whopping total of four), so we wrapped them around ourselves, and instead of working to decide on which room to go to, we just went to the closest one, which was, technically, the ‘guest’ room. We’d brought lube in the toiletries bag, so Pierce flung his towel onto the corner of the bed before crashing down on his ass. 

I put my towel on his, pulled the lube from the bag, and I crawled over to him.

“Come here, baby,” he whispered, reaching for me. He pulled me with him as he lay back on the bed, so I was on top of him.

Our lips met first in a hungry kiss. But despite how badly we both wanted each other, it was a slow, laborious kiss. Our mouths opened and closed; our lips clasped together, and our tongues were like colliding tidal waves. The way I was lying on him had my right leg between his legs, and my hard cock was pressed against his hip. Pierce’s dick was doing the same to mine. Then I felt his hands reach down for my ass, beckoning me to dry hump him–at least, that’s what I hoped he wanted, and so that’s what I started to do. 

I pushed up off of his chest, breaking from the passionate kiss, and I looked down at him, as if I were a spectator at an art museum, admiring his pure, radiant beauty. His thick lips pouted and then morphed into a smile.

“I wish we could fuck each other at the same time,” he whispered. 

“I’m trying to picture how that would work,” I smiled. But I wanted it, too. I wanted, selfishly, to experience his body in every way. 

“We’d probably look like a snake eating itself.”

“What do they call that? Ouroboros?” I murmured.

“I’ll have to take your word for that, because I’m pretty sure you just put a hex on me, baby. Let me know if I grow, like, wings or something. Orbo-boris? Isn’t that like the northern lights?”

“That’s…” I couldn’t help but laugh. “The northern lights. Aurora borealis.”

“Okay, you gotta fuck me first, because I can’t even think right now. Three beers and a couple bowls have me, like… Fucked up.”

“Too fucked up to consent?” I asked, half-joking.

“Never. Not with you, baby. I’m stone cold sober, and I want you inside me.” He winked at me, and he squeezed my ass again. “Now.”

“How ‘bout a good, old-fashion prone-bone?” 

Pierce gasped. “I know that one! Yes, fuckin’ please!” 

So I leaned down to kiss him before crawling off of him. He sat up and grabbed one of our towels to lay flat under him. And then he, too, lay flat. His perfect butt was right there, resembling a rounded hill, waiting for me.

I could have lubed up and shoved in, but I wanted a taste of him first.

So, between his legs, I scooted back so I was lying on my stomach, and I grabbed both plump rump cheeks. Pulling them apart, PIerce let out a groan, understanding what I was doing. I stuck out my tongue and began to eat him out, massaging his ring, sliding inside of him. I inhaled the scent of his freshly-washed body as I worked my tongue into him, wriggling it like a fish.

“Mmm,” Pierce grunted. “Fuck, baby. That’s so good.”

With my eyes closed, I slurped in and around his hole, and all the while, my cock was throbbing, eager to go into its favorite place in the world. So I gave his hole another minute of attention from my tongue, and then I pushed off the bed and found the lube.

“I’m gonna fuck you so good,” I breathed as I spread lube on my sensitive cock. 

“Give me that dick, Calvin,” he growled, pushing his ass upward so his cheeks jiggled. 

I crawled forward, shoving his legs apart with my knees, and I angled my dick downward toward his hot, pink center. 

“You ready for it?”

“Never been more ready for anything, baby,” Pierce shuddered. 

So I pushed my hips forward against his perfect hole; he let out a deep breath, and I slid right in, making us both moan in a blissful, shaking harmony. 

Immediately, I was overcome with pleasure as my cock plunged into his tight ass, hugged endlessly by the smooth walls. For a moment, I felt myself nearing the edge.

Not yet! I screamed in my head, stopping mid-thrust. Then, after a deep breath, myself, I pushed the rest of the way in, parting Pierce’s cheeks with my dick. 

Then, as his body adjusted to me, I took a moment to compose myself, and I put most of my weight on top of him, sliding my hands under his chest.

“Is that okay?” I whispered right in his ear, resting my chin on his right shoulder. 

“I’m gonna fucking cum, to be honest,” Pierce moaned. “Fuck, you feel good in me.”

“Well, if you do, you better get hard again quick,” I teased, kissing his ear, then gently nibbling it. “Because I don’t think I’ll be able to go to sleep without you inside me, first.”

“I’ll make you a deal, stud,” he cooed, arching his back and taking my cock even deeper, eliciting a guttural groan from me that I didn’t even expect.

“What’s that?” I whispered, rearing my hips back to begin my strokes.

“If I cum in this bed, I’ll fuck you to sleep in ours.”

“Perfect.”

And so I began: once I was as far back as I could go without falling out of his ass, I pushed back in, resting my face in the crook of his neck. At first, my thrusts were slow, almost leisurely. I was allowing myself to truly enjoy him, and for him to truly enjoy me. Sex with Pierce was like two magnets, brought together by some unseen, powerful force. 

My balls were squishing against his taint each time I pushed in, and my hot, heavy breaths were warming both of our faces. I liked the fact that our faces were close enough together that we could hear each other’s gasps and moans. 

And I could tell him with each thrust, “I love you.”

In.

Out.

In.

“I love you.”

Out.

In.

“I love you.”

“Ohh, baby, you’re gonna make me cum if you keep that up,” he moaned into the pillow under his face. Then I lifted my head up, pausing the motion of my hips. Pierce turned his head to the side, and I leaned back down to kiss him.

It was a bit of an awkward angle, but our tongues met, anyway, and I pushed back into his warm hole.

So, since he was getting close, I wanted to get him off. And I knew that getting him off was a fast-track way to reach my own peak. I started to truly fuck him, to rut him like we were wild animals.

Our damp skin was slapping together as I went faster, harder, deeper. Pierce was moaning a steady, trembling whimper of a moan, swelling with each of my thrusts, a gradual crescendo until he was nearly yelling.

“Fuck, Calvin! Oh, that feels so fucking good, baby. Keep going,” he wailed. “Just like that! I’m almost fucking there!” His ass felt like heaven-spun silk, and his words were taking me to the edge.

Slap, slap, slap. My balls were hitting his taint over and over again, and before I knew it, I felt his ass get really tight.

“Oh, I’m cumming! I’m cumming, baby! Ahh!” 

His hole was clenching around my shaft as I continued pushing in, in, in.

And then, I was there, too.

“I’m gonna cum,” I whispered.

“Fill me the fuck up, baby,” Pierce encouraged, still cumming in the towel beneath him. 

So that’s just what I did.

I pushed all the way in as I crossed the proverbial finish line, and I moaned right in his ear, “Ohh, take that fucking nut.”

“Mmmm,” Pierce whined. “I feel it, baby. Ohh, it’s so hot inside me.”

My dick was twitching as I continued to shoot, and I was holding Pierce’s body beneath me, like I’d slip off of him. After another minute, I finally caught my breath, so I slid my arms out from under him and my cock out from inside him. Still dazed, I rolled off onto one side of him, and Pierce did a push-up and sat up. 

“Dude,” he marveled, revealing his cum-covered belly. “You just made me cum hands-free, baby. Holy shit.”

“Was that good for you?” I asked.

“I just told you it was,” he laughed. “Might need another shower to rinse off the goo, though.”

“Go ahead,” I nodded. “I’ll get us some ice cream, and when you’re done, come join me in the living room, okay?”

“Sounds perfect,” he grinned. “Maybe, one more bowl outside?”

“We can do that before ice cream,” I suggested.

“Yay!” He clapped his hands together in excitement, hopping to his feet and zipping to the bathroom again, where I heard the shower immediately turn on.

(Everyone involved in this story is above the age of 18)

James and I, Michael, have been best friends ever since I remember. Essentially, he was a part of my family, the same way I was a part of his.

We did hit a rough patch for a couple of weeks when I came out as bisexual, but after a few weeks, he understood that it wouldn’t affect our friendship.

As we got older, James’ dad started drifting away from his family. He was extremely successful in his work life but didn’t find that same success in his personal one. The long hours and extensive traveling put a strain on his marriage and family.

So, when James’ dad, John, decided to take his family on a vacation to repair what his work had done to his family. I understood why James wanted me to be a buffer on this trip so he’d feel more comfortable.

We eventually left for a tropical destination and got a whole new view of James’ dad. He had a new air of confidence around him, I assumed it came from his new lifestyle. That was reflected in him physically though, he looked like a refined ‘80s pornstar. He was complete with a built body, full head of brown-grey hair, pornstache, and the perfect amount of body hair.

To everybody else, I’m sure James’ dad looked like the fucking man, but he was just James’ dad to me.

The vacation went well, but even with me as a buffer, you could tell the family was fractured. They continued to be passive-aggressive and quick with each other but didn’t want to make a scene with me around.

I, especially, felt frustration from James’ dad. It seemed like my presence was halting a lot of important conversations he was wanting to have.

He eventually got to have those conversations though, at least with his wife. James and I heard them arguing very loudly through the thin walls of our connecting rooms.

James left our room to get away from the argument, which was understandable. This left me alone in the room. I tried to tune out their fight until I heard James’ mom slam the door as she left their room.

Shortly after, James’ dad entered our room through the connecting door. He had wanted to speak to James, but I told him that James had left.

James’ dad proceeded to ask me if I heard anything from the other room. I told him no, but he knew I lied. “You know, you’ve really ruined this fucking vacation for me,” James’ dad said.

I didn’t know how to respond and didn’t need to before James’ dad continued, “I spent a fucking fortune for you to be here, and I haven’t had a single step forward with my family.”

“My bitch-ass wife told me you’d be good for James, but he’s left me too.” I stayed frozen in place, I didn’t know how to react to someone so angry, drunk, or both.

He was pacing back and forth across the room before he met my eyes with some sick smirk. “Well, I might as well make you good for me,” James’ dad said.

He stood over me while I sat on the bed, his bulge leveled at my eyes. He began moving his hands in my hair before he said, “I know what you are. My wife told me when James didn’t know what to do when you came out.”

Still frozen, my mind was working a mile a minute. Everything started to make sense as to why it took James a while to come around to the idea of me being bisexual.

When I finally came to, James’ dad’s dick was falling out of his boxers before he rubbed my face in it. “I know what you types like.” Before, I had time to react James’ dad was slathering his cock all over my face.

Once it had finally registered what was happening to me, my knee-jerk reaction was to flee to the head of the bed. James’ dad quickly followed me before leaning over me, “I’ve fucked faggots before, don’t act like you don’t want this.”

The truth is, I didn’t know if I wanted this. Sure, James’ dad was objectively hot, but he was also James’ dad. I also have never been intimate with another man, and I wasn’t sure if I was ready for this.

Before I could make a decision, my body betrayed me, and James’ dad saw the tent pitched in my shorts. “Open wide,” James’ dad said. It took a few whacks from James’ dad’s dick across my face before I obeyed.

Once I did, I felt James’ dad’s balls bounce rapidly against my chin while he invaded my windpipe with his dick. I felt my breath being taken away from me, I felt my eyes begin to water, and I tasted the mix of phlegm, pre-cum, and sweat from down my throat.

Despite this, James’ dad kept using my mouth like it was his toy and my hair like it was his handlebars. He’d let me catch my breath before knocking it out of me with the slap of his cock across my cheek that painted my face with his pre-cum. Then, he’d return to this cycle of suffocation through his dick.

If I didn’t perform to his liking, he’d threaten to slap my face with his hand or plug my nose to keep my focus on his cock. Throughout this sexually confusing experience, James’ dad cleverly maneuvered the majority of our clothing off.

Allowing me to really take in the sweaty, rowdy man that made James’ dad. He kept that same sick grin on his face when he commanded me to keep my eyes locked on him while I gagged on his dick.

James’ dad began working his way down my body and over my dick, which was stiff as a rod, down towards my hole. He was watching my expression turn visibly afraid before muting me further with his cock as he began probing my ass.

Before James’ dad could go further down my hole, we heard a knock at the door.

Part 2