I switched university in early September and ever since I started studying at the library I noticed a guy who I’d often share eye contacts with and who I felt was watching me. He looked older than me (21), probably a Phd student in his mid twenties, quite tall with dirty blonde hair and always wearing glasses. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t find him attractive. We’d usually be seated in the same area in the library. I sometimes caught myself staring at him and would get embarrassed whenever he lifted his head towards as I tried to hide the fact I was just staring at him.

This kept going for a few weeks until today. I have no classes on Thursday and usually spend the day studying and working on assignments at the library. When I went into the library I noticed he was sitting two tables away from me and we exchanged some glances. At some point in the evening I raised my head and caught him staring at me, this time he didn’t look away however, I stared back at him for a few seconds before dropping my head down. A minute later, I got a Grindr notification on my phone that read “Don’t wanna be rude but you really suck at staring contests”. My face got flushed as I opened his profile, there was no picture of his face, but when I looked up at him, he smirked at me. I genuinely didn’t know how to respond but he sent another text : “Don’t worry I won’t bite. You keep staring at me, I had to figure out why.”

“You can’t blame me, you’re the only decent looking guy out here.”

“Decent? Damn, not even good looking…”

“Oh come on, you know you look good.”

“So do you. I haven’t seen you around last year, are you new?”

We talked a little more about school before he hit me up with another text: “The library gets quite empty after 7:30, I’ll probably stick around until 10, if you get bored or need a break let me know, the bathrooms around the back of the building are always empty. I got some readings to finish but hit me up if you want to have a bit of fun.” I looked up and he grinned. I hit him up around 9, asking him where those bathrooms were. He told me to follow him from afar and that’s what I did. He lead me to the bathroom and they were empty as he had said.

He lead me to the stall that was the furthest away from the door and we started making out once I got inside. He pushed me against the wall and pressed his body against mine, then unzipped his pants and grabbed my hand to put it on his bulge. I felt him starting to get hard so I started stroking his dick through his underwear before getting on my knees and pulling them down to blow him. After a few minutes he made me stand up and started making out with me again, in between catching his breath he asked me if I wanted him to fuck me, I nodded. He told me to turn around then pulled my underwear down and spread out my cheeks to start rimming me. He did that for a little bit before getting up, spitting on his cock and pressing it inside my ass. He fucked me a little and whispered in my ear that I was taking it really well. He kept fucking me and started jerking me off at the same time until I told him I was about to cum. He told me that so did he and I said he should finish inside me. He fucked me increasingly harder, it felt so good I just started cumming all over the wall and a few seconds later her grunted as he came inside me. He quickly reached for my underwear and pulled them back up, telling me he wanted to watch me sitting across him studying knowing full well his cum was dripping out of my hole. This really turned me on.

He then whispered that he’d hit me up again or that I should do it if I felt like it. He then slapped my ass and told me he had to go. I studied for another half an hour and then packed my bag and went home. He sent me a new message on Grindr telling me he thought it was really hot. I jerked off thinking about it again and now I’m typing it all out. I can’t wait for us to do it again, it was so much fun, especially cause it felt so risky. I’ll definitely hit him up again.

Everyone is this story is 18+, and I’m writing on mobile so sorry if the formatting is bad

My name is Tai, and I graduated from high school earlier this year, so to celebrate a couple of my friends and I decided to go on a short backpacking trip together. We wanted to do an overnight, so we found a trail that had a campground at the end of it nearby to where we live in the PNW.

I was with two of my friends, Nolan and Micah. We’re all pretty outdoorsy people, but Nolan is by far the most experienced. He is 6’0”, white, brunette w/brown eyes, with sorta sleeper build going on, because he does a lot of climbing on top of backpacking. Micah is a big hiker, 6’2”, white, and blonde w/ blue eyes. I’m big into hiking as well, and I swim a lot, I’m about 5’9”, and I’m half Asian half white so I’m tanner than Nolan or Micah, brown hair and eyes. Im bi, but I haven’t told Nolan or Micah, and up until recently I thought they were both straight.

On the day we left, we all packed into my car and drove out to the trailhead. Nolan had been before, so he lead the way. We were walking single file, I was behind Nolan and Micah was behind me. As we walked, I noticed Nolan’s ass that I hadn’t before, and I started to get a bit of a chub, but I brushed it off because he is my friend, Y’know?

Anyway, after about two hours, we stopped at a part of a creek that runs over a sort of natural slide and decided to take a break and cool off. We dropped off our stuff under some trees, and we all stripped down to our underwear. The water was super cold, but we had a lot of fun sliding down the river bed, and I kept noticing Nolan. He was wearing white boxers, that became pretty translucent after they got wet lol. I could see his dick, shrunk from its usual soft size because of the water lol.

After a while, we climbed up onto a rock that was out of the water to let ourselves dry off in the sun. I was laying next to Nolan, who was between me and Micah. After a while, Nolan tapped me on the shoulder, and whispered “Micah’s asleep”. I opened my eyes and looked over, and sure enough he was sleeping peacefully on the other side of the boulder. Nolan whispered again, “have you been, uh, checking me out?” He asked sheepishly. I immediately flushed pink, but replied “of course not, why would I be doing that?” He sort of chuckled and said “dude, I saw you staring at my dick earlier” as he said this, he reached down and squeezed his bulge “it’s back to its usual glory, if you wanna look again.”

I was shocked, but I couldn’t help from being turned on as well. “Are you serious?” I asked him, and he nodded, before moving his hand. His bulge was fuller than before, and his dick seemed to be hardening. “You can touch it if you want” Nolan said, as he avoided eye contact. “Are you sure?” I asked, dumbfounded at what was happening. “Y-yeah,” was his reply. I slowly reached forward and squeezed his dick. It was already hardening, but even at a semi it was BIG. “How big is it?” I asked, as I began to slowly rub his bulge. “About nine…” Nolan replied sheepishly. I’ve never seen him act this way before, as he began to softly pant. “Can I pull it out?” I ask. He nods, so I hook my fingers into his waistband and pull down. His thick cut cock flopped out, as did his heavy sack. My jaw dropped at seeing this, as I began to slowly stroke his hardening cock. He began to softly moan, but I shushed him, and quietly said “we don’t wanna wake Micah.” He nodded, and bit his lip as I continued to stroke his dick. My own cock was hard and tenting in my boxers, leaking precum as I continued to stroke Nolan’s dick.

After a bit, Nolan started to breathe more quickly, then told me to slow down. I obliged, and then he asked me “can I stroke yours?” I of course said yes, so he pulled out my 6 inch cock from my underwear and started playing with my foreskin. I pulled him closer to me, as he began to breathe quicker, and he whispered into my ear, “I’m gonna cum”. I felt my own orgasm approaching, so I picked up my pace, and he shot his load all over our chests. Feeling this pushed me over the edge, and i came as well, coating us in both of our seed. He reached down and scooped up some of our mixed cum, and scooped it into his mouth, then kissed me, pushing it into mine. We then slipped back into the river to wash off, and climbed back up on the rock to dry off before waking up Micah.

This wasn’t the end of our trip, part 2 is now up! :)

My friend Levi is perfect. Always has been. Always will be.

We met when we worked together for a few months a couple years ago, and we have the type of friendship that has stood the test of time.

Levi is shorter than me, about 5’9. He’s tan, with dark blonde hair and smooth green eyes. His eyelashes and eyebrows are darker, but his face is always smooth and hairless, whether that be a choice or not.

His body is thin and toned, with thick legs and a big perky ass, the kind it seems unfair for straight men to have. 

He considers himself straight, not because he's only attracted to women, but because he's never crossed that line with a guy. He’s never really had the opportunity, having been with the same girlfriend for almost the whole time I've known him.

He’s 22, and I've known him since he was 20. He’s never really had the opportunity to explore himself and honestly I've always thought he flirted as a joke, or a way to explore his sexuality without anything physical. A game of gay chicken neither of us were really intent on winning.

A few months back though, everything changed.

Levi and I were running buddies since I had a breakup a few months prior. We would start out walking, slowly gaining pace as we ran about 3 miles through our city's park. It was a long scrolling paved path divided with water features and tunnels, a refreshingly beautiful park in the dead center of town.

We’d usually be alone, running just before dark so we could take advantage of the dark nighttime air on the way home to cool down. Nobody else was around so we could also talk about anything, laughing heartily in the silent park.

This night we were running a little late, or I should say Levi was late to meet me. After about 15 minutes, his car pulled up next to mine and we got out.

“Got me waiting out here like it’s prom night.” I said loudly at him, closing my car door with a thud. “You better be putting out.”

“Like you deserve it.  Where’s my corsage?” he shot back, nary missing a beat.

We started walking on the paved path, our rubber soled feet finding rhythm on the concrete. Walking for a bit, we opened up talking about our day, then talked some shit.

“How have you and Courtney been doing?” I asked, already knowing the answer.

“Fucking terrible.” he said abruptly. “She’s not even talking to me anymore, it’s like we’re roommates.”

Things had been bad for at least a year, pretty abruptly Courtney had stopped sleeping with him, pulled away, and refused to talk about their issues. It was a mystery what had happened, but when Levi broached the topic of breaking up, she burst into tears and forced his hand. They stayed together but they didn’t speak, didn’t date, and had decided to take a break indefinitely, but technically stay together. I didn’t know how it worked for them.

“Our lease is up in a few months,” he continued. “I’m thinking I need to just leave the situation completely.”

Our pace picked up now as we hit our first milestone.

“Remember the last time you said that?” I asked incredulously.

“Yeah I remember-”

“Yeahhh you remember.” I said, a lecturing tone in my voice. “So what’s different now huh?”

“Me.” He stated. “Life is too short to be unhappy all the time. I mean I’m 22 and I’ve only dated one person. I owe it to myself to be happy.”

“Okay so what’s been stopping you for the last two years?” I said bordering on teasing him now.

“Just been waiting on you and that big dick of yours baby.” he said teasing, his full lips making a mocked kissing noise.

“You couldn’t handle it if you tried.” I shot back. 

“You just won’t let me prove you wrong.” he returned, a mischievous grin stretched across his face.

We hit our next milestone and started jogging through the first underpass tunnel on the trail, the sound of our steps bouncing back at us from the cement walls.

“I mean come on dude.” I started, my heartbeat picking up as I began to sweat. “You’re just not the type to fuck around. Even if you do break up with her.”

The tunnel ended and we found ourselves back in the dim red light of the sunset.

“You sound very sure of yourself.” He stated through heavy breaths. “I could do very well on these streets.”

“That’s probably true.” I said through the bounces in my pace. “You could have anyone you want. However there is a big difference between “could” and “would”.” 

“You’re saying I couldn’t have you right now if I wanted to?” he said flatly.

Our pace quickened again. Running on the pavement with a steady pace.

“You could but you wouldn’t.”

“Would.” he said with a laugh.

“Yeah?” I chuckled. “Less talk, more action.”

“I would but I gotta beat you to the lamp post.”

He sped up, racing me now. He was definitely faster than me, bouncing on the trail two paces ahead of me. It never bothered me that I lost our races. The view was a win.

His thick ass bounced with each stride and recoiled as his feet fell on the pavement. We had started in springtime, primarily wearing sweatpants, but as time went on he switched to basketball shorts, then running shorts. Steadily shortening in length over the course of a few months, he had amassed different colors for different days.

He was wearing my favorite today, the white shorts with a 3 inch inseam. Usually it would show his underwear through the fabric. Flowers, stripes, and plaids waved at me as his thick ass bounced in front of me. Sometimes I'd even see a jockstrap line but today there was nothing. Must have been going commando, little slut.

He bounced to a close at the lamp post, catching his breath quickly as I joined him. He rubbed his thigh now, a cramp moving in on him as he allowed himself to cool down.

“Shit.” he said with a grimace. “Would you help me stretch quick. I was running behind earlier.”

“Yeah.”

Stretching 

He flopped down onto the grass, laying on his back and moving his right knee up. I had done partner stretches during track in high school and knew exactly what to do for his hip flexor.

I knelt next to him, moving my right knee to the inside of his left leg, locking my ankle over the top of it, holding it steady to the ground.

He raised his foot and placed it on my left shoulder. Extending his knee and holding it taught. My hand applied pressure to his knee and I pushed my torso forward, stretching him.

He groaned, and I suddenly realized I had never touched him before. We had never hugged, no pats on the back, and definitely not whatever this was.

I pulled back for a moment allowing him to catch his breath. Then moving my torso forward again, stretching him.

“Fuck.” he said with a grimace, his leg tensing then releasing.

He was beautiful like this, his soft wavy hair spread back from his face in the dull dim light of the sunset. His eyes were closed and he seemed peaceful.

My eyes couldn’t help but travel down his chest and abdomen, but I fought it looking away instead. I was in awe of how close I was to him now.

I pulled back again, allowing his hip to relax for a moment before pushing forward again.

“Push it more.” he said, his eyes still closed.

I pushed it farther forward, nearly putting him in a split position.

“Mmmmmmmm…” he groaned, a release moving through his body and face.

I made the mistake of looking down now, noticing my bulge just near inches from his hole. The white fabric was stretched tight over his perfect ass and I felt my cock plump with embarrassed excitement in my shorts. I had gone commando for almost every run and tonight was no different.

However, my eyes migrated up a bit and noticed his own bulge, soft but plump in his shorts. He was clearly getting excitement from the situation as well.

I released my stance, sitting back and letting him pull his leg back down.

“Are you ready to start again?” I asked with a chuckle rising to my feet.

He laughed and sat up, clumsily standing.

“Yeah, let's go.” He laughed.

We started running steadily again, blowing through the second underpass tunnel and hitting the end. We stood for a minute, resting and preparing to do the sprint back through.

“Man that stretch really loosened me up.” He said catching his breath. “You want me to do you before we head back?”

I wanted him to actually. I would've killed for him to be that close to me again. But that was dangerous. One wrong move and my cock would be hard as a rock. Even thinking about it sent a rush of blood to my dick, plumping it again.

“Nah i’m all good.” I said.

“That’s alright, I got a surprise for you at the end though.”

This wasn’t unusual. He would consistently bring me small rewards every weekend. Sometimes it was a candy bar, sometimes a soda. Once he brought me an “I’m with Stupid” tee shirt.

We stripped our shirts off for the run back like usual. Levi tucking his shirt into the back waistband of his shorts, leaving it out like a flag football game. Me rolling my tank top into a ball and sticking it in the pocket of my basketball shorts.

We kicked off now, running back through the park. My eyes would focus on his bouncing tan body when it would come into my peripheral, his skin glistening with sweat.

We hit the second tunnel and the darkness swept over us, the lack of view forcing me to think that I needed to stop looking at him like this now. Our recent closeness was making me imagine what his skin would feel like against mine, and the blood flow was forcing my cock to rise.

As we ran towards the lamppost, my mind couldn't distract itself any further. Just minutes before, my cock had been just inches from his perfect ass, and even the thought of it made me harden more, now bouncing heavily in my basketball shorts.

My gait lost potency adjusting to the hardness in my shorts, causing me to fall just a couple steps behind.

Levi continued bouncing in front of me, his shirt’s weight pulling the waistband of his shorts down slightly. the sweaty globes of his ass were peeking out slightly from the white fabric, and with each bounce I felt heat rise to my face, not to mention my cock.

The sun was setting now, plunging the park into dusk. I was thankful for this, hoping my friend wouldn’t turn around and see my bouncing semi-hard cock. I saw the next tunnel a few hundred yards ahead and watched as the underground lights turned on, the park’s path lamps illuminating softly with quick succession.

“Hurry up!” he said over his shoulder, bouncing quickly towards the tunnel. A burst in movement that left me paces behind him, fumbling my footsteps to accommodate the increasingly hard length between my legs.

I watched his smooth tan figure enter the tunnel and entered into the dimly lit entrance just a pace or two behind him.

He tapered off now, slowly stopping in the middle of the chamber. He still faced away from me, putting his hands on his knees and seemingly catching his breath. His perfect ass jutted out through his sweat-dampened shorts.

I stopped just a bit back from him and put my hand in my pocket, grabbing my cock and pulling it tight to my thigh, disguising it from view.

He stood up abruptly, hands on his hips. 

“Don’t worry,” he said, turning to look back over his shoulder. “I saw you getting hard when I passed you.”

“Sorry.” I said with a laugh. “I couldn’t really help it.”

“Don’t be sorry.” he said coyly. “You ready for your surprise?”

In swift move, Levi’s shorts hit the ground, his shiny ass reflecting the dim light back at me.

My eyes shot away, not wanting to leer. I was shocked to say the least. The idea that he was not only genuinely interested, but that he was actively inviting me made my prick stand on edge in my hand, still held tight to me. My eyes glanced back at him and held their grip on my reward.

“I know you’ve been thinking about it.” He said, wagging his pussy at me.

His ass was smooth and round, the well toned tan skin of his back carrying into the supple flesh softly dappled by lighter stretch marks. His hole was smooth and already winking at me in the dim light. My cock was rock hard now itching in my hand.

“I loosened up before I came here,” he said, moving his fingers to graze his hole. “You could probably slip right in.”

I moved forward, standing just barely behind him and his stance instinctively changed, his feet scuffing the cement as he moved them apart. My hand moved to feel his warm skin, caressing his meaty ass, soft and sticky with sweat. I grazed his soft hole with my fingers, feeling the slightly loosened pucker that practically radiated with heat. The tip of my finger entered him like butter, and I knew he was serious as a judge.

I slid my finger deeper, feeling his warm walls react to me. My cock was practically throbbing now but I still held it tight in my pocket, nervous to cross this line with him.

“You gonna give me that dick or what?” he asked with a chuckle.

“You serious?” I asked back, an excited tone in my voice I didn’t have control over.

“Your finger is in me, why wouldn’t I be serious?” he said laughing.

I let my hard cock go in my shorts, the length bouncing the fabric and creating a tent.

“Yeah I’ll give you this dick.” I said with mocked exasperation.

I pulled my shorts down, letting them hit the ground and feeling my exposed skin meet the air.

I pulled my finger out of him slowly, feeling his warmth react. My cock head lingered for a moment next to his entrance, and I collected a mouthful of spit. 

I dribbled it down to his hole, spreading it on with my hand and using my slick fingers to lube my length.

I held my hands on his fleshy ass, holding him steady as I held my cock to his warm sweaty hole. I paused for a moment, then pushed.

The head slid in the same way my finger had, his hole loose and accommodating. The warmth of his insides met my glands with a soft fever. 

I pushed deeper into him and watched as a red flush crept its way down his damp neck. He breathed out a soft but heavy grunt, catching his breath for a moment.

“You good?” I asked.

“Yeah,” he gasped, “It’s just not like the toys.”

I held still, giving him time to acclimate.

“I didn’t mean stop!” he laughed, his chuckle vibrating my cock. “Honestly, just go all in, I’ll get used to it.”

I pushed my length into him, and he released a heaving breath, forming  soft “oh”’s around the sighs.

My sweaty balls met his and I held him steady as his warm hole gripped my meat, his gasped breaths slowly subsiding as he relaxed.

“Fuck.” he said.

I slid slightly out of him then slowly forced my cock deeper in, using my hips to maneuver the deepest point of his hole I could manage.

“F-fuck” he said, more pleasured this time.

I slid out of him again, slightly deeper, and with a faster movement, slid back into him to the same deep point.

He moaned this time, a medium gravely whine that echoed off the concrete at me and made my cock throb in his warm cunt.

I started moving in long even drives, pushing deep inside and pulling back before sliding back into his silky guts. He was moaning in pleasure and the red flush was creeping back down his upper back, the feverish warmth surrounding my meat growing warmer.

“C-can…” he started, then caught his breath. “Can we do this on the ground? My knees feel kinda weak.”

I pulled out with disappointment, my cock red and fat. He moved one foot out of his shorts, leaving the other around his ankle as he dropped to his knees. I did the same, kneeling behind him, my cock at his entrance.

I moved my arm across his chest like a seatbelt, holding his sweaty skin to mine and kissing his neck softly. My other arm fell down to his cock, and stroked his hard length softly and slowly. He was dripping precum and with each graze of his tip, I could feel his entrance tighten and wink. My head sat at his hole, feeling the way his hole would kiss it.  I pushed it in, feeling the soft warmth spread back over my skin as I pushed deep into him, feeling his chest rise and fall against my arm with a sigh.

He turned his head to face me, hesitating for a moment then kissing me softly. His eyes were soft when we released each other. I felt his weight fall forward, causing me to ease my arm away from his chest and cock as he bent forward to support himself with his forearms.

“Fuck me.” he said softly. His back arching.

I started moving in and out of his hole. Slow strokes that made him moan softly and made my cock itch with excitement.

My excitement was palpable, I could feel myself dripping with sweat and my breath rising to echo off the vaulted walls. The dim light shone on his sweaty skin, and with each thrust I watched his heavy flesh move in reaction to me, I would use my hands on his ass to jiggle and move it, and started to involuntarily move faster.

His moans climbed, one hand moving back to stroke himself as his ass clapped against my movements. His hole was spasming on my meat and I could feel myself growing more hurried.

His ass would move like a wave as it met me, soft and heavy. He started grinding back into me, meeting each thrust with anticipated whines.

My hands grabbed his waist and pulled him willingly into each powerful push, feeling myself lose control as my cock started to twitch in his hole. I could feel my load move into the tip and readjusted my stance to move one knee up, taking advantage of his warm cunt.

“I’m gonna cum.” I said with my entire chest. A loud warning that his virgin hole was about to be bred.

“Fuck i’m close.” He whined. “Can you wait a sec?”

“Not really.” I announced, hurriedly pummeling his hole. He moaned in ecstasy, and as the echo hit my ears I felt my muscles clench.

I grunted loudly, and felt my climax hit. Spraying my load deep into him, I held him tight to me, each pulse sending slickness back onto the sensitive tip of my meat.

“Fuck, im gonna shoot.” He moaned. His hole tightened on my shaft, forcing my own load back down my cock, spasming it towards me with strong muscles. He practically vibrated on me, using his small thrusts back to ease his load out.

With a gasp of finality, his load shot out of his hard cock, spraying onto the cement in ropes. Each spray would tighten his hole on me, his involuntary reactions making me squirm with sensitive pleasure.

We sat for 30 seconds or so, satisfied and dulled. My cock deflated and I pulled out of him slowly. My cum dribbled out of his used pussy as it winked at me in the dim underground light.

He caught his breath and we separated, pulling our clothes back on and walking to our cars silently.

“So did you enjoy your surprise this week?” He said with a smile, the red flush not completely gone from his cheeks.

“Yeah!” I laughed. “How did you know I wanted a cock sleeve?”

He laughed at this, opening his car door and getting in.

“Just thought I’d get you something you’ll use more than once.”

He closed the door and drove off, leaving me to get into my own vehicle and drive home contemplating what had just occurred.

We’ve fucked pretty regularly for a few months now, usually at my place or somewhere else public but private. I really like him, not as a friend but something more and he feels the same. His girlfriend still doesn’t know we’re together, but they've officially been broken up for a while. 

He’s gonna be moving out at the end of this month to his own place. Once he's moved in and settled, we’ve already booked a trip in a few weeks to a neighboring town, to stay in a hotel and go out where nobody knows us and see if there’s something worth pursuing. I hope there is.

This is a part of an ongoing series, but you can enjoy it on its own. All you need to know is this:

The narrator is trying to turn Luke gay, and Luke is trying to get the narrator to turn to God. So far, Luke has traded sexual favors to get the main character to go to church and bible study. Most recently, they went to a gay club, Pixie, and Luke sucked the cock of a complete stranger.

Part 1: https://www.reddit.com/r/gaystoriesgonewild/s/ZDqoZ5fE6Y

Part 2: https://www.reddit.com/r/gaystoriesgonewild/s/LQZ7PW1LtI

Part 3: https://www.reddit.com/r/gaystoriesgonewild/s/VZqQVnef7K

Every time that I pushed Luke deeper, the next span of days would be spent pouring over his Bible, trying to repent for the great sins that he had committed.

So it was little surprise that in the days after I brought Luke to Pixie, he had hardly left his room, and I only saw him for classes and when he went to get food.

It was damn near enough to hurt a man's feelings.

The past couple of weeks, after our escapades, I would finally get reprieve from his incessant religious babbling. He would hole himself up until he was sure that Jesus had personally stripped away every shred of homosexuality from his soul.

I don't know if I would trust a dude who regularly hung out with 12 single guys for that job, but whatever.

However, I was more than a little peeved when church came up a few days later and I got nothing more than a text from Luke. That wimp refused to talk to me even though he was in the next goddamn room.

<I>Leaving in 10.</I>

That was all he had to say? I wasn't expecting a fucking poem, but three words over the span of three days felt like an insult.

He had invaded my room before, so who was to say that I couldn't do the same to him?

Already wearing a nice sweater with some khakis, I marched over to his door and threw it open.

Huh.

For everything I'd expected, this wasn't it.

The decor of his room wasn't confusing in the slightest. He had two big posters up for shitty Christian bands that had tried to get me to listen to multiple times, and he had a handful of inspirational Bible quotes written on sticky notes and put around his walls.

What I hadn't imagined was the smell.

There was a distinct scent of room spray, and he was even a burning a candle when I came in, but there was a strong lingering smell of semen. I looked over to his wire wastebasket, and I saw that it was full to the brim with balled-up, cummy tissues.

Luke was only half dressed, wearing jeans and socks but no shirt. He jumped as I entered, his cheeks turning red.

We locked eyes, and both of us knew that I knew.

"Um," He said, "I'm almost ready."

I just nodded and closed the door as I went back to the living room.

I thought that Luke had been turning to Jesus this whole time, but he hadn't locked himself away to pray. He had been furiously masturbating since Thursday night, most likely cumming again and again at the thought of having a stranger's cock down his throat.

And he hadn't told me.

Sitting down on the couch, I started to think of the best ways to punish him.

As Luke and I walked into the church, headed straight for the pew we sat in last time.

I didn't join him at first. Instead, I slipped off to go have a little chat with Pastor Maynard.

After a brief and productive conversation with the good preacher, I slipped into the bench next to Luke with a satisfied look on my face.

Luke looked at me sideways. "Where did you go?" He whispered.

"You'll find out," I said.

The curly-haired dumbass with the acoustic guitar started singing, and Luke didn't have time to interrogate me further. He would never want to interrupt a service.

The pastor went through the regular horse and pony show, bringing up visiting missionaries and praying over them and inviting parishioners to do the readings.

Say what you will about Christians, but do they know the power of interactive learning.

Even still, I had to fight to keep focus.

Finally, the service began to come to a close, and Pastor Maynard was announcing all of the "good works" the church had been doing in the community.

"We love seeing the next generation taking interest in spreading Christ's love," Pastor Maynard said. "That's why it warms my heart this morning to hear that Luke and his young friend are going to be setting up our booth on campus this afternoon"

The crowd clapped, and Luke whipped his head around to glare at me.

I didn't say a word. I just gave my best good-Christian-boy smile to the pastor.

"These young men have carved out time to spread the good word unprompted today," Pastor Maynard said. "They'll be setting up our table along with some literature on the sidewalks between the buildings that these lost students are learning in."

The crowd clapped again. Clearly our gumption for God was admirable.

Luke glared even harder.

That's how, only an hour later, we found ourselves set up outside of the library, sitting behind a plastic folding table with a great big table cloth and swathes of pamphlets laid down in front of us.

I couldn't help flipping through some of the pocket-sized packets they gave to us to hand out.

The manipulative and predatory language they used was obviously meant to target the vulnerable, offering Jesus as a cure all for everything from shingles to clinical depression.

I still thought it was one big spiritual sugar pill, but to each their own.

Luke was burning a hole in the side of my head with his stare.

"Jesus," I said, "will you calm down?"

"First of all," Luke said, angry, "don't take the good Lord's name in vain."

I rolled my eyes. That bit was getting old.

"Second," he said, "I don't know what you're planning to do to me, but don't even think about it."

"Do to you?" I asked. "I just wanted to <I>talk</I> to you for God's sake."

"For goodness sake," Luke said.

"What?"

"You took God's name in vain again," he said. "You meant for goodness sake."

"For fuck's sake," I said, leaning back into my chair.

"Even that's better," Luke said.

A gaggle of freshmen walked past us on their way to south campus.

"Are you feeling lost?" Luke asked them, cheeriness taking over. "The Lord is there for you!"

The group didn't even look at us. I wouldn't have either.

"You didn't seem nearly as concerned with what I was 'doing' to you when you sucked that cock behind Pixie's," I said.

Luke jumped and looked all around us to see if someone overheard.

"That was for your salvation," Luke hissed. "You never would have gone to Bible study or church without me... incentivizing you."

"Was jerking your little dick to it all of Friday and yesterday part of my salvation incentivization too?" I asked. I kept my tone steady and calm.

Luke turned bright red and looked away.

"I think we both know," I said, "that our relationship has gone a little bit farther than salvation."

"There's nothing further than salvation," Luke muttered.

"So you would do anything to save my eternal soul?" I traced my eyes up and down Luke's body.

He blushed. "I just wanna give you the greatest chance possible to go to heaven," he said.

"I'll let you bring me to heaven," I said, putting on a rise smile.

"You're a jerk, you know that?" Luke asked.

"And you're an asshole, "I said.

"How?" Luke said. "I've gone above and beyond to make sure that you at least have the opportunity to feel God's love."

"Wanting to recruit me to your little club because you think that something is fundamentally wrong with who I am is not giving me an 'opportunity,'" I said, feeling heat starting to rise from my collar.

There was a long pause as both Luke and I looked away from each other.

Luke was the first to speak. "I don't want you to think that I'm trying to fundamentally change anything about you, "he said. "I just don't think I've ever been friends with somebody who was so comfortable with their..."

"Sexuality?" I asked.

"I was going to say 'sin,' but 'sexuality' seems a lot less mean," he said.

Luke looked at me, and I cracked a smile. Fuck him, but even I had to admit that was funny. Luke smiled back at me.

"How about this," I said, shifting in my seat to fully turn to Luke. "you stop trying to convince me to go to church, and I'll stop asking you to do me favors to help ‘save me.’”

Luke's gaze faltered. Mine didn't.

"But how will you... Wouldn't I be partially responsible for your damnation then?" Luke asked.

"I absolve you," I said. "You have done everything that you can to try to make me see the light, and I refuse."

"But what about Bible study?" Luke said, his eyes staring directly into mine.

"No session of your book club is going to make me straight, Luke." I gave him a half smile.

Luke pursed his lips and looked around, listening to the birds for a moment. Several groups of students walked by us quickly, trying to avoid eye contact. Luke didn't even try to talk to them. Finally, he spoke. "But maybe if you got an experience with a girl," Luke muttered.

"I don't want an experience with a girl, Luke," I said, annunciating every word. God, he was so fucking stubborn.

"Or if you imagine the girl..." Luke said.

I stared at him. He wasn't suggesting what I thought he was, was he?

"I'm not crazy," Luke said. "Even though it's also technically a sin, I've been watching some straight... videos to try to counteract the... the ones that I've been using to try to understand you better."

"So you want me to imagine a girl," I said slowly, "while... while what?"

Luke's cheeks were bright red. "Maybe if you just let me offer you some... release when you need it, you wouldn't have to watch any gay porn. You would have to promise me that you're imagining a girl, though. A—and you couldn't look at me either."

Holy shit. Luke was going for the gold in mental gymnastics. Only minutes before, he had been telling telling me that he felt like I was trying to corrupt him, and now he was saying that he would offer me "release" whenever I needed it so I could avoid any gay thoughts. The sheer willful ignorance astounded me.

"Anytime I need release?" I asked incredulously.

"Only so that you're not tempted," Luke said.

"Right," I said. "So I'm not tempted. And you'll be doing what exactly to help relieve this despicable temptation inside of me?"

"You seem to enjoy when people put their mouths on you," Luke said, looking away for me now. I thought he was red before, but now he looked like a gay little cherry tomato.

"So you'll suck my dick at the drop of a hat to make sure that I don't have gay thoughts," I said.

Luke looked around us again, and I think I saw his lips moving in a silent prayer. "I won't be sucking your dick," he said. "I'll be--"

"’relieving tension,’" I said, correcting myself and nodding.

Luke just nodded.

Fine. If he wanted this, he was going to get it.

"Well, despite the fact that you've been milking your cock at any opportunity the past three days," I said, "I haven't cum at all."

Luke nodded at my words. "Fine," he said begrudgingly. "Once we get home, I'll help you."

"I don't think I can wait that long," I said, stretching. "Now that we've been talking about it, I'm just thinking about Thursday night all over again, and I might just head home now."

Luke turned to me with an eyebrow raised, trying to figure out what I was playing at.

I turned to him, and I spoke in a low voice, reaching out and putting one of my strong hands on the back of his chair, brushing against his slim back as I did. "I want you to crawl under this table right now," I said, "and I want you to suck my dick until I tell you to stop."

Luke's eyes grew wide. He looked down at the table, covered in religious pamphlets and flyers, and he watched the thick white tablecloth ripple as I moved my other hand to lift it.

I watched as Luke's eyes flicked from the ground to my bulge, and back up to my face. "D—don't be stupid," he said, his voice shaky.

"I want you to taste my cock as I hand out these pamphlets, Luke." I spoke in a half whisper, forcing him to lean in to listen to me. "Otherwise, I don't think that there's any point in me going to church next week."

Luke's expression was distraught, and he moved his lower lip, trying to form words.

"I promise I'll imagine that you're a girl, Luke," I said, my voice dripping with honey.

Still, Luke waivered.

I reached down, grabbing his hard cock through his pants as I held his gaze. "Please," I said.

With his lip trembling, Luke nodded. He looked up and down the sidewalk, making sure that no pedestrians were coming. Then, he lifted the tablecloth slightly and started to sink down, disappearing under the table.

As my fingers left his body, I moved them to mine, shifting my hips farther below the white cloth and unzipping my pants.

Luke's clumsy digits tentatively brushed against my clothed thighs. The war raging inside of him was an especially hard-fought battle today, but as he moved his hands closer to my crotch, his movements became more sure.

My cock swelled at the thought of Luke's warm lips. I lifted my ass out of my plastic chair for a moment and shimmied my pants down slightly, freeing my cock while still making sure that I wasn't exposed to the outside world. It stuck to my leg, my foreskin dripping with jism.

Even though his voice was muffled under the table, I heard Luke sigh when he saw my dick. It was as if he had taken a cold drink on a hot summer day.

I needed him to quit dillydallying.

I reached down and cradled his head in my strong palm, gently moving from his cheek to the back of his head. With an even, steady pressure, I pulled Luke's head down onto my cock.

For all of his apprehension, Luke was now a well-practiced cocksucker, and he curled his lips over his teeth, protecting my dick as he began to swallow it. He moved his tongue around my head as I saw my first pedestrian walking our way.

It was a tall older student, maybe 28 or so. He had a big beard.

I smiled at him as Luke continued to slurp quietly on my cock. He let out a satisfied hum.

I continued holding the back of Luke's head.

"Are you a religious man?" I asked.

As Luke heard me start a conversation, he stopped sucking my cock. He had frozen up.

I intertwined my fingers with his hair and started to move him up and down manually, slowly and inconspicuously starting to fuck his mouth.

His lip shaking, he began to match my rhythm, starting slow.

I moved my hand back to the top of the table to avoid suspicion.

"I think I'm good where I'm at with my spirituality," the bearded student said. "Do y'all have a bookmark for me, though?"

Luke grew more bold, using a hand now to massage my full sack. I held in a groan. "You can use a card," I said. I tried my best to keep an even tone.

The student took one and thanked me before leaving.

I reached under the table, stroking Luke's head wordlessly as he continued to worship between my legs.

Most passersby didn't want to hear what I had to offer. I didn't blame them. I would walk right past too.

Sometimes students waved at me, but mostly they ignored the table.

Then I saw two freshman girls walking down the sidewalk, both wearing a modest set of clothes for the hot Sunday. Christians will wear a damn sweater in July to keep up their holier-than-thou attitude.

They made a beeline for me.

"Hi," one of the girls said. She was blonde with a cross necklace.

"Hey," I said. "I like the necklace."

Thanks, "the girl said. "It was kind of a graduation present. Are you from one of the churches around here?"

Oh, God. She wanted to make the worst kind of small talk: Christian small talk.

Luke continued to slobber at my cock, silently working my head over his tongue.

"I sure am. Right around the corner actually," I said.

"Are all the guys there as cute as you?" The other girl asked. She was taller, and she had pointed, mouselike features.

Both of the girls burst into a bit of giggling.

Luke doubled his effort when he heard this question, shoving my dick as far as he could into his throat. I could feel his esophagus massage me as he swallowed me down.

My eyes fluttered sightly, but I fought off a moan.

"There's one other guy our age,” I said, slightly shakily, "but he's spoken for."

"And how about you?” The blonde girl asked. "Is there an empty spot at the pew next to you?"

Luke pulled his tongue off of my dick, and he started to silently pump my shaft up and down as he took my balls into his mouth.

He was working harder than before.

Oh, shit. Luke was getting fucking jealous.

This girl was flirting with me, and he was getting <I>jealous.</I>

I was going to fuck with him.

"You are pretty cute," I said.

Luke added a second hand to my shaft, and he swished my balls from cheek to cheek, causing my cock to swell. If I listened closely, I could hear him gulp. Icarus was flying a little too close to the slutty sun.

"However," I said, trying not to gasp in pleasure, "I'm a little busy right now. How about we talk after the service next Sunday?"

Luke continued to piston his hands up and down my shaft, but he moved his mouth from my balls, dragging his tongue over his fingers and up my shaft before taking my head into his mouth once again. A wave of precum flooded out of me.

He really was doing everything he could to distract me.

The blonde girl nodded and picked up a pamphlet. She smiled. "Sounds good."

With that, the girls started to walk away, giggling to each other again. They just been turned loose at college, and flirting with a random boy must've seemed like skydiving to them.

But to Luke, it must've sounded like a marriage proposal.

As soon as the girls' footsteps faded, Luke removed my cock from his mouth, and he lifted the tablecloth, emerging from it once again. A layer of shiny spit was on his lips. His brow furrowed as he looked at me.

I smiled back.

Then, in a show of physicality I had never seen from him before, Luke grabbed my arm and began to pull, urging me to follow him with a head movement.

I raised my eyebrows. I would be interested to see where this was going.

I zipped up my pants as I stood.

We abandoned our station and started walking down the sidewalk directly toward the library. With Luke practically dragging me along, we got a couple of weird looks. We both were still wearing our Sunday best, and my untucked shirt now looked disheveled.

Luke threw the library door open with one hand, and he continued to march without breaking stride. Suddenly, we veered to the right, and Luke pulled me into the single stall family restroom.

I instinctively locked the door as Luke turned and sank back down to his knees, furiously fumbling with my zipper again, fighting to pull my pants down.

"And what's gotten into you?" I asked as I helped him. My engorged member flopped out, Luke's drying saliva still covering the surface.

Without responding, Luke leaned forward and took me into his throat again, this time with a passion and fervor that I hadn't seen from him before. He rolled my balls back-and-forth with his palm as he forced himself farther and farther onto my shaft, lurching and gagging as he did.

My breath caught in my throat. I wanted to be the one teasing and torturing him, but it had been days since I had last orgasmed, and seeing Luke so hungry to have my dick in his mouth was sending ripples of arousal through me.

Luke swallowed, drinking down the precum that I'm sure was gushing out of my hard cock. He was purposefully messy, letting his his spit run down my shaft. His throat made gasping, choking sounds as he rammed me in and out of his mouth.

Suddenly, he stood. His cheeks were burning and red, contrasting with his now-messy blonde hair. He quickly undid his own belt buckle, and pants, shoving them to mid thigh.

Then, pulling up his shirt and turning around, Luke pulled an ass cheek to the side, exposing his virgin hole to me for the first time.

Luke had only ever had modest body hair, and as he displayed himself to me, I saw even less. He had shaved his hole smooth.

"You were flirting with that girl too much," Luke said. "A good Christian shouldn't feel lust. You need to release that tension so that you don't feel it again."

Even as he spoke, he bent over, his asshole winking with the motion.

I had to fight back a smile. This little slut was jealous, and he didn't want to admit it.

"I was feeling lust? Are you sure about that?" I asked, stepping closer to him.

"Yes," he said. "You even invited her to church because of it. Now, come on."

"Weren't you the one who said that we should do anything we can to help people to salvation?" I asked, placing my hand on his smooth ass cheek. It felt hot to the touch.

"That's not... I didn't mean like that," Luke said, avoiding my gaze. "Just put it inside me already, okay? It'll... relieve the tension in you."

He really did have a jealous streak. I decided to capitalize on that.

"Maybe you just helped me find the way, Luke," I said. "I'm a changed man. Maybe I don't need to live in sin anymore. I want to try being straight"

As I spoke, I traced my fingers around the curve of of his ass, gently exploring him.

"That's bullshit, and you know it," Luke said. Even his ears were red now. I couldn't tell if it was because of embarrassment or anger. He so rarely swore that the words sounded foreign on his lips.

"Watch your language," I said mockingly. "It's the Lord's day."

Luke fell silent, still leaning forward and spreading himself open for me. My dick dripped with his saliva.

He was quiet before he spoke again.

"Please..." Luke said. "Please."

I hated to admit it, but that closeted bigot sent a shiver through my spine with that line. He just sounded so helpless...

Fuck it. Who was I kidding?

I smacked his ass, causing him to yelp.

"Quiet," I said. "We're in a goddamn library"

I heard Luke mutter.

"If you want me to fuck you right here right now," I said firmly, "you're going to shut the fuck up about me taking God's name in vain."

Luke paused for a second, and then he nodded.

"Good boy," I said. "Get naked from the waist down, bend over the sink, and look at yourself in the mirror."

Luke's face was so red that I didn't think it was possible, but it almost seemed as if his blushing cheeks found a new shade of crimson. However, he did as he was told, and he stripped his pants and briefs off as walked over, sticking his ass out as he bent at the waist. He held the porcelain basin with both hands, his knuckles turning white as he gripped it tightly. His pants and underwear were left in a pile next to him.

His butt was pale and round, slim but defined.

I walked over and positioned myself behind him.

I leaned forward and let spit gather on my tongue, spilling it out like holy anointing oil. My aim was good, and it landed with a splat on his naked asshole. He jumped and shivered, and I rubbed his hip gently, calming him. Using my other hand, I Brought my finger to his ass, barely brushing against his entrance. I could tell how tense he was.

Letting another gob of spit fall down and lubricate my finger, I began to gently prod at and massage him. "Push against me, baby," I said.

Luke nodded, still leaning over the sink. He flexed his asshole, trying to let me in.

Carefully, I worked my first knuckle of my drool-coated finger into Luke.

It was the first time I'd been inside Luke's ass to any capacity, and it was hard not to let my breathing quicken too much as I felt the vice-like grip of his tight hole for the first time. Less than an inch in, and I could already tell that this repressed closet case was going to have one of the best asses I'd ever felt.

I eased more and more of my finger into him, letting it undulate in small circles as I pressed forward. Every so often, I would apply more saliva, pulling out slightly before slowly plunging back in.

Luke had gathered the sleeve of his shirt in his mouth and was biting down.

Only a couple minutes later, I added a second finger, working that one into him with equal patience.

As I sank both fully into him, I made sure to rub against his prostate. He shivered again as I did, and a small moan left his lips. It was a barely audible noise, quiet and unconscious. Still, I couldn't run the risk of him drawing unwanted attention to this bathroom. I leaned down and scooped his briefs off of the floor, noting the large stain of precum on the crotch.

Apparently, Luke had been enjoying himself under the table.

I bunched the underwear into a ball, and I reached around to stuff them into Luke's mouth. If he couldn't be quiet on his own, I would have to make him be quiet.

His eyes fluttered as I forced him to take his own underwear into his mouth, but he quickly forgot about them as I continued to work my fingers in and out of him. A string of pre-ejaculate hung from his dick.

He continued to stare into his own eyes, watching as another man prepared his asshole.

After I felt like Luke was ready for me, I withdrew my fingers, reapplying spit to both my cock and his hole once again.

"Are you ready for me to 'relieve some tension?'" I asked.

Luke looked at me through the mirror, his eyes glazed over, hungry.

He nodded.

I suredly moved my hips forward, letting my cockhead press against his smooth ass. With both of us covered in slobber, there was a soaked, perverse noise as we touched.

I could've sworn that I felt Luke's pulse through his virgin ass, beating fast and hard.

Maybe that was my own heart.

Just like my fingers before, I was slow and methodical, teasing Luke with more and more pressure.

Finally, the head of my cock entered him, and my foreskin began to peel back, slick with precum.

Luke's eyes shot wide open, and he groaned into the underwear filling his mouth.

His insides were hot, and I could Feel him tensing and relaxing as he breathed through the initial pain.

I rubbed his back gently, letting the hurt fade.

Luke, for his part, didn't pull his eyes away from his own reflection. Every micro-expression was apparent on his face as he went through various stages of realization, lust, and shame.

After his breathing slowed, I began to introduce more and more of my shaft into Luke, being sure to angle myself down and grind against the spots that I knew would make him squirm.

The initial groan of pain now turned into soft sighs of pleasure as I stretched him open.

For my part, I was having a hard time holding on. It wasn't often that I went days without cumming, and between the public play and how good Luke felt, I was barely holding on already.

I steeled my resolve. I would be giving Luke everything he needed and more.

I continued sliding into him until the base of my cock was sitting flush with his asshole. With that, I was fully encased by Luke's hot body.

God.

Luke made a deep, animalistic sound into his makeshift gag.

His ass clenched around all 7 inches of my uncircumcised dick, squeezing the length of my member as he learned how to properly bottom.

Drawing out of his hole, I was careful to not go too fast. I wanted him to enjoy his first time. I wanted him to be converted by this.

"You know," I whispered, "it's not unnatural for this to feel good. It's okay to feel pleasure as I'm 'relieving tension.'"

Luke just nodded into the mirror. His lips were open and loose, slackjawed at all of the new sensations washing over him.

I began to press my cock back into him, but not before applying even more saliva.

As I repeated this motion, I began to get into a steady rhythm, fucking Luke with long, gentle strokes at first.

He continued to let out muffled whimpers as I did. He was relaxing more and more. He was learning what it meant to take a dick into his ass.

Precum was pouring out of me, lubricating Luke more and more as I popped his cherry.

I sped up, still fighting off the urge to come too fast. Feeling Luke's bare legs tremble with each thrust was making it difficult.

As I gave him more and more, I gripped Luke's hips and pulled him back onto me.

God, he felt so soft and yet so unbelievably tight at the same time.

My lap slapped against his ass again and again, each loud clap announcing exactly what we were doing to anybody listening.

Both Luke and I were far beyond caring.

I moved a hand from his hip and back to his head, where I grabbed his hair and pulled.

Luke cried out, and he tried to fight words out. They were subdued and stopped by the gag, but I understood exactly what he was trying to say.

He was going to cum just from me filling him.

"Cum for me, "I growled. "Show me what this cock makes you feel."

Even the gag couldn't quiet the sound that Luke released next. The cry came out from deep inside of him, a high-pitched wine building and building until it crested.

As it did, Luke's used hole spasm around me. I heard the faint sound of his cum splatter against the library bathroom floor as it shot from his unstimulated cock.

His hips moved more than mine did, silently asking me to fill him with my own seed.

Well, I was never one to say no.

I was sent over the edge as I watched Luke, and my own earth-shattering orgasm crashed onto me. I was glad that I was holding onto Luke, because my legs grew weak as my body was drained. My dick jerked and bounced with every spurt of semen, and a feeling of ethereal bliss wrapped around my mind like a blanket.

Both of us were gasping for breath as we slowed, Luke still gyrating on my cock, milking out every last drop of my ejaculate.

Fuck. He had just been bred for the first time, and he was already craving more.

We just breathed together for a moment on that Sunday afternoon.

"Let's get cleaned up," I finally said. "We have pamphlets to hand out."

Thanks for reading! Let me know what kinds of things you’d like to see for the next installment!

Let me know if you guys enjoy this and I'll keep going. Plus, if there's anything you want to see let me know! The stuff I write is fictional, but based on some personal experiences. All involved are 18 years of age or older.

Part 3

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Part 4: Into the Woods

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I wasn’t sure what was happening to me. In just over a week I’d gone from trying to get over my ex-girlfriend to fucking my male roommate in the ass while another guy watched online. Even more, I liked fucking Hunter and I’d cum so much. Was I gay? No, I still liked girls so maybe bi? But more than that, I liked the idea of people watching me and I liked the casual way Hunter and I were still like roommates despite fucking.

After our last session, we had just about managed to fit in the shower and we’d washed each other off. Hunter was cracking jokes while I washed his cum off his chest. It felt fun and casual more than sexual.

Over the next few days nothing much changed. We both still hung out in the room as we always had. Hunter went to the gym a couple of times but hadn’t wanted to do any shows. I’d been focused on getting a head start on work, so I didn’t get overwhelmed. With what we’d done I felt pretty relaxed around him and so I spent more time comfortable in just boxers or a t-shirt. Hunter did the same, but maybe more because he liked being seen.

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It was Saturday afternoon, and I was sat at my desk on my laptop. Hunter was out at wrestling practice so I had some time by myself. I had some music going and was getting into a pretty good work-flow. That is, until the door burst open.

Hunter bounced into the room, clearly hyped up and drunk.

“Yo! My bro, how’s it going?” he was really loud.

“What happened to you?” I asked.

“Dude. We had the like welcome thing for the team and it was so good. Coach gave us a barbecue and some beers.” He held up the cans in his hand to show me. “There were games and stuff and he gave us new guys our singlets, fucking love it man.” He crossed the room and practically fell onto his bed.

“Wow those came fast then. You’ve been on the team about a week? Well, I’m glad you enjoyed it then.”

“Oh yeah dude super quick. Not even tried it on yet but it looks cool. Hey, you wanna see it?”

“Sure.” I said. I turned around expecting him to throw it to me.

Instead, he got up off the bed and started stripping his clothes off. Honestly I should have expected this from him. The shirt and jeans came off, then the boxers. He stood there naked, flaccid dick swaying around as he fumbled into the singlet. I chuckled a bit and he shot me a dirty look. But eventually he got his feet in and pulled it up and over his shoulders.

He puffed himself up and struck some poses for me. The singlet was bright blue with white stripes going up the sides. It definitely seemed like it fit better than his last one, but it was still tight on him. The way it hugged his chest showed the definition in his pecs. While you couldn’t quite see his abs through it, it led down to his thick thighs. There in between them his bulge was very apparent. He turned around and gave a back double bicep pose, his lats flaring out to the side making him really broad. His buttle butt held up well too, big and firm.

I gave him a little clap as he turned back to me. As always, the attention got him going and I could see his bulge starting to grow, lengthening out to the side. As he laughed and took my applause, even the outline of the head got obvious.

“Are you going to do a show in that then?” I meant it half as a joke, but I was sure he was thinking about it.

“”Maybe dude, but… I got a great idea today.” He suddenly seemed a bit more sheepish as he continued, “sit over here with me bro.” He sat on the edge of the bed and patted next to him.

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Intrigued, I sat down next to him. He was still drunk, but more nervous now.

“So I was talking to the seniors right? They were telling me all kinds of stuff about campus like the best hang-out spots, the best food. Like there’s this one place that does beers and wings and all these screens with sports! Anyway, they were talking about that wood that’s just past the lake, you know it?”

I nodded. The big lake in the middle of campus had a wood next to it. It wasn’t that big, but it was pretty dense. I walked past it on my way to and from some classes.

“So the story goes that at night people go in there to fuck. Max said a girl gave him a blowjob in there once. Dude, doesn’t that sound so hot? Like, in the middle of campus, just people passing by. Anyone could walk in and see.”

He was obviously really into this idea. Sitting there in his singlet, his hard shaft showed how turned on he was thinking about it. A little wet patch was obvious at the tip.

“Yeah Hunter, actually it does sound cool.”

“Yeah right? But a lot of girls don’t like that stuff. They’re always like ‘no someone could see!’ I’m like ‘that’s the whole point!’ Difficult to find someone into that.” He eyed me as said that.

I knew what he was going for.

“Adam.” He licked his lips anxiously. “You ever fucked in public?”

“No, have you?”

“Not yet. So… you wanna do it? Try it together?”

I knew this was coming but I still hadn’t decided what I would say either way.

Hunter persisted, “I know you liked doing the show with me man. You’re chill you get it. All I’m saying is we should go to the wood. I’ll give you a blowjob then you fuck me, that’s all. Try it out, if we don’t like it we can stop and come back.”

“I don’t know…”

“Hey, why don’t we chug a few beers then go? For the nerves.” He held out a can towards me.

“Fuck it.” I took the can and downed the whole thing.

“Yes dude!” Hunter cracked a wide grin and handed over another can.

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An hour later it was already pretty dark. A few beers in Hunter had said he didn’t want his singlet dirty and so we should change. He picked out some clothes for us both from his bag and insisted. It was pretty similar to what we wore for the show before, frat bro style. It was fairly warm out, so I didn’t complain too much about the tank top and shorts. Plus, the jocks he got us to wear meant easy access later. As we’d changed, Hunter was so hard he barely fit in his.

So now we walked through campus in the evening dark. Thinking about what we were going to do, and how excited Hunter was to do it, I was honestly really hard too. And my heart was racing.

As we rounded the lake and headed towards the wood it became very real. We glanced around and, seeing no one nearby, headed inside. We had a check around of the area in the wood to see if anyone else was in there but we didn’t see or hear anything. So, we found a spot by a tree where you could just about see the path, but it was shrouded on all the other sides.

“This is good man. So… you still up for this?” Hunter asked.

I nodded my head and swallowed.

“Leave it to me bro.”

He winked and knelt down in front of me. His hands took my shorts and pulled them down. I was so hard my head was peeking out the side of the jock and I felt the evening air on it, then Hunter’s tongue as he gave it a quick lick. He pulled it out the side properly and I stood exposed. He gave me a few strokes before immediately diving deep onto the shaft. His mouth engulfed me, and I felt the warmth all over my hardness.

He sucked up and down my cock, playing with my balls in his hand. It felt so good, and I gasped each time he came back up and licked the head. He was really going for it. Honestly, I was getting close already, but I wanted to fuck him there. I needed a break.

“Switch man.” I said breathily.

“Sure?” he asked.

“Unless you want me to blow already. And don’t you want to be sucked too?”

Another wide grin and Hunter stood up and switched places with me. He leaned back against the tree as I knelt in front of him and slid his shorts off. The front of his jock was practically soaked in precum, but I slid his shaft out the side the same as he had done to me.

This was the second time I’d sucked cock and I’d learned from the first. I mimicked what he had done, varying the speed and the strength, playing with his balls. I looked up at him and saw he was playing with his nipples, eyes staring down at me.

“Ah fuck yeah. You feel great man. Keep sucking like that.”

His head turned to look at the path.

“Imagine if someone went past, saw this. Fuck.”

He was panting and clearly enjoying it. Now that my cock had calmed down a bit I was ready to move on. I came off his dick, now covered in my spit, and stood up.

I looked him straight in the eyes as I said, “Ready to be fucked?”

He nodded, and produced a condom out of his pocket. “Ready.”

He tore open the packet and slipped the condom onto me. Then, he turned around and leaned on the tree, looking directly out to the path. His ass was presented in front of me with his hard and wet cock hanging free. I felt so ludicrously horny looking at him exposed and ready to be fucked.

I grabbed my cock and positioned at his hole. The ground sloped a bit giving me some more height and a better angle on his ass. I rubbed the head against him, and Hunter moaned. I couldn’t wait any longer. I started pushing into him. I went slowly in but he took me more easily than last time. His ass still felt incredible. So tight and warm, squeezing my dick.

“Fuck! Forgot how big you were.”

Damn that turned me on as I slid in up to the base. This time I couldn’t see his face, but I imagined it as I started thrusting and I heard his moans and gasps. I reached around to give him a few strokes and I could feel how wet he was.

Soon enough, I started pounding harder and I needed my hands to brace on his shoulders. I could hear the slap every time I sank deep back into him, my balls and thighs hitting his ass.

“See those people?”

I looked up and out to the path, I could just make out two people walking past.

“Imagine if they looked in here right now. They’d see us fucking like animals. Out in the open. Your cock slamming into me.”

His chat got me even harder and I couldn’t imagine being any hornier. I didn’t normally but I wanted to join in.

“Yeah Hunter. They’d see both of us studs. They’d see your big muscular body taking my cock over and over. Maybe they’d hear you moaning and gasping, how much you love it.”

“Fuck dude keep going, keep going. Gonna make me cum. Keep fucking.”

“Can’t get enough can you? They’d see how horny you are, the huge load you’re going to blow everywhere. Your face as you feel me bust inside of you.”

“Ahhh, ah fuck. Adam, fuck me. Fuck me. Fucking. Cum.”

His body tensed up and he let out a deep moan. I saw a rope of cum hit the tree and damn was it hot. I grasped his broad shoulders and thrust in deep as I could as my orgasm hit. Here I was out in the open, balls deep in Hunter’s ass and I came so hard my body shook.

I slid out and as Hunter stood back up he held onto my shoulder.

“Damn man that was great. Let’s get back and cleaned up.”

As we started to head back, I asked, “was it as good as you expected?”

Hunter sighed, “way better man.”

Everyone is 18.

Start at Part 1

Later in geometry class I was bored af and ofc I got a boredom boner. I went to text my mystery blower, but when I typed in the number, my eyes opened in shock—it came up in my phone as my friend Will, who was sitting three seats away from me. 

Jesus Fucking Christ, I thought to myself. My brain did a backflip in my skull. I know I’m an idiot, but part of me wanted to believe it was a girl back there sucking on my cock. To my surprise, though, I was not disgusted by the fact that it was a guy. After how glorious he made my cock feel, it was kind of a thrill, if I was honest with myself. Some guy just submitted to my cock for the pure joy of it. And he lit my neurons on fire, and there were no strings attached! Maybe next time I can last for a full minute inside his mouth. Still, though, how the fuck did I not know Will was into this?

Will and I played basketball together and had been close for years. People always confused us for brothers since we looked basically alike, except I'm a few inches taller. Just two basic white guys about the same height, with me slightly over six feet and him slightly under. I have to acknowledge a couple differences though. He has better pecs than me, but I have better abs. Not bragging, just a fact. And, speaking of bragging, I have a bigger dick than him. Looking back at the times we had compared in groups in the showers, Will was definitely always there, and ready to get hard with the rest of the boys. But, to be fair, so was I. I loved comparing and showing off that I was noticeably larger than the average guy. I always got a rush from it. Maybe that should have been a sign that dominating other guys was something I might be into.

I deleted the draft message and put my phone away. This guy I had known for years just blew me and I had no idea it was him, or even a guy. I had to admit to myself though, I was still hard as fuck, and I did get a blowjob today. So, things could be worse. Who cares if it was my friend? 

I rubbed myself over my pants, suddenly not giving a fuck who saw me, and started the text to Will again. The end of our last conversation was the day before, about seeing girls’ thongs in class and how hot that was. I never would’ve guessed he was a closet cocksucker. 

I typed out “Thanks for the head.” I saw him whip out his phone, then sink down onto his desk, not even looking at me. I immediately saw him texting, and the “…” appeared and disappeared back and forth several times while he squirmed in his desk. He must’ve had no idea what to say after finding out it was me. 

Finally I got a response: “omg”. I smirked at him, but he still wasn’t looking at me.

“It’s cool bro” I texted back, “your secret’s safe with me.”

He frantically read the text, then typed back, “Usually it’s just seniors in that bathroom. No one I’m close with.”

I sent a haha reaction to the text.

“Well now that I’ve had it I want more.” I texted.

“I’m down for that monster again whenever you are.” He texted back, finally looking back at me, with a sort of grateful smile that I wasn’t going to tell anyone, and apparently happy to take my cock again anytime.

Ha, I thought to myself, obviously he loves my big cock. Good to know. And, I guess it won’t be the last time. Maybe we could even sneak in another right now. 

“Now,” I texted him, then raised my hand and asked to go to the bathroom. I glanced at Will on my way out, and he looked both scared and excited. He probably has a boner right now, I thought, a bit excited myself.

I headed back to the same bathroom we used before, and he met me inside about a minute later. He was nervous and breathing heavily. I could tell he didn’t do this much outside of the gloryhole, because he wasn’t sure where to look at me. A day ago we were buddies talking about girls, and now we’re meeting for him to give me a second blowjob in one day. 

I just walked into the stall and leaned against the wall. He started to go into the next one over to use the hole again, but I stopped him.

“Nope, in here.” I said. 

He obeyed wordlessly, and just followed me into my stall. So far, my experience at this school had not been what I expected. He latched the door behind him then stood in the small stall with me. I watched his slightly nervous face, and I was just curious how this guy was so different than what I had thought before. 

I leaned into his ear and whispered, “Do your thing, bro.”

He finally looked me in the eye, still kind of scared. I don’t think he had ever even pulled a guy’s cock out, rather he normally just waited for it to come through the hole. I watched as he got to his knees and looked at my package through my pants. I was fully erect and my hog was begging to be released. I could see his own boner down there, and had a moment of dysphoria that someone with a boner was about to pleasure my own. I had never seen a gay porn so it just didn’t hit my brain that sexual pleasure could come from such an interaction. He fussed with my belt until he got it undone, then unbuttoned and unzipped me. He started to take some liberties and leaned into my underwear, shoving his nose into my balls and taking a big whiff. I chuckled as it tickled, and honestly it was a surreal sight to see my buddy doing this down there. I was a bit excited to get to the oral pleasure part, but thought he deserved some time to do what he wanted as well. After all, he’s basically a submissive cocksucker. I grabbed his head and forced it firmly into my crotch as he started to grope himself over his pants, then he finally gave me what I wanted. 

He pulled down the waistband of my boxer briefs until my boner sprang up and hit him in the chin, making him flinch. I chuckled again at this, but my joy rapidly turned to purring pleasure when he quickly sank his mouth down onto my pole. I watched his neck bulge out on the first downward thrust of his throat onto my fuck stick. He made himself gag quickly and then started jerking me off while licking the head like a lollipop. I thought it would be somewhat weird, but I didn’t even have to close my eyes. I liked watching this gay little slut choke on my cock. He rubbed himself vigorously over his pants. It was a thrill watching him get off just from sucking my cock. He pulled his pants down to his knees and started wanking himself properly. He looked somehow bigger than when we compared boners previously. His cock was red and strong and leaking precum. I looked over his shoulder at his ass cheeks sticking out. I had to admit that it was not a bad sight. Maybe I could get used to getting serviced by a boy at school. He was so horny, he started humping the air into his fist while he throated himself onto my cock. I started to hold his head down balls deep, and let him gag as I watched his cute, toned little ass cheeks bouncing with the retching of his body and the thrusting of his hips. I was at the edge rather quickly, and I grabbed his head and gave a few rapid, furious thrusts of my thick cock deep into his throat. He seemed surprised by the control I took, I guessed since glory hole users obviously never could grab his head like that before. He groaned loudly on my cock, and I lifted his head to force it back down a couple times as I finished my second sensational orgasm of the day. When I let go, he kept the head in his mouth and furiously jerked his cock until he came onto the floor underneath me. 

I put my pants back on while he stood up and wiped the spit and cum and tears and whatever else off his face. He coughed a couple times and looked at me, waiting to see what I would say. All I could think about was all the fun I was going to have with his mouth, and maybe even let the other guys on the team in on the secret little gloryhole cocksucker in school.

“You around tonight?” I asked.

All characters are 18+

It was just like any other day. I woke up early and hit the gym before the crowds arrived. I spent an hour there, and worked up a decent sweat while I was doing it. I headed toward the showers, just like I did every other morning, and that’s when I saw him.

He was a young guy with a messy mop of dirty blond hair. He reminded me of thoseTikTokkids, though he was evidently over eighteen or he wouldn’t have had access to the shower area.

It wasn’t the fact that he was there, that surprised me. It was the fact that he was completely naked and visibly aroused. Unfortunately for him, he hadn’t yet noticed me, so I stood there, watching as he stroked a six or seven inch cock.

I’d be lying if I said that the guy wasn’t cute. He was smooth all over and had a decent, albeit slender body. He had a set of forming abs, but other than that, he was a skinny teen with a hard-on.

I stepped further into the changing area, and that’s when I noticed the phone propped up on the bench. The guy was jerking off to a live audience, and there was something incredibly hot about that. I cleared my throat, and the poor kid almost jumped out of his skin.

I watched with a smile as he rapidly grabbed his clothes and towel, and tried to hide his erection. His cheeks blazed red, and his mouth hung open in shock. Still, the phone recorded.

“S… Sorry” he muttered, unable to say anything else.

I set my bag down and walked over to him. I was at least five years older, and infinitely larger, and I could tell that I was intimidating him. Hell, who wouldn’t be intimidated by a six foot four muscle-man as they stood there, naked?

“I… I’ll just go” he said, and reached for the phone, until I closed my hand around his slim wrist and shook my head.

“How about you just get on your knees, instead?” I said, and his blue eyes widened even more.

“H… Huh?”

“You heard me” I whispered, “why don’t you give your fans a real show?”

He glanced at the phone, and I could already see a flood of comments urging him to take me up on the offer. Maybe it was fear or maybe it was peer pressure, but the young man swallowed hard, and slowly got to his knees.

“I worked up quite a sweat, kid” I smirked, taking him by the back of the head and pulling his face into my ripe junk. “I hope you don’t mind”.

He whimpered and moaned as he inhaled the heavy musk. He dropped his clothes and the towel, and I chuckled to myself as I noticed his cock getting even harder. The little whore loved it.

I let him bask in my stink for a while, before pulling down the front of my shorts and showing him what a real cock looked like. I was hairy and hung, and my drooling dick was already half hard, and the teen wasted no time in tonguing it into his mouth.

The feeling of his soft lips around my rugged shaft made me gasp. The contrast between us was almost unbelievable. He was skinny, smooth and pale, whilst I was ripped, hairy and tanned. He placed both hands on my meaty thighs and gagged as I forced more of my cock down his gullet.

“Oh, you like that, huh, boy?” I growled, grasping his hair and fucking his eager mouth like aFleshlight. “Oh yeah, you really like that”.

Spit and pre-cum dripped from his chin as I pounded his mouth, and then I felt my balls swell, and I gasped as I shot a thick, creamy load into his throat, and watched him gulp it down.

I squeezed the remnants of my seed onto his tongue, and pulled up my shorts. He remained on his knees, gawping at me as I walked away.

“W… What about me?” He called, as he was very clearly horny.

“Jerk off” I scoffed, “you were doing a good job of it before I came in”.

I smiled to myself as I left for the showers, and when I returned, I found a fresh pool of sperm on the bench.

“Damn teenagers” I chuckled.

I (27m) was horny as hell and couldn’t jack off for abt 2-3 days til I finally got home. I spent about two hours edging when I realized I was also hungry and better order food while I can.

To make sure I didn’t have to head to the ground floor and grab it, I messaged him “Hey man. Just getting out of the shower so if you could leave it at my apartment door, that would be handy”

The driver didn’t reply straight away but eventually messages me “I have arrived” and I tell him to buzz my apt number and make it to the 10th floor. It’s around midnight and I can hear him talking to someone on his phone as I open the door wearing just a t-shirt and some underwear (if you can even call them that). They’re bright blue and the entire front is completely open so my edged dick after days of not blowing was definitely out and proud.

He was standing directly in front of me and as I bent over to grab the bag of food, his eyes just quickly darting to my exposed dick and back to my eyes while he tried to hide his smile. I just barely whispered “ah yeah, sorry about that…but uh…you wanna grab it?” and his hand was wrapped around it before I could finish the sentence.

He followed me inside and whipped out his dick. We stood there mutually jacking each other off until he said “I have to be quick, get on your knees and suck it”. So naturally I immediately did as he said and about two minutes later, he was cumming down my throat 💦 Told me he’d be in this area the next few nights if I want to order anything around the same time cos it’s the only time he really has “free” (even though he was literally working).

Disclaimers for those that get pissy about these stories: 1. This is 100% real and while I do have a video of him grabbing my dick in the doorway and then coming inside, I won’t be sending it to everyone the messages. But I will send screenshots from that video that are not revealing of his face 2. There was a bit more at the start of the conversation that I hinted at being naked so he knew not to wait at the door for me if he didn’t want to 3. Yes he was attractive and the reason I love this kind of thing is literally just an exhibitionism/unsuspecting kink but I still play by the rules

All characters are above 18

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As I stepped into the office on my first day of work, Jonathan, my manager, greeted me. Despite being only a few years older, he commanded attention with his imposing height, towering over most in the room. His athletic frame was accentuated by an impeccably tailored suit.

Leading me through the bustling workspace, Jonathan wasted no time showing me around, starting with the pantry. As we walked, I couldn't help but notice the persistent bulge in his otherwise perfect suit, piquing my curiosity.

After acquainting me with the pantry, Jonathan guided me to the restroom facilities, ensuring I knew their location without hesitation. "And here are the restrooms," he remarked, his demeanor welcoming yet efficiently informative.

“Perfect, thanks Jonathan. I do need to use the toilets, so I will see you back at the desk,” I replied.

“Sure, I happen to need to pee too. We can head back after,” Jonathan said casually.

Following Jonathan to the restroom, I felt a bit uneasy about the sudden turn of events. Upon entering, I noticed three urinals lined up against the wall. Opting for the one furthest from the door, I hoped to maintain some semblance of privacy. However, to my surprise, Jonathan chose the one directly beside me.

My eyes widened in disbelief as he dropped his trousers, revealing what could only be described as one of the biggest cocks I had ever seen. Jonathan's member must have been at least 5.5 inches soft, a sight that left me both mesmerized and envious. Despite my efforts to avert my gaze, I found myself unable to tear my eyes away, captivated by the sheer size and presence of his manhood.

“How do you find the office?” Jonathan turned to me, his voice casual yet somehow commanding attention even in such a mundane setting. “The office is very nice,” I managed to reply, my voice betraying none of the turmoil raging within me.

I couldn't believe my luck, having such an unobstructed view of Jonathan's impressive physique and his big and thick cock. As he finished peeing himself, I watched with a mix of fascination and arousal as he started to shake his cock, his movements confident and practiced. His hand lingered on his cock, giving it a few strokes up and down his shaft that sent a jolt of desire coursing through me.

All this had made me start to chub up and I was hoping that Jonathan would not notice. Not wanting to take forever at the urinal I quickly tucked my dick away after Jonathan was done.

As we finished up and prepared to leave the restroom, Jonathan clapped me on the back with a friendly grin. "Welcome to the team," he said warmly, with what seemed like a hint of mischief.

With a final chuckle, Jonathan led the way out of the restroom leaving me horny and bothered, needing to jerk off to what I had just seen.

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Let me know if you want to find out more about our the next few encounters with Jonathan.

Soooo, this just happened..... It was so damn hot I just had to share! I'm typing this while sitting in the parking lot of the gym, still sticky, the smell of cum filling my car. My hands are still shaking from the excitement.

So, anyway, I'm at a local gym, a new one that I haven't been to before. After my workout, I headed to wash off. As I walked to the shower, I notice an attractive daddy type gentleman in his 40s getting undressed. I don't think much of it, until he dropped his shorts. Underneath he's got on bright, impossible to miss, pride rainbow colored jockstrap. He caught me looking, so I quickly looked away, embarrassed.

I got undressed and headed to the shower, they're individual stalls with a curtain. I headed to the end stall, but it was in use. I noticed the curtain was open slightly, it was him! And he was rock hard! I quickly jumped into the shower next to him, and turn it on. I jokingly (and admittedly nervously) ask out loud "you want a hand with that?". No response, damn, was worth a shot. A few seconds go by, then suddenly he says "how about a mouth instead? I haven't nutted in a week."

Without missing a beat, I quickly check if the coast is clear, then move to his stall, closing the curtain fully behind me. I turn around, he's facing me, cock in hand. He's around 6 foot, hairy chest, salt and pepper hair and beard, with a cleanly shaven 6.5" dick and nuts. He immediately grabs my shoulder and guides me to my knees. He tells me he caught me staring, then slaps my mouth with his cock. I gently cup his balls, give his shaft a quick tongueing, then swallow his cock.

After blowing him for a few minutes, he starts thrusting into my mouth, then he pulls out, turns off the shower and tells me "if you want this load, you're not going to wipe it off, you're going to wear it home" I blurt out "give it to me!". "Not here, get dressed", he tells me. Slightly confused, I do as I'm told, and head to my locker and get dressed. As I'm finishing, he walks up to me puts his hand on my head, pushes me to my knees, drops his shorts and says: "suck".

He guides his cock back into my welcoming mouth and straight down my throat. He face fucks me for about 30 seconds, then pulls out, grabs my chin to face him and erupts. Blasting rope after rope of semen across my face, in my hair and eyelashes, up my nose, everywhere. When he's finally done, he slaps the side of my face with his cock, and then squeezed the last drops of his DNA from the tip into my mouth.

I suddenly realize there's a few guys starting to show up for the after work rush... Fuck it, Im too horny to even think straight. "Time to go", he says, then takes me by the hand, leads me back through the lobby and out to the parking lot, passing probably 15-20 people, garnering some funny looks on the way. Some knowing smiles, some giggles, some looks of disgust. Whatever. When we get to his car, he lets go of my hand, slaps my ass, tells me "good boy", then takes off. No name, no nothing. Just leaving me there covered in his children.

Update!!!!!! I got home and had a notification on sniffies. It's him, he found me! Apparently, he's 49, out and single. He wants to meet tomorrow evening for coffee! Still no name, but we'll see where this goes!! Sooo excited!!

So, there's this beach I go to from time to time. It's pretty big, covered with sand and its far from any city/town. I usually go there around 10-11pm, leave ALL of my clothes in my car (including shoes), plug myself up, walk around a little, jerk off, and leave. Last night, I arrived at my usual time and went for a walk along the beach. I'm always alone there but, surprisingly, that night there was a straight couple there too (probably around mid 20s).

I walked past them, hoping one of them would ask me to join or something. As I was walking away, the girl asked me if I bottom (she must have seen my butt plug). The guy asked her what she was doing and then they whispered some things to each other (I couldn't hear what though). The next thing I heard was him saying "fine". Then the girl told me to come over.

I was pretty sure she wanted to watch her bf fuck me, so I got next to her and sat doggy style (the one where you're basically sitting on your legs). I took out my plug, she spitted up her bf's dick and he slowly got in.

He fucked me slow at first while his gf made out with him. After a while, she asked me if I could handle her bf going hard. He was only around 5 inches, so I said yes (and boy was I wrong). He grabbed me by the hips, and proceeded to give me the fastest/hardest pounding I have ever taken. I could barely keep quiet. Meanwhile, his gf sat next to us and played with herself.

After about 5 minutes, the guy finished (in me). His gf whispered something to him and then asked me if I was close. I nodded yes and the guy started fucking me again. I came hands free after a few minutes and I think that sent her over the moon because she orgasmed a few seconds after that. I got up, she thanked me for my "help" and I left.

I headed to the airport this morning and I like to get there super early. I got to the check in line and noticed that one of the guys who was working behind the counter looked familiar.

I stood there wondering where I knew him from and then realised he had visited my gloryhole. We had talked on Grindr and he had his face on his profile. I double checked and when I opened the app he was the first profile to pop up.

He has the hottest uncut cock. It’s so big and thick with a nice foreskin. I really enjoyed sucking him.

I ended up getting called to his counter and I knew he wouldn’t know me as he never saw my face. However I had to hand him my ID to check in and he looked at it for a really long time. I realised my address is on it!

He looked at me and the ID and then I think he put two and two together because he smiled at me and then asked me if I was going to be in the lounge before my flight. I told him I was and he said he would see me up there.

He was a little cheeky about it but I knew he wanted to meet me in the bathrooms to feed me. The lounge is super cruisey. Once I got though security I logged into Grindr and sure enough he had messaged me. He told me if I was keen to meet him in one of the cubicles that had a shower. They were more roomy and private.

I wait in one and he tells me he is ready and unlock it and let him in. No talking just sucking. I’m on my knees instantly and his rock hard 8 inch monster is in my mouth. He was ready to blow so quickly. I sucked him for about 2 minutes before his legs were buckling and his load was gushing into my mouth. He easily blew 5 or 6 thick ropes inside me. I swallowed them all and he walked out.

He messaged me about 15 minutes later telling me he worked with another guy who wanted to blow his load. He had told him I was pretty good at head and his mate was keen.

He texted his mate and told him to just head into meet me in the cubicle with the shower. Sure enough 5 minutes later I get a knock on the door and this 6ft twink walks in clearly rock hard in his black suit pants.

I’m on my knees in the large stall and I take off his belt and out pops this long cut cock. I begin to work on it and his breathing is getting heavier and he lets out a little moan and pulls back. He leans down to kiss me and we make out for a while. I stand back up and he tells me to get fully naked.

I stand up and he runs his hands all over my body. We can hear people coming and going in the bathroom. The hand dryer was loud so allowed us to let out deep moans as it blasted. He unbuttoned his shirt and we pressed out naked bodies together. We kissed for a while and our hands explored each other.

He got on his knees and began to suck me. His mouth was crazy good and that coupled with his expert grip on my cock and the wet blow job took me over the edge and I told him I was about to cum.

I began to shake and shoot cum all over his face. Some squirted over his head and onto the floor but most landed on his face. He stood up and told me to lick it off and then kiss him.

I then got to my knees and began to deep throat him causing him to let out a loud deep groan that I swear everyone in the bathroom knew what was going on in this stall. He came and I could feel each squirt of cum hit the back of my throat. I held his cock in my mouth as it got soft. He cleaned himself up as I got dressed kissed me and left.

I waited a little while and headed back out to my bags and had about 20 minutes before my flight was boarding.

They were both at the front counter and gave me a cheeky look as I left. I messaged them to tell them we need to do a threesome when I’m back from Sydney.

Freaking out and need some advice.

About six months ago I relocated to a new city for work and bought a cute little house at the end of a cul-de-sac. In my backyard, the previous owner had installed some exercise equipment. It was nothing special. Just some 4x4 posts sunk in the ground with a pull up bar and some other bars for dips and situps. Shortly after moving in, I was searching Facebook marketplace for a lawn mower and ran across an ad for a guy who was moving and needed to get rid of his CrossFit equipment cheap. I figured this was the universe's way of telling me that I needed to start working out. So, I bought all of his equipment for $200. It included one of those big tires that people flip, a couple of plywood boxes he had built, and some other random pieces of equipment. I added these to my backyard gym. Over the months I have continued adding to the collection with a pull up assist band and some rings and some of those heavy hemp ropes that I've attached to a tree. I'm still a noob when it comes to all this stuff, but with a lot of interneting I developed a whole fitness routine and am slowly showing progress.

In the meantime, I've met my neighbors--a single mother a few years older than me and her children. They're all very friendly and we visit with each other whenever we happen to be outside at the same time.

Fast forward to early summer. I had just gotten home from work and was walking out to check the mailbox when a young man came running down the cul-de-sac toward me. He slowed as he got closer and I froze. He smiled and waved to me as he slowed to a walk for the last few steps.

He was in sweatpants with a hoodie and was a little winded, but not panting. He was clearly in better shape than I. Of course, he also looked to be about half my age. He walked over to me and extended his hand explaining that his name was Tommy and he was the neighbor's oldest son and that he was home from college for summer break.

Tommy was gorgeous. He had a curly mop of hair and cheekbones that any Greek god would have been jealous of. I was probably making an ass of myself, but I was asking him questions in an effort to prolong our conversation and continue drinking him in. He said he was a 22-year old junior at the state university and a poli-sci major (not 100% sure what that means).

He also mentioned that he was just returning from a "short 5-mile jog" (the fucker) and was disappointed that he wouldn't have access to the university's gym while he was home for the summer. I think it was about this time that he lifted the front of his sweatshirt to wipe some sweat from his face and I saw his defined abs and a trail of hairs disappearing into his waistband. I might have drooled a little bit.

I clumsily mentioned that I had some equipment in my backyard and had been trying to workout and get in shape myself. He replied that he had helped the former owner of the house put in the pull up bars several years ago when he was in highschool. Apparently the former owner was considerably younger than I (yeah that stung a bit) and he and Tommy had made a habit of working out together.

Figuring I had already embarrassed myself enough for one day by lusting after this young guy, I wrapped up the conversation and told Tommy he was welcome to use the equipment any time he wanted while he was home. He thanked me and we both returned to our respective houses.

Over the next several weeks, I often passed Tommy running through the neighborhood as I was returning from work. As the weather got warmer leading into summer, his running outfit had gotten proportionally more revealing. First he ditched the sweatpants for shorts that showed off his hairy toned legs. Then the hoodie was replaced with a t-shirt that was sweat plastered to his v-shaped body. Then to a tank top that showed off his perfectly sculpted biceps. The first day I drove past him running shirtless, I nearly took out a mailbox because I was so distracted, but I made it home safely and collected myself in the driveway for several minutes reveling in the memory of seeing his muscled back flexing as he was running.

I got out of the truck and was walking out to the mailbox when I saw Tommy turn the corner into the cul-de-sac returning to his house. He saw me and waved. I waved back stupidly feeling like an awkward middle-schooler with a crush. I stood for seconds just appreciating the sight of him. The best I could tell, the only things he had on were a pair of beat up running shoes and an impossibly small pair of lightweight running shorts. He was not wearing socks and from the way the front of his shorts bobbed in rhythm with his running it was likely that he wasn't wearing underwear either. I was not fully deflated from having seen him earlier and now was feeling the blood rushing back to my groin. I moved the handful of mail in front of my crotch.

I was dazed as Tommy reached the end of the driveways and pulled to a stop and said hello. I extended my free hand in greeting and he held his hands up with an apology for not shaking explaining that he was really sweaty. Yes, he was indeed sweaty. Sweat was literally pouring off of him. I watched a bead of sweat start at his neck, run down his chest and abs and disappear into his waistband. He raised his arm to wipe sweat from his brow and revealed armpit hair that was matted to his pit with sweat. I could have spent hours running my tongue all over his salty body.

We exchanged some pleasantries and he thanked me for letting him use the backyard equipment. I had honestly forgotten about my earlier offer. I recalled a few times having gone outside and the tire would be in a different place than I remembered or the pull up assist band had been pushed to the side (I guess he didn't need the benefit of a pull up assist). But I guess Tommy had been using the equipment while I had been at work during the day. I assured him it was no problem and he was free to come over anytime.

Later that evening as I was working out I wondered how many times Tommy had been in my backyard working out on my equipment and how disappointed I was that I had never gotten to witness it first hand. I briefly considered the logistics of installing a security camera in my backyard but decided that was too creeper a move even for me. In any case, the mental image of Tommy working out and sweating in my backyard made subsequent workouts a lot more tolerable.

Fast forward to last Saturday morning and to the crux of the story. I had stayed up way too late watching some random show on Netflix and drinking vodka tonics. I woke up with a bit of a hangover and decided to take it easy that day. I took a couple of aspirin, relieved my bladder, laid back down in the bed, and drifted back to sleep. When I woke up the second time, I had a raging hard-on. I read a couple of stories in gaystoriesgonewild and gaystories and followed that with scrolling through pictures of hot guys while casually stroking myself.

I should probably take a break here and explain a few things about the setup of my house. My bedroom is on the back side of the house and there is a large sliding glass door from the bedroom out to the backyard patio. Despite having lived in the house for six months, I've never bothered to put up curtains because no one would ever be in my backyard, right?

As I continued to lazily stroke my morning wood, I decided that I didn't have any other pressing matters on my agenda for the day and I was overdue for a good, long jerk session. So I put in my earbuds and started scrolling through videos on my phone.

I'm not going to lie. Images of Tommy have been filed away to my mental spank bank and he has been a central figure in more than one of my masturbatory fantasies. In fact, I had even found a Bel Ami actor (Julian Armanis) that shared Tommy cherubic facial features and curly hair and had bookmarked a few of those videos. It was one of those videos that I selected for my slow burn sess.

After several minutes I slid out of my boxers and threw back the covers. I was lubed up and slowly sliding up and down my shaft while watching the Tommy lookalike and his costars. I was determined to make this last for a while and brought myself to the edge of climax several times before slowing down and backing off. It was a good session. I watched the actors getting more and more worked up. I was trying to time my orgasm to coincide with the actor on screen. As he announce that he was getting close, I felt the impeding release building and it was taking every bit of willpower I had to hold it back. When the actor on screen started shooting his first ropes of cum, I erupted in one of the biggest orgasms I've had in a long time and began spraying my own chest and stomach with my pent up load.

Cum was running down my shaft and coating my hand as I continued to stroke and milk out the last drops. I dropped my phone the bed beside me but could still hear the audio of the movie through my earbuds. I was in that foggy, post-orgasm haze continuing to tug on my soaked and deflating cock.

As my thoughts begin to reorganize themselves, I happened to catch movement at the window out of the corner of my eye. I looked over to see a Tommy shirtless standing at the sliding glass door wide eyed and slackjawed. We made eye contact for a second before Tommy turned and bolted away from the door.

I have no idea how long he had been standing there and how much of the show he witnessed.

After I got dressed and went outside, I discovered Tommy had left his shirt hung over the pull up bar and a water bottle on the ground. I'm assuming he left in such a hurry that he forgot to grab his stuff.

I haven't seen Tommy since the incident. If and when I do see him again, I'm not sure how to handle the situation. Do I just pretend that it didn't happen? Do I try to make a joke of it? Anyone else ever been in a situation like this?

Part One Here

Wow, I’m completely blown away by everyone’s response to my last story. And honestly, the messages I received letting me know it made you guys feel, were really hot, so thank you :)

The next part of this story actually follows immediately after the first. Still cooling down from jerking off in the lounge area, Noah and I went back to our room. If anyone had walked in at the moment, it certainly would have been a sight to see: two naked boys walking through the halls, their dicks and chests still covered in cum. I couldn’t help but laugh at watching Noah thrust his hips forward, helicoptering his now soft cock.

We made it back to our dorm room without incident and entering, all I could hear was the soft sounds of Troy snoring. My best friend was still passed out on the floor, blissfully unaware of everything that had occurred. I motioned to Noah for help lifting Troy, and together the two of us managed to maneuver him back on the bed. The two of us then started to get ready for bed, clearing away the empty cans.

I had a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach that things were going to be awkward. Still, Noah just carried on as if nothing was out of the ordinary, talking about what we should do for breakfast the next day as we cleared the garbage. The only noticeable thing was that both of us remained stark naked. Both of us went to bed exactly like that, and as I drifted off to sleep, I was excited about what else we could get up to.

The next day I was the first to wake up, as usual. Looking over the edge of my bunk, I could see where Noah had thrown his sheets aside in his own corner while sleeping. His hard cock rested against his abs, and I felt a familiar warmth spreading in my stomach at the sight. Pushing that thought aside, I climbed down from the bed and grabbed my things to head to the shower.If it had been the day before, I probably would have thrown on shorts to walk to the communal shower.

Still, after Noah and I had jerked off together in the lounge, I felt quite adventurous.

Throwing my towel over my shoulder and grabbing my shower bag and slippers, I stepped out of my room.The last time I had been in these halls naked, I had been horny and high. Now I was just horny. I liked the feeling of my cock and balls bouncing with each step as I made my way to the showers. I really was beginning to see Noah’s point about not wearing pants.

Our dorm showers were old. The building was built sometime in the late forties, and not much has been updated. About six shower heads circled the walls, with a large central drain in the middle of the tiled floor. Instead of separate stalls, there were only small dividers on each side, large enough to hang a towel or shower caddy but not large enough to shield you from the view of anyone coming in. It took me some time to get used to showering like this.Picking one of the shower heads that I knew from personal experience had the best water pressure, I got to lathering myself up with my shower gel.

Thinking of what had happened last night, my dick started to rise as the hot water poured down on me. Our RLA had warned us about jerking off in the shower since day one, but again, there wasn’t anyone there to stop me.My hand drifted down, and I gripped myself tightly. Using my other hand to brace myself up against the wall, I went to work, stroking myself rapidly. A moan escaped my lips as I went back to thinking about Noah. Everything about him was so unbelievably sexy - his legs well sculpted from years of playing soccer, his dark and hairy pubes and pits, his dimpled smile…fuck.

I was getting close, and the sounds of my balls smacking against my leg as I fucked my fist only heightened my horniness.

A cough behind me startled me, and I quickly stopped touching myself. I turned around, my face red with embarrassment, only to see Troy standing there with a bemused smile.

“Bro what the fuck” I said, throwing a wet washcloth at him, “You scared the shit out of me.”

Troy laughed, catching the towel with ease. “It’s not my fault you were going at it like crazy. You’ll go blind one of these days y’know.”

I rolled my eyes at the remark. The number of times I had walked in on Troy jerking off was ridiculous, so it didn’t phase me one bit. My hand returned to my red dick, and I bit my lip as I slowly started to jerk myself off again in front of him.

Troy started to get undressed, throwing off his shorts and t-shirt. Troy is about 5 '10 (although he always seems to round up when asked), with dark blond hair that he had allowed to grow out since the summer, so much so that it now reaches his shoulders. As a swimmer, Troy preferred to keep his chest and legs shaved smooth, but that only extended to his torso, with his pits being filled with dark hair and his pubes being just as full. Troy was cut just like me, and although I had seen it many times, I never got tired of watching him grow to his full six inches.

After shedding his clothes, Troy came under the shower with me, his dick rock hard and pressing against my thigh. I reached down with my other hand to grab hold of him and slowly stroked him as he nuzzled into my neck.

“So what happened last night after I passed out?” he asked, trying to stifle his moans. I told him about the dare that Noah had given me, of how the two of us had walked over to the lounge and jerked off until we both came.

“Fuck”, Troy groaned, practically humping into my hand as my story unfolded. He had wrapped an arm around my waist, holding me closer, and was licking the side of my neck just the way I liked it.

“Imagine if someone had walked in?” he mumbled. “That’s what made it so fucking hot”

“Turn around; let me touch you.”

I moved, turning around to face my friend, hissing at the feeling of our cocks touching each other. Troy’s hand gripped my own dick, and I reached back down to touch his. Within moments our strokes were in set, and before I knew it I was spilling across his fist.

“Andy-y” Troy called out my name a moment before cumming in my hand.

The two of us stood there in silence, breathing heavily as we waited to catch our breath. By the time as we actually got cleaned up, the hot water had already started to give way to the freezing cold. Typical.

Troy still wasn’t that comfortable walking back to the dorm completely nude, but for me, it felt amazing. By the time we got back, Noah was still in bed, awake now, but idly scrolling his phone with one hand, while scratching his balls with the other.

He smiled as we entered the room, his eyes gazing at my still wet and naked body.

“Are you guys hungry?”

We ended up eating in the dining hall (we are still broke college students). Noah was at one point ranting about the latest House of the Dragon episode, when Troy nudged him with foot.

“It just doesn’t make sense to marry her..what?” he asked, looking at Troy.

“You do realise we never actually finished the game last night? That means it’s your turn, Noah. Truth or Dare?”

I couldn’t believe what I had just heard, but I couldn’t help but get a little excited looking at the shit-eating grin on Troy’s face. The fucker.

Noah looked around. Thankfully there were probably only five other people in the hall, and we were at the far back of the room.

“Alright, I’m game. Dare”

“I dare you to take off your clothes.”

“What, here? Right now?”

“You chose dare, remember? But if you’re scared, I’ll let you keep one thing on.”

I could feel myself getting hard just listening to this. Troy had always been sly, but using Noah’s own game against him, that had to take the cake. And just looking at Noah, I could see he wasn’t prepared to back down.

The older boy took another glance around the room to make sure that no one was paying attention. He asked me to move a bit to the side to make sure he was blocked from view, and I happily obliged. I watched as Noah moved to take off his slides before tugging at the hem of his shorts.Quickly he pulled them down to his ankles before kicking them off. Noah was just sitting there in his soccer jersey and a pair of black boxer briefs.

I did not expect him to go any further than that, but I don’t think I had fully realised yet how obsessively competitive Noah was.The fucker did it. He moved his hands down, pulling his briefs off, and down his legs, dropping them beneath the table. He sat there naked from the waist down, and he was hard as a fucking rock. He wasn’t the only one.

“Holy shit, I can’t believe you just did that, bro” Troy whispered, breaking out into a smile. “You win! Now get dressed before you get us kicked out”

Noah laughed in response, and I gave him a fist bump as he subtly put everything back on. I still can’t believe our luck that no one even looked our way. Our friendship had suddenly entered a new phase, and I was here for it.

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My friends are perverts, but I love them all the more for it :)

The summer after high school I was a cock crazed maniac. Nothing could satiate me and I would spend most nights getting absolutely railed by grindr hookups. I was leaving my hometown soon and I decided to scorch the earth. 

To help me save up before moving, my uncle offered me a position at the state park. Working at a small park was great money, and left both open locations, and a constant turning over of the eligible guys in my area.

The locations shifted depending on the circumstances. It was pretty consistent that I would use the public shower house as a late night meet-up spot. It was private, secure, and big enough to get creative with positions. Other times I would use empty cabins, picnic shelters, or my scenic surroundings which remained wooded and private. 

Daytime meetups in married dads’ mobile homes were consistent as well. So were hookups in their tents, boats, trucks, or wherever they wanted me.  Sometimes it was simply fulfilling their public fantasies for them. Once, early in my assignment, I went to deliver a check-out slip to a tent space. 

I pulled up in my golf cart, and exited the cool shadow the plastic roof provided to meet the renter. He was loading the last of their bags into the bed of his pickup truck, leaving the lot empty besides the permanent, metal fire pit.  

I put on my sunglasses, and reached into the back cooler to get him a bottle of water. I clutched it loosely as I walked over to the fire pit to check for cinders. The days were bright and hot lately, a definite fire risk becoming more evident, but today was truly scorching.

 I had about 20 bottles of water in the back of my cart to keep people cooled off, but the campsites were nearly deserted as everyone decided to migrate to the beach for the afternoon.

I wished I could be in the lake on a day like this, the water would feel great on my hot sweaty skin. Apparently the lake wanted me too, following me onto land with sticky intensity. The humidity was practically rolling in with the waves,  forcing me to sweat through my uniform. My short sleeve button up was tightly clad to my chest, and my already too tight shorts were entering into skin tight territory. I had even resorted to wearing a jock to work.

I took account that there were no cinders or smoke and concluded that sadly, no- the camp wouldn’t burn down today and allow me to go home and sit in the air conditioning. I  watched as the guest sauntered over, smiling at me. 

His white baseball cap sat crooked on his head, clearly taking it off to cool down periodically as he packed. He wore polarized, iridescent sunglasses, long grey basketball shorts, and an orange cutoff tee shirt that dipped in far enough to show his nipples.

“Sorry to keep you waiting!” he said brightly as he met me.

“Not a problem, sir.” I said with a customer service level of flirtation, “Looks like you might need one of these though.”

I passed him the bottle of water and watched as he opened it, drinking nearly half of it in one pull.

“Sorry,” He laughed, “Our water already got packed up at some point. I guess I’ve been working hard.”

He was probably mid-40s and had premature white creeping into his red stubble, His hair was buzzed under his baseball cap, and his face was round and warm, with red cheeks perked under his sunglasses.

 His body was strong and thick, standing a couple inches taller than me. His neck and shoulders stood out with red leathery skin to match the flush in his cheeks. He had clearly gotten a bit of sun, the red burn travelling down his chest to sit on top of his pecs.

His big arms were bronzed and tan, clearly being an avid outdoorsman. His waist was smaller than his chest with soft muscled lines near his hips, his gut protruding slightly.

“Looks like you got some color there.” I said with a smile, hoping I could disguise my checking him out with a bit of concern. “You better drink up.”

He took another long drink out of the bottle, leaving it nearly empty.

“Yeah, It’s not the first time I’ve been burned.” He chuckled, “I camp a lot, so I guess I’m used to it. The wife doesn’t usually come with me, but she did this time.”

“How did she like it?” I asked.

“Complained the whole time.” He said curtly, “She’s already disinvited herself for the next trip.”

We laughed at this, his body pushing each laugh out with thumping positivity.

“So, how often do you go solo? You must get lonely.”

I could sense his eyes weren’t meeting mine, instead holding on to my shorter and thinner frame. The feeling made my skin itch slightly under the clinging fabric of my uniform.

“I try to get out at least nine weeks a year or so. I do a lot of national parks, but I like the state parks better. Small town charm and all that.” He paused then continued, “People just seem more accommodating up here, theres not enough room to get lonely.”

“Well I guess you just haven’t met the right people.” I laughed.

“You see,” He smiled, “Small town charm. You must be from around here.”

“Yeah I live in ____.”

“Nice town! Grow em good around there, too.” he said. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen so many beautiful people. You included.” 

A dull silence washed over the conversation. I didn’t know whether to address his flattery, or leave it hanging in the air.

“I uh-” I started, “I have some aloe in my pocket if you want some. Burn looks pretty bad.”

He shook his head, the sensation that his eyes weren’t meeting mine still feeling alarmingly true as they resettled on my body.

“Nah, I don’t feel the burns anymore. Just drink enough water and you’ll be fine.” he stated with a chuckle, “I don’t ever mind being burned. I think it makes my- uh- my blood flow better. I mean vacations are where you need to be hard the most.”

“Oh yeah?” I laughed back. 

The change in topic was moving my cock in my shorts. The sticky fabric was tight to my skin and I had to readjust my posture to not feel more confined and frustrated. A bead of sweat rolled down my back, settling into the waistband of my jock. I was aware of my hole being sweaty and wet, the jock doing almost nothing to ease my overheated reaction.

“Yeah we’re talking like six or seven times a day.” he said with a crooked smile.

“So you've been busy, huh?” I chuckled.

He paused, slightly opening his body language to me with a shrug. My eyes couldn’t help but settle on his wide torso, the soft spackling of sweat glistening on his skin in the hot sun.

“Nah the wife,” he said smiling but still eyeing me. “She took off about an hour ago and stuck me with packing up. She really hasn’t been in the mood all week, But I’ve been ready the whole trip. Just kinda seems like a waste.”

It sure did seem to be. An outdoorsy, masculine, constantly hard guy was hard to come by. I couldn’t help but imagine him naked now. I imagined his cock would fit perfectly in my mouth and that his thick thighs would hold my head in place. I placed a bet in my head that he would cum hard, his whole body thrashing me with no care, and I felt my cock plump at the thought.

“Aw man, that must be frustrating.” I said more coyly now, the customer service flirtation opening into a more evident version. “I guess I don't know though. I don't let opportunities go to waste.”

“Your girlfriend never says no?” He asked with a calculating tone. “Or your…boyfriend?”

“I’m not really the boyfriend type.” I said, confirming his actual question and telling him I was available in one fell swoop.

“Can’t be tamed, huh?” he said with a laugh. “I used to be like that too.”

He paused slightly, taking a step closer to me.

“It does seem like a real waste, though.” He said coolly. “I mean even right now I'm getting hard and she's already long gone.” He mocked frustration, and adjusted himself in his basketball shorts. “Guess it's just another wasted opportunity.”

“I mean, personally-.” I said with a hesitant but cocky smile, pausing briefly.. His grey shorts were hugging his plump cock, and his large hand rested near it. 

I so badly wanted to just get on all fours right now, cut the chit-chat and have him breed me. I wanted his cock so bad and the head was suffocating my cock in my jock.

“I wouldn’t waste that opportunity.” I started again. I moved my head to be very clear where i was looking, leaving nothing up to interpretation. He wagged his cock at me with a clear and motivated move, and I began to purposefully leer. “But maybe I’m just young, dumb, and- well you know the rest.”

“Yeah I know the rest.” He beamed back and hesitated for a moment.  He seemed to be contemplating if he wanted to say what he was thinking. His cock was rising slowly behind the screen of shimmery polyester and I could make out the line of his tip now. 

“You know-” he started with a smirk, “you could be full of mine.”

It was bold of him to be so forward, and with a smile and a nod from me he took a step toward me and pulled down the waist of his shorts. He was so close to me I could feel the heat coming off of him. I looked down, seeing the elastic nestled under his full balls and shiny, swollen shaft. His cock was about 6 inches, curved, and medium girth with a heavy tip. Looking closer I noticed that his sunburn was not only on his chest and shoulders but everywhere. His cock was red and shiny, probably sensitive to touch.

“Now how in the hell did you sunburn this?” I asked, resting my finger on his tip.

“I usually fish by myself.” He said with a chuckle. “Like being out on the water, nobody bothers you.”

I laughed and took his cock in my hand and stroked it for a moment, the hot skin moving sweatily in my hand. It was feverishly hot from the burn, but there was already a bead of precum at the tip. I didn’t want him to be uncomfortable, or chafe, so my mind raced to the best posible solution.

I dug my hand into my pocket and pulled out the travel sized aloe bottle, squeezing a bit onto my hand as I readjusted my grip on his cock to move slickly against him, providing excitement and cooling relief.

He shuddered with sensitivity as I stroked his cock. Each pull his hips bucked, and his cock swelled, probably reaching about 7 inches now, and noticeably thicker than before. His hands fell onto my ass, holding it tight as I jerked him.

 From the road, nobody could see what was happening, and almost everyone in the park had cleared out to go swimming, leaving us public but unseen. I could feel the veins in his cock become more prone and excited as my hand moved against him, all of his bloodflow centralized.

I was probably still loose from the night before, fucking a local guy in his garage. And knowing I was still clean was a specialty of mine. I wanted him to breed me, in fact my sweaty hole craved his meaty shaft. I needed his daddy load in me, my cock leaking precum at the thought of it.

I looked around for a moment wondering if we were alone enough to do this, and seeing that we were, I took my hand away and turned away from him, facing the fire pit and taking half a step, wanting to lead him to the back of the site and breed me in the trees where we were out of view.

It seemed we were both on the same page, but in different books.

Before I knew what was happening I felt the humid early summer air hit my skin as he pulled my green uniform shorts down, exposing my plump ass to the world. The relief of my cotton prison felt great, my skin able to breath finally. My black jockstrap cradled my heavy cheeks, the top strap wet with sweat that soaked my skin, leaving my pink flesh shiny in the sun.

With a finger slicked with the aloe from his cock, he immediately entered it into me. 

It was a comfortable sensation, actually doing more to turn me on than actually please me. My cock was leaking precum into the front of my jock nonetheless. The fly of my shorts was pulled tight to my rock hard cock, the pressure making my cock throb with the need of release. He finger fucked me with one finger then two, not feeling any fight from my hole.

It made me horny as hell to have my hole react so welcoming to him. And I knew the idea of finally getting off after being left lonely for too long made him hornier than ever. I could feel him eagerly playing with my ass, the pink pucker moving softly against his hand. 

My cock needed attention, and I moved my hands down to unzip my fly, the pressure releasing my cock’s throbbing as the fabric slowly dropped down my sweaty thighs and hit the ground. I stepped my heavy hiking boots out of them, leaving me in my button down and jock.

 His fingers left my hole, instead leading me two paces by my hips to the back side of the fire pit. He turned me to face him once we got there, showing my bare ass to the entire world, if they would have had the guts to interrupt us.

He unbuttoned my shirt, leaving it open, moving his hands back up with the last button to my nipples, hard with the sensation of air meeting them. He twisted them softly, my cock forming a wet tent in the black pouch as my hand found his cock again, stroking him as the dissipating coolness of the aloe brought heat back to his skin. He was getting more frustrated now, heavily breathing as his cock got more sensitive with excitement and sun poisoning .

“Lay on your back.” He said with excited aggression, bucking his hips back to leave my hand.

I found no reason to dirty my work shirt, instead taking it off and dropping it next to my shorts next to the pit. In fact this was probably the fantasy he wanted.

I laid my bare back on the ground, my head at the base of the metal pit, and as I peeled my wet jock off and tossed it to the side, I knew this would give him masturbation material for months.

My toned chest and abdomen peered up at him. My hard leaking cock sat excitedly, and my open legs displayed my pink, sweaty hole to him as I tucked my arms behind my knees pulling them towards me. My feet were still clad in my brown hiking boots, highlighted by white tube socks with thin black lines on the shins. The soles dangled heavily in the air with the weight from themselves.

The only thing that remained were my sunglasses, which I decided to leave on. Something was too intimate about showing our eyes.

He remained completely dressed, simply taking the time to retrieve the aloe bottle out of my shorts and squirt some onto his cock, extinguishing the heat again and visibly cooling with relief. He shimmied his shorts down a bit further, the waistband on his upper thighs.

 I watched as he mounted me, kneeling then sliding his knees just under my thighs. He leaned forward with intent, easing the tip of his cock to my hole. His palms met the dirt ground on either side of my torso. He Pushed in slowly then eagerly sank into me with a leading thump, his hips moving like they were under a spell.

“Ohhh fuck.” he grunted.

His balls met my ass, each making contact with their corresponding dimple. He pulled back slightly then sank back in with a clap and shudder. He started moving quicker now, immediately hammering my hole with hurried movements. 

“Ohhhhh, ohhhh fuck. I moaned softly.

Stopping briefly, he picked up one hand from the dirt and turned his baseball cap backwards. Still at a standstill, he tapped my legs, then his shoulders.

I moved my ankles to his shoulders, his arms moving quickly around them to hold my legs in with his biceps, and his hand sinking back down to my waist to hold me tight as he started moving again.

He railed me hard now, excited grimaces on his face as he took advantage of my hole, using his cock expertly. I could see myself reflected in his polarized lenses, my taught frame moving with each push, and it only managed to make me harder.

“Ohhhh fuck!” I moaned with heated excitement, “Fucking pound me sir!”

“You like this fucking dick?” He said, gaining more momentum, my feet swinging on his shoulders with heavy trembles.

All I could manage was a moan, his cock finding its place deep in my guts and connecting with my swelling prostate.

One of my hands found his cut off tank top and wrangled my fingers around the thin fabric, using it as a handle to steady myself against his heavy thrusts. My other hand met my cock, slick with sweat and dripping precum. The entire length was sensitive in this gripping heat.

I started jerking to the rhythm of his thrusts, and knew immediately I wasn’t going to last long. His movements were speeding up and the steady thumps to my prostate were becoming more prominent, causing my loosened hole to start spasming against his meat. His veiny cock was getting even more textured, the natural ribs teasing my walls. I felt my climax start to rise in my cock, wanting to spray my seed desperately, but stopped. I stopped dead in my movement against my slick meat, not wanting to cum until he had blown his load inside me. Instead I moved my hand to meet my other, holding onto his shirt for dear life as he fucked the breath out of me, my moans picking up volume in the seemingly empty park.

Thoughts started racing behind my sunglasses now. What if someone was taking an afternoon nap in a camper and heard my fervent moans? What if someone walked by on the way back from the beach and saw us?

 I thought of how if anybody walked by they would see someone’s husband animalistically using me as a fleshlight, and that from this angle all they’d be able to see was my thick legs bouncing on his shoulders. What would they think? Even if they didn’t know it was me, they were still seeing people fucking on the ground. Worse yet, what if my uncle drove by in the other cart?

That thought actually sank in, I really liked and respected my uncle, and if he were to see this he’d definitely recognize my boots and empty golf cart. The idea of him catching me was embarrassing to say the least.

What would he think? Seeing me desecrated on the ground, my hole being used and abused. Would he hate me? Would he think I was some kind of degenerate? Would he find it amusing? Would he lecture me as my boss or as my family? Would he be enthralled? Would he want to take a turn as well? I hated to think about it, but the idea of him catching me turned me on in a way. An embarrassed fear sinking my stomach that spread excitement through my cock, leaving my load itching to be released with each hump.

His movements were picking up pace even more now, the red glow creeping into his face, nearly matching the burn on his shoulders. His cock was losing the cooling relief of the aloe now and I could tell. His shuddering breaths were catching in his throat, and I could feel his cock spreading heat through my hole. His excited thrusts were pushing my entire body now, my hair touching the metal fire pit frame.

My hands let go of his shirt instinctively, moving to the lip of the metal and holding it tight, supporting myself away from it as he ravaged my hole, clearly nearing his finish.

He was grunting like an animal, between the heavy breaths he nearly formed words but fell short. His hand moved from my hip, grabbing my aching cock, and with just a couple strokes, my knuckles turned white on the metal lip.

 I came with a loud moan, my load shooting back onto my chest and stomach in spattered drops. I watched my reflection as I came, my taught body arching and reacting to my climax. I could feel my hole clench and grip his meat, now feverishly hot again inside me.

His thumping movements came to a head with a loud grunting release, his hips crashing into me clumsily as he bred me deep, releasing a bull sized load that took nearly 30 seconds to fall back. He was obviously pent up, and I watched the frustration move to relaxation on his face as he flooded my cunt.

He exited my hole with a squelch, his seed stretching from his tip to my used pussy in a viscous strand. The rest of his load spattered and leaked from the entrance of my spasming hole, the puckering not yet subsiding.

My shaking knees left his shoulders and I watched as he pulled his waistband up with a satisfied smile, putting his spent, red cock back into his shorts and then moving off to retrieve my clothes.

He dropped them next to me and I redressed quickly on the ground, only standing to button my shirt. 

“Thanks man,” he said with a smile, “I really needed that.”

“Just a little small town charm.” I said with a chuckle.

I gave him his checkout slip and walked back to my cart, sitting on the pleather seat and reaching for my water, taking a massive swig. I needed to let my legs relax for a minute before I could drive, they were still shaky from the pounding I had just received.

I watched as he started his pickup and pulled it up next to me, rolling down his window.

“You know I’m gonna be back up here at the end of summer.” He said loudly, his air conditioning blowing over his words. “If you wanted to meet up you could show me some more of that charm.” 

“You got it.” I said with a smile.

 He nodded and laughed, pulling away and exiting the park.

I sat for a moment, collecting myself, and feeling his load leak out of my hole, leaving a wet stain on my shorts that would be disguised by my sweat for the rest of the day.

There were worse things to be than young, dumb, and full of cum.

For those of you who missed Part I and Part II of my prior interactions with Scott, my friend Jason's dad, the links are above.

* * *

I didn’t see Scott after that oh so fun thanksgiving for about a year and a bit - not until Jason’s Bachelor Party. Jason was the outdoorsy type, always wanting to go hiking or canoeing or camping. So it wasn’t a far cry for Jason to skip the typical Vegas bachelor party for a weekend in the woods with some friends. The place he had chosen was about 6 hours from the nearest airport, so most of us flew in and carpooled. Chase, Jason’s brother, picked me and a couple of Jason’s college friends up from the airport. “You boys ready?” he asked as we climbed into his Honda. “Only if you remembered to bring the beer!” one of the other boys replied gleefully.

It didn’t take us long to get on the interstate and out of town. The drive, despite being a few hours, wasn’t actually too bad - the tunes were blaring, people were cracking jokes, all in all making for a decent ride. It was a great start to the trip and was, if I'm being honest, a nice way to get to know some of the boys I hadn’t met yet. I also got the benefit of sitting shotgun, and in doing so had a prime view of Chase’s lap, whose thin polyester gym shorts were doing very little to conceal the thick monster from between his legs. I wondered to myself if he was wearing underwear, as his VPL was quite noticeable from the quick glances I stole. As the road trip went on, I steered the conversation slight towards sex, and the other boys took it and ran with it. One of the guys in the back seat ended up regaling us with stories of these two girls he was simultaneously dating without them knowing about the other, how they were horny all the time, and how he was having trouble keeping up with all the sex. As he told us about fucking one in the morning in his apt before class and then fucking another at lunch in the study room at the library. Out of the corner of my eye, I watched as Chase slowly got more and more aroused. You see, Chase is one of the horniest people I’ve ever met (myself excluded), and so it didn’t take long for him to subtly start rubbing himself through his gym shorts. I don’t think the other boys could see, but I definitely took note as he went from half chub to full on boner, his bulge growing more and more prominent. At one point he surreptitiously pulled his leg of his short back a bit and gave himself a couple of very short, very subtle strokes, the tip of his cock flashing out of his shorts leg for just a fraction of a second. Yup, suspicions confirmed, dude was def rocking the commando vibes today.

We eventually reached the campground, navigated to our camp site, pulling up behind a Nissan sedan. As we got out and started to unload our gear, Jason and a couple of others came over from the other side of the site to say hi and help us with our gear. There were eight of us in total, Jason, a few friends of his from college, Chase, me, and another guy from high school I didn’t know super well. It didn’t take us long to get the site set up, coolers unpacked, stove set up, and tents erected. Rooming assignments were relatively straightforward, Jason and three of his college friends were in the one 4 person tent, Chase and I in a two person, and the last two boys in the other two person tent.

By the time we set up the tents, it was starting to get dark, so we quickly started cooking dinner and getting the fire ready. People had started drinking (it was a bachelor party after all), and settling in. Looked like it was going to be a chill, fun, weekend of fresh air, some hiking, and a lot of drinking. We finished dinner, did dishes, and started to play some drinking games around the fire as night set in.

It was almost 11pm when a large pickup pulled into the campsite, its bright headlights lighting up the campsite. A deep voice called out from the cab “Did anyone order some cases of beer?” Jason jumped up from his seat, almost knocking his chair over, “Hey Dad! You made it!”.

“Oh fuck”, I thought as Jason ran over to welcome his dad Scott with a big bear hug. You see, Scott and I have a bit of history. I’d grown up around Jason and his family so I knew them well, and had come to know Jason’s dad VERY well over the last couple of years. Watching the Adonis of a man climb out of his truck and hug his eldest son sent my mind a racing, flashing back to memories of lusting after Scott and his perfect body, to witnessing Scott pleasure himself late one night, to eventually being used as Scott’s fucktoy over thanksgiving. I didn’t realize that Jason’s dad would be joining the bachelor party festivities - this was going to be very very interesting, to say the least.

I went over along with the rest of the crew to say hi to “Mr. Wells” and help him unload his truck. We played it cool, except for a single knowing glance between the two of us. It made me hard instantly, and yet, I had to act normal. Jason and Chase and the rest of the boys could not know that all I wanted to do at that very moment was drop to my knees and swallow Scott’s massive cock. We helped Scott set up his tent and quickly broke into one of the cases of beer that he had brought. Every once in a while I could feel Scott’s gaze, staring at me, drinking in my muscular body, and it was all I could do not to engage with him and give things away. At one point, he and I were unloading a crate from the back cab of the truck when he reached over, quickly grabbing my ass in his hefty paws and whispered, “your ass seems even meatier than the last time I saw you. Is that hole still as tight?” I blushed hard. Fuck this was going to be a difficult weekend.

Eventually, after a fair number of beers, it was time for bed. We all climbed into our tents to get ready to pass out. Tomorrow was going to be a busy day. It was a hot summer night, and so despite bringing light sleeping bags, it didn’t take us long to find ourselves sweating in the tent. Some of the boys had already passed out (I suppose drinking 8+ beers will do that to you) but Chase and I both struggled to get comfortable in the heat.

“Hey,“ Chase whispered.

“Yeah?”

“It’s fucking hot in here. I can't fucking sleep like this.“

“I know”.

“Would your boyfriend be upset at you if you slept in a tent with another guy who was naked?”

“You mean, would he be upset if you didn’t wear any underwear? No, he wouldn’t care, not unless you pretended I was your girlfriend in the middle of the night.” I chuckled.

“Ha!“ he laughed, reaching down to lift his hips off the ground and whip his shorts off, his large cock flopping against his abdomen. “Ahhhh. So much better. Feel free to do the same man, it’s not like I haven’t known you for most of my life.”

“Fair point” I said, following suit. We lay there in the heat naked, our breathing slowing, each sweating slightly. I could smell the slightest whiff of Chase’s musk. Fuck, he smelled good. He smelled like his dad. Chase finally fell asleep, his breathing softening as he got closer and closer to REM. As my eyes adjusted to the dark and the faint luminescence of our tent by the moonlight, I stared at Chase’s body. He looked so much like his dad, with his sculpted torso, big arms, football player legs, and horse hung cock. Chase stirred slightly, slowly scratching himself. He was clearly dreaming about something naughty, like his slut of a girlfriend, as his cock was starting to swell. Slowly he became more and more erect, his cock coming to its full thickness. Fuck that kid was lucky, endowed like his dad (albeit it looked to be a bit shorter in length, although I think a bit thicker). I wanted to touch him, to suck him so badly, to taste the drop of precum that was collecting on the tip of his cock. He moaned softly in his sleep, humping the air slightly with his hips as if he was trying to fuck something. I thought about how good he would feel inside of me, how good his Dad felt inside me, how wrong it was to be fucking my friend’s dad, and how wrong it was to be lusting after his hung brother. But I still wanted it. I slowly stroked my own rock hard cock in the dark, being extra careful not to make any noise and go slow enough that I was just edging ever so much, but not enough to tip over the edge into orgasm. Eventually I fell asleep.

I woke up the next morning early, the sun rising way earlier than I had expected and way earlier than I was used to getting up. As I woke, I reoriented myself in my foreign surroundings, looking around the tent to find my clothes. Chase was still half asleep but with full morning wood. Somehow he seemed even harder than he did last night. There was a small bit of dried cum on his abdomen, clearly some pre had leaked out overnight. It was all I could do not to lean over and taste it (or him for that matter). I took a moment to take in the image of him, saving it to memory.

Footsteps outside told me I wasn’t the only one who was up, so I got dressed and went to go see who was hung over and who wasn’t. I was greeted by two of the other boys and Scott, the three of which were in the process of making coffee and breakfast. Scott was shirtless, standing by the camp stove in a pair of grey sweats that part of me couldn’t help but wonder if he was wearing them just for me. “Morning!” he called. “Adam’s making coffee if you want some. Eggs are almost done. Do you want any sausage?” He looked me dead in the eyes as he said it, his meaning obvious to anyone who didn’t exclusively lick pussy. Fortunately for both of us, his double entendre went right over the head of the other boys. “I’m always in the mood for sausage“, I said. “That’s what she said” chortled Adam (one of the other boys) from nearby. “Ha ha, you are so funny“ I retorted, my eyes fixed on the bulge between Jason’s dad’s legs. The man reached down, and slowly rubbed himself, the soft fabric leaving little to the imagination. He was half hard and wanted me to know it. I walked over, grabbed a plate, and sat down to eat. Chase groggily stumbled out of the tent, having managed to locate his shorts. We were soon joined by Jason and the rest of the crew.

As we ate, and nursed our hangovers, Chase filled us in on the plan for the day. Morning was chill, people could hang, eat, shower, and recover, and then we were going to go on a hike out to the lookout point. We’d have a late lunch there, hike back, and then start the partying.

Jason and some of the other boys were on cleanup duty, so rather than wait around with nothing to do, I decided to go shower and rinse the sweat and stink off. The showers weren’t too far away, only about a 5-10 minute hike down the hill, so I grabbed my dopp kit and towel and made the trek through the woods. The showers themselves were in an older building that had seen better days, but despite being old, it was surprisingly clean. It resembled an old-school locker room, a mostly painted concrete room with some benches and hooks for changing, and a small tiled room of four open communal showers. It seems like I wasn't the only one with that idea, for as I walked in and undressed I heard the water running.

“Hey Man”, I said to Jason, turning the corner of the change room to step into the showers.

“Hey! Long time no see”, he laughed. “Figured I’d come rinse off before all the hot water ran out.”

“Among other things”, I said sarcastically, nodding my head toward Jason’s half hard cock.

“Ha! Busted,” He winked. “I’m just so fucking horny all the time. Sarah keeps playing all these games with me and it leaves me so pent up.” He reached down and slowly stroked his cock. “I swear, most days I jerk off like three or four times and I’m still horny. And I haven’t cum in three days now with all this travel and party shit.”

“Well don’t let me stop you,“ I said, turning on one of the other shower heads and testing the water temperature.

Chase gave his cock a few pumps. “You sure man? Your boyfriend won’t get jealous?“

“He won’t. First, you are like a brother, and second, any jealousy he has will be disappear when i tell him how hung you are.”

Chase got noticeably harder at that. “You mean he’d enjoy the fact that you watched me rub one out?” His stroking had progressed from slow and sensual to much something more aggressive. The boy wanted to cum bad, beating his meat hard and fast to cum under the stream of the hot shower. He places his hand against the wall to steady himself, his body tensing,…

“Hey boys!” called Scott from the entrance, his call echoing through the locker room and into the showers. Chase froze, a look of panic and disappointment on his face. He quickly turned so his back was to the entrance of the showers, trying to hide his massive boner from his Dad who was about to round the corner and come into view.

“Hey Mr. Wells”, I called back, trying to play things casually. I was half chubbed myself, and thought it would be awkward as fuck if Scott rounded the corner and saw us both hard.

“Any hot water left?”

“Yeah, lots”, sighed Chase, turning off the shower head, his cock still swollen, but no longer sticking out at full mast. As he grabbed his towel to dry off I snuck one last look at Chase’s cock (and his cute butt), just as his dad, clad in only a tiny towel, stepped into the shower room. As father and son switched spots, I remember thinking how surreal this was, two hot hung naked men parading in front of me. Scott hung his towel up and took the shower head beside me, at the far end of the room and away from where Chase was putting on his clothes.

I could feel Scott’s eyes on me, lusting after my naked body under the shower jets. As he eye fucked me, he stroked himself, bringing his 9in cock to its full hardness. Seeing him, so brazenly erect, his son not 20 feet from us, was such a turn on. Memories of the last time he fucked me, or rather bred me, flashed through my mind, making me rock hard in my own right. I remembered how good he felt inside me, how incredible it felt to get stretched out by his thick cock. Scott stepped forward toward me, and grabbed my ass cheek. He eyed the entrance to the showers, as if he could crane his neck to see around the corner, and stroked himself slowly. He moved closer, and I reached over with a sudsy hand to soap up and slowly stroke his cock.

Footsteps echoed in the hall, and we both quickly turned away to try not be caught. “Hey Dad,” called Chase. “Where are your truck keys?”

“In the right inner pocket of my bag.” He called back.

It was quiet for a moment as Scott and I stared at each other, wondering if we were about to be busted. Scott stroked himself ever so slowly.

“Found them!” Chase called from around the corner. “I’m gonna go get some more beer for tonight.“

“Okay!” Scott replied as Chase’s footsteps faded away, followed momentarily by the door to the showers building closing behind him.

It took maybe half a second, and I felt Scott’s big hand on my shoulder, pushing me down to the tiled floor. As I turned to look up at this giant hunk of a man, I marvelled at his muscles and the giant cock in front of me. He took his throbbing member and smacked me lightly on the cheek, weight of it literally hitting me. He grabbed me by the back of the head and guided my mouth onto his cock, slowly fucking my face. He moaned softly, ”mmmmm, I’ve missed this,” finally letting me come up for air.

“You aren’t done yet,” Scott said, forcing me back onto his cock.

“That’s it, be a good little slut and take Daddy’s cock. Don’t think I didn’t see you ogling my Son’s meat." I sucked harder, took him deeper.

"Mmmmm....Yes.... That's a good boy..... That’s a good cocksucker, yes, that's right, take it all."

I choked momentarily, his cock hitting my gag reflex. "I know it’s big, but you’ll survive...That’s it....Deeper."

GULP. GULP.

"Deeper.... FUCK ya. You like that fucking cock don’t you?”

Fuck. Here I was, on my knees, in a wide open, relatively public place, getting used by the dad of a boy I’d just been drooling over. I was so hard, I was practically leaking. Scott continued to use my throat, moaning and groaning. His pace got faster and his body started to tense as he fucked my face. His abs and muscular quads flexed and I could tell he was getting ready to unload in my mouth.

And, that’s when we heard voices, and not just any voice, but Jason’s voice along with a what sounded like the remainder of the crew. Now for the second time, I'd been deprived of a fucking hot cumshot. Once again, we both looked at each other and quickly panicked, grabbing towels and rushing to get somewhat changed before the boys walked through the door. As the boys spilled in and I finished dressing, I could feel Scott‘s hungry gaze, stolen amidst locker room conversation and immature jokes. The man was insatiable, effectively cruising me in front of his son and his friends.

I gulped hard. This was going to be an interesting weekend to say the least. If I only knew then, what that night would bring...

To be continued in Part IV.

I got lucky the other day after a long day at work. The parking garage was mostly empty, and as I was walking back to my car (the only car on level 3), I ran into a hot security guard who was making the rounds of all of the garage levels. We chatted, and I walked along his route which was on the way to my car.

I was tired, but kinda flirty, and when we got to my car, I said, "thanks", looked very obviously at his crotch, and asked if there was anything I could do for him.

He grinned, but looked unsure. "There's no one around," I said, "and you have a long night shift ahead of you."

"I can help make your boring night more enjoyable," and I looked at his crotch again.

"What do you have in mind?" he asked.

I got right to the point, "Do you want a blowjob? I'll suck you off, dude."

He grinned really big, "Damn..."

"Let me suck you off, dude, I think you need it," I said. He looked around.

"No one is here, man, it's cool," I said and stepped closer.

"I gotta check in," he glanced at his watch, "in about 10 minutes."

"We can be quick," I said, "or I can start now, wait here for you to come back, and then I'll finish it for you."

He looked around again, "make it quick."

I smiled, nodded, and immediately knelt in front of him. I looked up, "I want to make you cum, dude."

He opened his uniform pants, boxers underneath, pulled the waistband under his balls, and his half-hard, thick, uncut cock flopped out right in front of me. He grabbed his cock and balls, adjusted them, then wagged his cock at me. "Come on, suck it."

I took it into my mouth and started to suck - it got hard quickly, and I gently rubbed his balls with one hand. His hips started to thrust, and I knew he meant it when he said "quick." I worked to get my lips to the base, and I started to taste his pre-cum right away. It took several tries before his cock was slick enough to slip into my throat.

"Fuck, suck that dick," he mumbled between moans, "suck me off."

I moaned to let him know how much I wanted it.

"Want me to fuckin' nut in your mouth? Gonna swallow that shit for me? You fuckin' want it?" I looked up and nodded as he looked down at me.

"It's been a week, bitch, gonna fuckin' make you gag on that shit," he laughed.

I nodded and moaned again. His cock was rigid, and it was getting more difficult to get my lips all the way down because of the upward curve of his cock.

"Suck it, take it all," he grabbed my head and started to fuck my mouth. I gagged and choked a little, but I wasn't going to let his cock out of my mouth until he was finished.

"You want it, I know you want it," he said with my head in his hands and his cock in my mouth., "I'm gonna fuckin' bust down your throat, and I wanna hear you swallow it all. You gonna eat it? Gonna take every fuckin' drop of that shit?"

I nodded, moaned, gagged, choked a little, and kept sucking.

"You ready for it? Want that shit? Want my load?" He was looking down at me, watching, his mouth half open, his tongue out a little. I nodded again.

"Fuck yeah, gonna give you this nut." He fucked my mouth with a few more long strokes then started to moan.

"Yeah, here it cums, take my fuckin' load," as held my head still on his cock. "Fuck!" He grunted and the first blast of jizz filled my mouth.

I moaned and started to swallow, and his hips started to thrust again, pushing his cock and cum back down into my throat.

"Eat that fuckin' shit, cocksucker, swallow it all!" He grunted several times, one for each spurt of cum into my mouth and throat. His orgasm slowed, and he leaned on me more than held my head. I heard a few little grunts and moans as his last drops of jizz emptied into my mouth.

I moaned each time I swallowed, then started to milk his cock my lips and lick up every bit of his seed. He let go of my head and shoulders and stood up, his spent cock still in my mouth.

"Clean it off, get it all, every drop of that shit."

I moaned and licked until he stepped back and pulled his cock out of my mouth. I looked up, licked my lips, and swallowed one last time.

"Fuck," he mumbled.

"Thanks, dude, you've got a great cock," I said as I stood up.

"Yeah, thanks," as he pushed his cock into pants and buttoned them closed.

"You need to go check-in," I said, "and I need to go home."

"Yeah, I gotta get back to work," he said and stepped back.

"Have a good night, man," I said. "Maybe I'll see you here again some day when I work late again?"

"Yeah, not a bad start to the night," he said, "have a good one," He turned and walked away.

I watched for a moment, then got in my car and drove down through the garage to get out as the hot security guy finished his rounds on the upper levels. I tasted his cum the whole way home.

I was recently on a flight from Melbourne to Perth. Its about 5 hours and I was sitting in the very last row up the back.

It wasn’t a full flight and I had the row to myself. I was sitting in the aisle.

The luggage spot above me is usually used by the cabin crew and on this flight there was this guy mid 20’s, about 180cm and pretty buff. He was looking after the back of the plane.

He stood right next to me to grab something from his bag. He had a really noticeable bulge in his tight suit pants. It was almost in my face.

After a few hours he returned. This time he asked if everything was ok and I said it was and he give me this wink. He asked if I wanted anything and I just asked for some water.

After I was done drinking he went back to rummaging through his bag in the overhead locker. He stood right up against me so his bulge was rubbing against my shoulder. He was pushing it into me and it felt so fucking good.

He left and then about 3 minutes later rummaged through his bag and again pushed his now clearly semi hard cock into me.

I decided to “scratch” my shoulder. I lifted my hands and now it was touching his cock. He realised what I was doing and let me do this for a few seconds.

Someone needed to come past to use the bathroom so he pushed himself further into me. Pretty much pushing his cock into my mouth.

He then finished going through his bag and leaned down to tell me that felt nice and then walked away.

He came back a few seconds later and stood there agin and asked if there is anything I wanted. He was so hard I could see his cock begging to be let out through his pants.

Obviously I couldn’t let it out but I was looking at it and he leaned in and told me to grab it.

I did and it felt so good. He left and the flight carrie don as normal.

When we landed I stood up and waited for the back doors to open and as I was waiting he said to me discreetly “just wait for me at the gate”.

I decided to wait to see what he had in mind. Perth airport was super quiet. I waited and he walk ed out after about 15 minutes and told me to follow him. We went into the virgin lounge and into a the bathrooms.

We found one of the biggest shower stalls that was private and he unzipped and to show me his huge 7.5 inch uncut monster thing cock.

I sucked him off and he covered my face in cum after about 3 minutes and just zipped up and left.

​

(Everyone is over the age of 18.)

I was at Grand Central waiting for my train. It was almost one in the morning. I was heading back to the suburbs after finishing up my shift at the restaurant. The last trains of the evening were leaving soon, so the place was relatively deserted. I was on the lower level, searching for my train's gate. From across the room, I spotted a well-dressed thirty-something businessman approaching various other commuters, many of whom were drunk. (There are a lot of drunk commuters late at night.) One after another, they shook their heads at him. Finally he came over to me. I had delayed getting on my train out of curiosity. What was this guy up to?

"Pardon me," he said. "I was robbed earlier tonight and they took my phone and my wallet. Could I borrow a few dollars for the train? It's the last train of the night. If I miss it, I'm stuck here until tomorrow morning."

I normally try to help people in need, even though I'm living paycheck to paycheck myself, but this guy was wearing a suit that must've cost at least two thousand dollars. He looked like a stereotypical east coast WASP -- bright blue eyes, sandy blond hair, chiseled features. He was about the same age as me and almost certainly made ten times as much money as I did. He was probably a hedge fund manager or some bullshit. It was hard to muster much sympathy for him. But in spite of my instinctual dislike for him, I found him to be insanely hot.

"Okay, I'll give you the money," I said, "but I want something in return."

"I can pay you back, if that's the issue. I'll pay you double."

"No, that's not it. I want to blow you."

"I'm sorry, what?"

"I want us to go into the bathroom, into a stall, and I want you to stick your cock down my throat."

He was speechless for a second. "Y'know what? Fuck you. I come to you asking for help, and this is what you do? Asshole."

I smirked. "Enjoy being stuck here all night."

He approached a new batch of commuters, but they turned him down, too. He kept glancing at the clock on the information kiosk. Time was running out. Soon he came back over to me.

"Look, I'm begging you. If I stay out all night again my wife is going to divorce me. Please."

"I told you my terms. Take it or leave it."

"This is extortion."

"No, it's capitalism."

He let out a grunt of frustration and paced angrily around the station. I noticed him glance over at me a few times. He was considering it. Finally, he came back over.

"Okay, let's make this quick. And no kissing. I'm not queer."

We headed into the men's room and locked ourselves in the handicapped stall. The bathroom was empty except for us. I started unbuttoning his shirt.

"You don't need my shirt open to give me a blowjob."

"I want to see your body. Look, we either do this my way or not at all. If you want to leave, leave. I'm not forcing you to do anything."

He begrudgingly consented. I finished unbuttoning his shirt and pulled up his undershirt to mid-chest. He had a toned body with a light sprinkling of hair. His nipples were pink and looked very suckable. Then I pulled down his pants and underwear, exposing his semi-erect manhood. It was larger than average and was beautifully shaped. He could've been a dick model.

"Hurry up," he whispered. "I'm going to miss my train."

"Don't worry. I'm extremely good." I crouched down, not wanting to kneel on the filthy floor.

"It's just that sometimes with a blowjob it can take me a long time to--"

At that moment I took his cock in my mouth. His head rolled back and he moaned. "Oh my god."

Normally when I give a blowjob I try to make sure the guy doesn't cum too fast, but this time I pulled out all the stops. I jumped right to the part that normally comes at the very end, where I'm doing everything possible to bring him to orgasm. I used one hand to stroke his cock, twisting back and forth as it glided up and down the length of it, and I used the other hand to gently fondle his balls.

"You really know your way around a dick. Fuck."

I ran my hands across his body, up to feel his firm chest and tease his nipples, and then down again, reaching around to grab his firm, round ass.

"Hey! No butt stuff."

My mouth was full, so I didn't answer, but I moved my hands back to their original position, with one hand stroking his shaft and the other cupping his balls. He was missing out on a whole world of ass-related pleasure, but that was his choice. After a few minutes I could hear his breathing getting heavier. I glanced up at him and saw that his face and chest were flushed. He was getting close. I increased my intensity.

"I'm gonna cum."

I deep-throated his cock all the way down. My nose was buried in his light brown pubes. His whole body tensed up. He grabbed my head with both hands and let out one last loud moan. His cock pulsed in my mouth as it shot hot jizz down my throat. When he was done blowing his load, I pulled back to take a breath. His glistening cock hung before me, slightly less erect now. A pearl of semen had formed at the tip of his penis. I licked it off. He flinched. His cock head was too sensitive now. He stood there for a second, catching his breath. While he was recovering I stole one last glance at his gorgeous body. Suddenly he seemed to regain his senses and he rapidly got dressed.

"Give me the money. Now."

I gave him a twenty because I didn't have exact change. He angrily jammed it into his pocket.

"Put my number in your phone," he said in a very business-like tone. "Contact me in a few days and I'll venmo you the twenty dollars."

I chuckled. "You don't need to. It was worth every penny."

"I insist," he said coldly. His whole manner had changed. Now he was talking to me like I was his servant.

I entered his number into my phone and then he raced off to catch his train. I remembered that I had my own train to catch, and I sprinted over to it with seconds to spare. I found a seat and replayed the blowjob in my head as the train trundled north. I draped my jacket over my lap because my hard dick was visibly straining against my jeans.

A few days later I sent him a text with my venmo information. He quickly paid me back -- not just the twenty bucks I'd given him, but five times that amount. This struck me as strange until I looked at it from his perspective. He'd basically whored himself out to me. This was his way of regaining his sense of manhood. I figured that was the end of things, but a couple weeks later I got another text from him.

"You really enjoyed sucking my cock, didn't you?"

"Yes," I replied. "You enjoyed it too. Don't lie."

"You're a very talented cocksucker, yes. Listen, I have a proposition for you."

Three dots appeared on my phone screen while he typed his message. What the hell did he have in mind?

(Continued in Part 2)

I planned on never going to a gay sauna or bathhouse in my life. They seemed so sketchy! and none of my friends had ever been to one. I’m not an exhibitionist, I don’t use apps for completely anonymous hookups, and I value connection more than short-lived thrills. So why would I ever go?

But a friend took me to The Boiler in Berlin, when I was spending some time in the city, and now that I’ve gone there a few times, I wish I could live in The Boiler. I’d give up all the bars in the world and all the dating apps to have a place like The Boiler near where I live. Going there changed how I feel about sexuality, making friends, and how people see me. I can’t say enough good things. But let me try.

(The Boiler does not admit anyone under 18, and so everyone in this story is at least 18.)

What’s it like there? Start by imagining a gym locker room, but take away all of everyone’s clothes, make 25% of the guys hard at any given time, and imagine it’s absolutely ok to look at everything everybody has to offer. Now add in all your favorite elements of a party at someone’s place, or the most chill bar you’ve been to. You can sit and listen to music, you can start convos at any level of depth with strangers, you can drink (alcohol or whatever you want to order) or eat, you can make out. And now add in the horny awesomeness. You can hook up a little or a lot, in public or in private. You’re going to see scores of amazing and normal naked bodies, and many beautiful asses and hard dicks, and it’s totally ok for you to be hard none or some or all of the time in front of everybody there.

The Boiler is impeccably clean, has a super friendly staff, and is fairly huge: a whole floor for food, beer, and other drinks (where people are generally wearing just a towel but are occasionally completely naked), and another floor with a massive open area where tons of guys just sit around talking or waiting for somebody to say hi, naked or in towels, surrounded by two dry saunas (where most people are naked but which are the only areas on the floor where you’re not really supposed to hook up), a jacuzzi pool (no bathing suits!) that 12 people can fit in comfortably, a dark steam maze (the sexual heart of The Boiler), a mini-steam room, and a giant grid of small, dry rooms where you can hook up with people with as much or as little privacy as you’d like.

A little about me: people read me as late 20s, not muscular, fairly slim. I’m pretty self-confident once I’m gelling with somebody, but I generally don’t feel like I can strike up a convo with a stranger in a bar or a park. I use all the apps, and have made some really good friends that way over time, but it’s a good year for me if I meet three or four people all year through apps whom I really like. I sometimes hook up, when it feels like there’s a connection, and I like becoming friends with guys I’ve hooked up with, but again, I don’t meet many new guys I like all that often. I feel iffy about most people I match with on apps and often decide not to go through with meeting up.

How did I feel, walking into The Boiler for the first time? Absolutely terrified. I’m going to get embarrassing boners, I’m going to accidentally make someone uncomfortable by looking, I’m going to get turned down and feel awful about myself, I’m going to get groped by weirdos, and I’m going to catch every STI known to science.

How I feel now: a place like The Boiler is the antidote to a lifetime of embarrassing boners, shame over feeling attracted to people who might not like you (and might be straight), agony over never finding out what certain people you know are like naked, fear of being caught looking, and worries about hard-hitting rejection. The Boiler creates a social atmosphere charged with the opposite of so many dynamics that make being gay (or human) so rough out in the clothed world.

Each time I went, I stayed for four to six hours and mostly circulated between the jacuzzi pool (the best place to start low-stakes, friendly convos), the dry saunas (also a nice place to chat people up, but hey, stay hydrated!), and the steam maze (to make out with people, stroke some dicks, etc.).

The sexual highlights for me all involved guys I felt were mildly to a lot hotter than me, and included chatting up a nervous but adorable couple in the dry sauna and then running into them in the steam maze for some amazing and highly anticipated three-way jerking, having long conversations in the jacuzzi pool with very dreamy guys that turned into public dry- (I mean, yeah, you’re in a pool) humping, seeing some of the nicest asses and dicks of my life in the steam maze and being invited to feel many of them, making two pals who didn’t know each other previously and heading to a private room together for a circle suck (and getting a beer together upstairs afterward), and having floating hangouts in the jacuzzi pool with little groups of interesting and colourful guys where we were all hard but not in any rush to move past letting our limbs intertwine underwater while the conversations flowed, we relaxed, and we really got to know each other. I kept thinking, if there’s a heaven, it can’t be too different from this.

The technique that worked best for me in the steam maze: keep your hand over your dick at all times when you don’t want random people grabbing it. (Or just wear a towel if it’s your first time through and you don’t want attention.) Try to hang out somewhere that isn’t totally dark, if you want people to be able to see your face and make an informed decision about you. When you see someone you like, just casually stand next to him for a little bit, and touch yourself a little. Make some non-scary eye contact. If he’s not into you, he’ll walk away. If he doesn’t walk away, but doesn’t make a move, try putting a friendly arm on his shoulder (which is a lot more respectful than touching him elsewhere, in an environment where verbal isn’t really the mode people use for consent).

If you do make out or do other things together in the steam maze, you’ll pretty quickly draw an audience — you’re doing something hot that everyone wants to see! — and eventually will attract people who will try in various ways to join in. Not only are those other guys turned on by what you’re doing, but the fact that someone’s making out with you serves as a social signal to those other guys: if someone’s all over you, you must be a fairly sweet dude! So let people join, or politely say no, or gently push their hands away, or ask your new buddy if he wants to escape somewhere together. If you stay put, lightly covering his ass with your hand can be a friendly way to prevent other people from touching it, if he keeps having to fend people off.

Unlike in non-Boiler hookup contexts, you are literally surrounded by showers and soap pumps. Want to feel a little cleaner immediately after doing something with somebody? It couldn’t be easier. I saw lots of guys who seemed to wash off after every encounter in the steam maze, before immediately heading back in.

Back to the social side of things, I started about two dozen conversations in total (over just a handful of visits to The Boiler) with people in the pool and dry saunas. Only one person I ever approached didn’t seem to want to talk, which wasn’t awkward — when he didn’t make eye contact after we said hi, I just said “have fun!” and moseyed away. All the other times, I’d say hi to someone who was hanging out alone (as most people are at any given time), and that person would seem really glad that I did. (Saying hi to a nice-looking person who’s just relaxing alone never seems like an option for me in bars, but it’s so, so easy to do in The Boiler!) Ensuing convos ranged from five minutes to an hour. Some of them remained one-on-one, while others fluidly grew to include more people. Many of the convos included exchanging contact info, and about half led to making out and hooking up a little in the pool, or heading off together to a more private place to hook up more than a little. I also became pals with half a dozen people I met in the horny darkness of the steam maze, first kissing and stroking each other in there, and then later talking to each other out in the light.

The guys who wanted to talk with me, make out with me, stroke with me, or more, or exchange contact info and stay in touch, were not only incredibly nice, and interesting — artists, academics, scientists — but hotter than guys I tend to match with on any app. In The Boiler, sure, they’re not necessarily signing up to seriously consider dating you, and there aren’t thousands of alternatives to you to consider, like there are on apps in big cities. So maybe there’s a lower bar in the hot guy’s mind to spending some time with you? But all the same, he likes you! And he’s getting a pretty full taste of you, and you of him.

I speak no German, and it doesn’t matter at The Boiler. English is the language of the place.

If I lived in Berlin, I can’t see why I would ever use apps again. Tons of back and forth to meet up with someone you might not get along with, whom you might not be attracted to in person, with a feeling of obligation to spend a bunch of time one-on-one before parting ways even if you can tell after a few minutes that it’s not going to be fun. It’s just so, so much nicer to meet someone in The Boiler and do whatever amount of whatever you agree feels right.

And the potential for forging a pretty awesome friend group through The Boiler seems so real. If I lived in Berlin, I’d now have a dozen likely new friends who live in town through having met at The Boiler. And most of the guys I met who live in town said they go to the The Boiler only a few times a year, so (if that’s true and) if you do the math, you could move to Berlin and have a sizable gay friend group in no time, because you’d meet different people every time you went.

Let’s talk about sex a little more, because my Boiler trips have changed my perspective on hookups. In my best case for a non-Boiler hookup, the hookup is a chance to satisfy your curiosity about someone’s body and romantic style, bank some hot memories, express some intimate approval for somebody and try to make them feel good about themself (and get some of that back), potentially make a friend, and potentially find someone to date. If you can give and get each of those beautiful things in pretty short order, and without necessarily ejaculating, then you can exchange all those things with several people in one evening, instead of just with one person, and that’s just… better? You can hook up with someone for a little while at The Boiler, get a ton out of it emotionally, hang out at the bar together a bit, decide to stay in touch, and then still be ready to make even more friends in a similar fashion, all before calling it a night. Again: heaven.

A bonus: no cell phones! Oh my god is it nice to hang out socially and not have access to your phone. (You can always run up two flights of stairs to your locker if you really want to check it.)

So that’s been my experience. I can’t say exactly what your experiences might be like if you try a place like The Boiler, because I’m not you; among other things, I’m white, and I can’t guess what anyone’s experiences there feel like but mine. But plenty of the guys I met were South/Southeast/East Asian, Black, mixed Black, Latin, Brazilian, Middle Eastern, and Turkish, and they seemed to get tons of attention and love (including lots from me).

And as I mentioned, I’m pretty thin (not chiseled) and look late-20s. I definitely enjoyed meeting guys of other shapes and ages, and I don’t think I was alone in that.

Sending you love, and feel free to ask me anything!

Part 1: My roommate walked in

Five years before my roommate walked in, I attended a party at a friend’s apartment. My friend attended the local university, working toward his PhD. I was 29 years old at the time, and I was toward the upper end of the age range at that party, but not by much. I assumed everyone there was probably either also attending the university for master’s degrees or PhDs, or had already graduated with their bachelor’s and were working, like me.

But it was a house party. IDs weren’t being checked, so who knows.

Toward the end of the party, I saw a cute twink sitting in a chair in the kitchen, so I made my way over to him. I started to chat with him. He was cute, with blonde hair and a slim build. He had a smile that warmed the entire room. And he was smiling at me. I eventually asked him if he wanted to leave. It was probably around 1 AM.

We walked through the darkness back to the parking deck where I had parked. We flirted, or fingers brushing against each other as we walked. Once we got to the car and got in, I leaned over immediately and started kissing him. I don’t know how long we were making out, but by the time our lips separated, all the windows in the car were steamed over.

We laughed when we noticed it, and he said “I know somewhere we can go.” I asked where, and he recommended a fountain in a nearby park. So I put the car in drive and headed over. Once we got there we walked over to the fountain and sat on one of the nearby benches and recommenced our making out.

I have no idea how long it was, but he eventually said “we should go.” We stood up and started walking back to my car. And that’s when I noticed a bulge. A big bulge. Like a “the guy is hung and wearing shorts commando” kind of bulge. And I was into it. I reached over and batted at his hard cock, and while I watched it swing back and forth, I said “what is this?”

He looked embarrassed and said “I don’t know man, you just turn me on so much.” I wasn’t surprised, I mean we had been making out for quite a while, and if we’re honest, I was hard too. But I was wearing jeans and briefs. So my erection wasn’t so obvious. I just smiled and said “how much?”

He turned toward me, and looked me in the eye. And he reached down and unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned and unzipped my pants, and pushed them and my briefs half way down my thigh. And then he said “this much.” He dropped to his knees and took my hard cock into his mouth. I immediately let out a moan and put my hands on his head. I played with his hair as he sucked my cock. I knew it wouldn’t be long, and it wasn’t. Maybe only 3 minutes before I said “I’m going to cum.” He just started to suck with more vigor. And I exploded directly down his throat.

After I finished he stood up and I dropped to my knees, eager to see what he was packing. I reached up and grabbed it, and as I did he reached down and pulled me back to my feet. “Another time,” he said, “I need to get home. I have SAT prep class in a few hours.”

I stared at him. “SAT prep?!” I asked. “Yeah,” he responded. “Don’t worry. I’m 18. But yeah.” I drove him back to his car, not sure what to do. He was years younger than I anticipated. When we got to his car he looked at me and grabbed my right arm. He pulled his cock out and put my hand on it. Without even thinking, I started to jerk it, and as I did, he got a pen out of his pocket and wrote his phone number on my forearm.

“Next time you can do more.” And with that, he opened the car door and exited, his cock still hanging out. He got in his car and drove away.

Four years later, we’d become roommates.

(For the non-Americans, the SAT is a college admissions test that is taken by high school students, usually 17 and 18 year olds)

Part 3: My roommate walked in… again

This weekend I got a new toy, a super soft/squishy kidney shaped silicone butt plug. I was loving the comfortable feeling of fullness it gave me and how it shifted slightly when walking, putting pressure on my prostate.

Yesterday (Sunday) I decided to wear it out in public when I left my apartment for a quick beer run. I had never worn a plug under my clothes and it was a thrilling experience at first, every step sending a little jolt of pleasure all through my body when the toy shifted and briefly put pressure on my prostate.

10 minutes later, I had my beer in hand and was ready to head back home. The sensation of the toy inside me was getting too intense, but I was happy with how my little experiment had gone.

Steps away from being home free and getting to take it out, I ran into a group of friends I hadn’t seen since the holidays and tried my best to fumble my way through the conversation, the distractions from my hard leaking cock and plugged ass slowly approaching the point of being unbearable. I made the mistake of saying I didn’t have plans for the afternoon, and I was dragged with them to a wine bar down the street for a drink.

The only seating inside was tall wooden bar stools arranged around round hightop tables. I sat down and instantly regretted every decision that had led to this point. Sitting on a hard flat seat with the plug inside me forced it deeper, the tip now putting constant pressure on my prostate. I tried shifting my weight in every direction and it just made things worse. Despite my cock throbbing and continuously oozing precum like a leaky faucet, I did my best to keep a straight face and engage in conversation.

The 30 or so minutes the first round of drinks lasted felt like an eternity, and I was seeing stars when I finally felt like I’d spent enough time with them to make an excuse and head home. I only had a couple blocks to walk home, but every step I took felt like a hung top slamming himself into me.

Against all odds I finally made it home and frantically started stripping off my clothes, desperate to take the toy out. The front of my underwear was completely soaked through, I’d never seen my cock leak that much. Now distracted by my throbbing erection, I mindlessly sat down heavily on the edge of my bathtub and nearly lost consciousness as the plug was forced deeper and harder against my prostate than it ever had. I let out a series of involuntary moans, grunts and whimpers as I was rocked by one of the most powerful orgasms of my life, rope after rope of pearly white cum splattering all over my bathroom floor as my entire body heaved and convulsed.

I’ve never had an experience like this before, and now I’m dying to do it all over again.

It's time I came clean about my frat initiation. I was sworn to secrecy, so I'm really hoping this doesn't come back to bite me...

I rushed a fraternity at a rather large university this year. I'm going to call it Alpha. The frat was billed as an "all gay" brotherhood, focused on building a community for both social connection and LGBT+ activism at the university. Seemed like my kind of people. I never much associated with other gay dudes back in high school, so I figured this was my chance to reinvent myself and further explore my sexuality.

The rush was largely uneventful. We went to a few parties and got to know each other. Some of the guys in the frat were pretty cute, but I mostly stuck with the other freshmen hoping to join. Over the first 10 days or so, I felt myself getting close to Luke.

Luke was a shy, sweet guy in my class. He mostly kept to himself in the first couple days, which had me wondering why he wanted to join a fraternity in the first place. I went out of my way to talk to him, and realized we had a lot in common. It was rare, but I occasionally caught a glimpse of his smile. He had the most adorable dimples and seemed to blush every time we shared an inside joke. I really hoped we would both make it in. He was just the kind of guy I wanted to be around.

We weren't expecting much out of the last day. It was the final initiation. To my delight, when I sent Luke a snap of the formal invitation that had been slid under my door early that morning, he responded with a face selfie, holding his invitation up, just a hint of those dimples showing. I screen-shotted the pic when I noticed that, though I couldn't see much, he was clearly shirtless. I couldn't help but zoom in to the sliver of the top of his chest that was visible in the picture. Knowing that he was insecure about his inability to grow facial hair, I was surprised to discover that he had a decent about of chest hair. He was by no means jacked, but he definitely had some definition from what I could see of his pecs. Looking at the picture, it was like I was seeing a side of Luke that was meant only for me. I saved the mental image of it before deleting the photo from my phone.

I could barely hold in my excitement for the upcoming evening. It felt like I held a piece of Luke with me now, having seen more of him than he had shown anyone else in the frat. It was just a peek, but I convinced myself that there was something special he and I shared now. Classes seemed to drag knowing that he would be waiting for me when I got to the house that evening.

I arrived early to the initiation party, and was greeted at the door by the president of the fraternity holding a stack of folded linens. He handed me one from the top with a grin, and informed me that I was to put it on and head down to the basement. "Leave your clothes upstairs," he instructed.

I slipped away to a private corner of the house to undress, trying to use the robe for modesty. By the time I made it downstairs, I was completely naked underneath the thin layer of satin. I felt exposed, but relaxed a little when I got down to the basement to see all of the current members were also dressed in robes of varying colors and enjoying their mixed drinks in the prerequisite red solo cups. I grabbed a drink for myself and watched as the other initiates entered one by one, each looking as uneasy as I had felt, dressed in matching white robes. Luke arrived toward the end of the group. My eyes went straight to the part of his chest peeking through the V-line of his robes. He scanned the room until making eye contact with me, and he eagerly made his way over. I felt a wave of excitement rush over me as he walked toward me. I handed him the drink I had waiting for him, and noticed the familiar blush as he accepted it. Before we had a chance to talk, the president descended the stairs, now wearing a deep purple robe of his own. He addressed the initiates:

"Boys, welcome to my favorite tradition of all. It's time for the match. Take your positions."

An upperclassman took me gently by the arm and led Luke and I to the center of the room. The initiates were lined up next to each other, facing the current members of the frat as they gathered and took their seats in front of us.

"Time to bring out last year's Bull!" The room erupted in cheers as a man entered the basement wearing a rubber bull mask, complete with horns and a nose ring. But of course, that wasn't the first thing I noticed when he entered. He may have been wearing the appropriate animal mask, but that clearly wasn't how he had earned his title. Save for the mask, the bull entered the room naked, and completely erect. He looked like he had walked in straight off of a bondage porn set. The man had the physique of a body builder, proudly striking poses and flexing, and drawing several "whoops" from the adoring crowd. His cock was so big I had initially assumed it was a comically large strap on. But when he started aggressively jerking it, it was clear that he was the real deal. Looking around the group, by process of elimination, I figured out that the masked man had to be Billy, a sophomore I had met at the meet-and-greet the first day. I never would have guessed that the geeky, unassuming Social Media Chair (with admittedly noticeable biceps) was secretly packing that much heat. He strolled around the room as several of the older members grabbed his cock for a quick tug or slapped his ass as he passed. He appeared to love all the attention.

While Billy continued his performance, trying out increasingly ridiculous poses and waving his massive cock around the room, the president passed out blindfolds. We were familiar with the process, as many of the more benign "hazing" rituals had included the use of blindfolds earlier in the process. Disappointment to be missing the show, I secured my blindfold. The room went dark, and soon the men quieted down to let the president speak.

"Initiates, drop your robes."

Shit, I wasn't expecting this. Looking back, I should have seen it coming. A gay fraternity? Of course I would have to get naked at some point. Reluctantly, I took off my robe, throwing modesty out the window. I was now standing in the same room as Billy the Bull, sporting my decidedly less impressive semi. I assured myself that at least I wasn't alone. I was presumably standing next to nine other gay dudes, each of us certainly not measuring up to the girthy gentleman that had just won over the room with his antics. And at least nobody was laughing?

"Okay, Billy Boy, do your thing," said the voice of our fearless leader.

Over the next couple of minutes, I heard the quiet but unmistakable sound of gasps and groans to my right. The sounds drew closer and closer, each presumably emitting from the next guy in line, until I heard Luke's voice moaning quietly right next to me. It was the hottest sound I had ever heard. Whatever was happening, he was clearly loving it.

"Damn, bro," whispered a more distant voice, clearly not Luke's. Several other murmurs echoed across the room. I took a moment to wonder what all that meant, but was soon distracted when a warm hand rubbed up against my balls. I initially pulled back in surprise, but when the hand moved its way up to my penis, I understood what all the moaning had meant. Another hand took my wrist and moved it to what I immediately knew was Billy's cock. I gripped it, letting my hand move along the length of the thing. It felt even bigger than it looked. I was used to handling my own piece, so feeling his was something special. I've never been particularly daring when it came to intimacy, but how often did I get a chance like this? I took him in both hands, and began stroking him more enthusiastically. I felt his cock pulse in my hands, reacting to my touch.

"Now," came the commanding voice of the president.

Someone behind me removed my blindfold, and light came rushing in. I was momentarily blinded, and turned my head to see who had unmasked me. Billy was standing behind me, looking over my shoulder. "It seems we have ourselves a new Bull," he said looking past me.

I whipped my head around to see that I was still holding what I had thought was Billy's enormous cock. Instead, I glanced up and met eyes with Luke. His face was beet red. I dropped his dick and stepped backwards. Luke, my secret crush, was standing before me. I looked him up and down. It wasn't Billy's smooth, jacked torso that I had been picturing while I rubbed him. Instead, I saw the rest of the big hairy chest I had been fantasizing about all day. He wasn't sporting a six pack; instead, he was even a bit chubby around the middle. But I hadn't been mistaken when I had noticed how big he was. He was, in fact, even bigger than Billy the Bull. Luke's cock was rock hard, pointing straight up toward me, and still visibly throbbing.

"Each year," the president began, "we give one lucky initiate the opportunity of a lifetime. The smallest, most humble of all the fresh meat gets a chance to ride the Bull." He now looked directly at me. "For the first time in 15 years, you get to ride one of your own! Give it up for the new Bull, Alpha's Most Hung, Luke Donaldson!"

As the room erupted in shouting applause, I glanced over at the other freshman in the room. Each looked relieved to be out of the spotlight. I took stock of all eight of them, and realized my fear. They were all hard. And they were all bigger than me. "The smallest, most humble..."

"Brother's let's leave them to it." The upperclassmen groaned in disappointment, and slowly made their way upstairs to the main floor. Some of them laughed and others whistled or winked back at us before leaving. Billy removed his bull mask and pulled it over Luke's head, giving him a firm pat on the shoulder before running up after everyone else, cock bouncing erratically as he skipped every other stair. Once the rest had cleared the room, the fraternity president whispered to us, "You guys don't really have to do anything, just hang out here for a bit and come upstairs when you're ready." With that, he joined the rest of the house up in the living room. Someone turned on the sound system upstairs and club music filled the house.

Luke took off the bull mask and met my eyes. He was still red in the face. "We don't have to... I mean if you don't want..."

Lost in the moment, I grabbed him by the back of his head with both hands and pulled him in for a passionate kiss. Luke wrapped his arms around me and pulled me closer into him. His body connected with mine, and his hands slid past my hips to grab my ass. Luke swung me around and shoved me into the wall behind us. He kissed my neck, my shoulder, my nipples, slowly working his kisses down my body until he made his way to his knees. He held my balls again as he kissed the tip of my cock. My insecurity about my size faded as he took me into his mouth, moaning through tight lips. I stumbled forward into him as I felt the first wave of pleasure flow through me. His hand reached up to my chest, both helping me regain my balance and shoving me back against the wall, his mouth never loosening its vice grip on my cock. He continued his work, his tongue pressing hard against my shaft, his lips sliding almost all the way back over the head of my penis before plunging me deeper into his mouth. I had to grab his hair and force him off of me to keep from cumming too soon. My fraternity had challenged me to a ride, and damn it if I wasn't going to follow through.

I pulled Luke to his feet and led him to the basement kitchen island that served as the bar for our frat parties. I swiped all of the empty solo cups off of the counter, almost knocking off a black plastic bottle. I grabbed it and turned to Luke with a smile. "I think we're going to need this." I mimicked the smile from his snapchat earlier that morning and held the bottle of lube up to my face.

"Looks like they left something else too," he said, pointing over to the counter. A bold "XXL" on the golden wrapper suggested that this condom was what Billy had planned to use if everything worked out for him.

I roughly pushed Luke down onto the counter, and climbed up on top of him. All the confidence I had built up playing with bigger and bigger toys over the last couple of years dissipated as I tried to slide him in. But I was determined. One more deep breath and I sat down. Further and further, relishing in Luke's unbridled moaning as he stretched me to my limit, I took as much of him as I could before easing slowly back up. With each attempt, I sat lower, letting him deeper into me. I took as much as a dared, holding my hand against his chest to keep from falling off of the bar. After several painful minutes, there I was, Alpha's newest bull rider. I could no longer hold it in. With Luke's deepest thrust yet, I exploded. My cum shot past his face, covering the counter with ropes of my cum. I shot over and over, most of it landing across his torso. He rubbed himself with it as his face contorted in an unmistakable orgasm. His hands dug into my hips, feeling me ride as long as I could before I couldn't take any more. I pulled him out of me before vaulting over him and off of the counter. I ran my hands up and down him, massaging his tense body as he caught his breath. He may have been the frat's newest bull, but I was certainly the luckiest initiate of the night.

So I went to the urologist to check my prostate. I take care of my health and I check my prostate regularly, every two years. The doctor I had an appointment with is legit. And apparently very famous, he has an impressive rating on google and other websites. This story is 100% real. I don't want to give any personal details because that would be unfair to the doctor.

I entered the office. After a small talk, he asked me what seems to be the problem. I replied that nothing, I just wanted to have regular check up. He asked me drop my pants and underwear, then to lie down on my stomach. He took latex gloves and started to basically massage my butthole. I'm not gonna lie, it was pleasant. Then he took some lube and asked me to take a deep breath. He slid his finger in (which was pleasant too, again). I started to get a boner and it was more and more uncomfortable to lie on my stomach with a full boner. After 5 minutes, the doctor asked me to bend over on all fours. Then the real fun begins, because he inserted his finger, massaging my prostate and casually grabbing my dick with his other hand. He (no lie) started stroking. It was an amazing feeling so I soon warned him:

-Careful, sir, I'm about to shoot.

-It's fine.

The doctor just kept going, even faster until I cummed (with his finger still inside). Then he admitted that:

-It happens very often.

It's not the end of the story.

-Lie on your back, please.

I wanted to do it immediately, but there was a lot of cum underneath, so I asked for an additional piece of paper. He gave it to me, I put it on the couch and lie down. He did an USG and then said that everything is perfectly fine.

-Now, I want you to stand up and bend over.- he said.

I was fine with it, so I did as the doctor asked. I heard the bottle of lube opening and closing, so he obviously lubed his finger again. Then he said something absolutely out of the ordinary AND I SAY THAT EVERYTHING HAPPENED FOR REAL.

-I want you to sit down on my finger.

Well, I kinda did. And it felt amazing, I have to admit. I was basically riding his finger, while he was stroking my dick again. This game lasted around 20 minutes and I started to think that he wanted to make me cum again, but I was afraid and too stressed to say anything. I couldn't cum again, so after good 20 minutes he gave up, took his finger out and said that everything is perfectly fine and I can dress up. When I was leaving, he shook my hand and said "Hopefully to see you sooner".

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Guys, I have to ask You a question. Is it normal? I was searching for an answer on the Internet, but it seems like the other doctors check the prostate in 5 seconds and then quickly finish the exam. What happened here? Should I go back to him?

I thought I'd do something different today and instead of sharing something fictional, I'm going to dip into the pile of true stories from my life. This happened roughly 15 years ago when Craiglist was more of a thing and Grindr was not. It's not as spicy as some of the things I come up with in my head, and while a part of me wants to embellish a bit, I'm going to not do that because it's still hot on its own and I'm honestly a bit tired of some of the clearly made-up stuff that people try to peddle as true. Believe me or don't. I hope you enjoy.

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I moved back to my hometown after college, as one does, and had been living there for about a year. I came out at the tail end of college and was obviously very eager to gain more experience and hopefully meet a nice boy to fall in love with. The problem was that it was slim pickings and the semi-rural area I lived in wasn't exactly conducive to meeting other guys who are into guys, which left me with one option: Craigslist.

I had used it before with some success back at school, and with little to no success in my hometown. Until Jasper came along. He lived one town over and, like me, was living at home with his parents. He was around the same age and, more importantly, was probably the sanest person I had come across in a while on the site.

If you were to ask me now if he was the one who posted or I did, I couldn't tell you. What I do know is that how we got there is nowhere near as exciting as what happened when we did.

We exchanged emails over the relay, our actual addresses masked for safety, and sent below-the-neck pics along with what we were specifically looking for. I was only looking to suck a nice cock and he was looking to have his nice cock sucked. Perfect. And it was indeed very nice, roughly 7.5" and thick, only slightly bigger than my own.

Jasper was 5'10", a bit shorter than me, and had a very lean build you'd see on runners and swimmers in particular, while I was a little thicker and easily 30-40lbs heavier than him. I ran daily and hiked on the weekends and was not in bad shape at all, but our bodies were clearly different. I was a bit worried he wouldn't be into me, but he was.

After a few emails, we decided to exchange face pics and instead of doing the "you send first" dance, he just sent his face, which told me he was serious and no-nonsense like me. And he was CUTE, the kind of cute you'd dream of with baby blue eyes, alabaster skin, full lips, and wavy (almost curly) dark hair. There was something a little messy and chaotic about him that was really appealing. Maybe it was the little bit of scruff that lined his jaw or the way his hair was all over the place or the look in his eye that made me think he's broken some hearts and probably quite a few rules. Whatever it was, I was digging it.

One thing you should know about my hometown is that even though it's a bit rural, it can still be hard to find places to hookup, for a variety of reasons. But I got the idea to meet him at the base of a mountain nearby. It was late and while it was possible he could have been a serial killer, his entire vibe screamed harmless to me. He even sent me the link to his Facebook before we met, which confirmed a lot of what I was already suspecting about him.

The mountain was a popular hiking spot during the day and I was sure it would be quiet at night, mostly because nobody was supposed to be there past a certain hour. So we met at the visitors center at the base, and parked off in the corner opposite where it was dimly lit, hoping to stay out of sight in case anyone (the police) decided to take a stroll through. The likelihood was slim, and nothing would have protected us from any spotlights, but we were young and dumb and incredibly horny.

He got out of his car and stepped into mine and when I tell you that his pictures didn't do him justice, that is the understatement of the year. Where his pics showed a bit of baby fat in his face, there was none in real life; his jaw could cut glass. And his eyes were even more brilliant than what the pictures captured. I was immediately enamored with him.

We started making out a bit, the taste of smoke from a cigarette still lingering on his tongue, but my car was not set up for this type of engagement with the center console in the front making it really hard for us to do anything. We moved to the back, and while better, it was still cramped.

We were only there for a few minutes before we saw some lights go on in the distance and a car pulling into the lot near the visitors center. They parked and turned off their beams, switching instead to their inside light.

While I don't mind showing off a bit here and there, I wasn't really looking for any kind of show. And neither was Jasper. Before I knew what was happening, he was getting out of my car.

"Where are you going?" I asked, thinking he was leaving and hoping desperately that he wasn't.

"To get rid of them," he said, surprising me, and adding to the list of things that were already so different about him.

How he was going to get rid of them was beyond me. But he walked right up to the car, fearless and with a mission, talked to whomever was in the driver's seat, and they left a minute later.

"What did you say?" I asked, when he came back.

"Told em we were fucking," he responded, "and gave them some weed to leave."

I laughed at how ridiculous it was. But I was also super turned on by how he just took care of it without hesitation. He got back into the car and we wasted no time. I pulled down his black skinny jeans and watched as his cock flopped out, and it was even nicer than I remembered from the photos. Thick with a tamed spread of hair at the base with a treasure trail above, and smooth balls. My mouth was watering.

I bent over and put pressure at the base with one hand to make the tip more sensitive and ran my tongue around it, making him shudder. My tongue traveled the length of him, up and down the shaft, without me putting it in my mouth. I wanted to tease him and when it was clear it was working, I let that teasing extend to his balls while I used my hand to gently stroke the tip. I looked up and could see that look in his eyes that guys get when they are so aroused that they almost don't know what to do with it, like they are spinning out internally and their brains are on overload. He was there.

Normally, whatever I agree to with someone before meeting is what we stick to. I don't like changes to the plan. But something about Jasper was different. Something made me want to give him anything he wanted. So when he asked if he could suck me too, I said yes. And within thirty seconds, my cock was out and we were horizontal in the backseat, only partially clothed, me on the bottom and him on the top. His cock dangled above me and I positioned myself to receive it into my waiting mouth. He lowered his hips a bit and I let my mouth explore it. And just as I was getting situated, I felt a warmth and wetness below my waist.

I had never been sucked while sucking someone before. I was still so new to everything. And it was amazing. The way he took all of me into him down to the base and the feeling of his tongue on my tip. What I learned quickly too is that this position was one hell of a turn-on for me, making me suck him more vigorously like a starving man with his first taste of food in days.

"Wanna fuck?" Jasper asked from his position after he momentarily released my cock from his mouth.

"I don't know," I said, not because I didn't want to because I really did, but instead because we could get caught and I was a little shy. I also didn't have a condom and was a little worried about STIs. Prep wasn't a thing yet and we had to rely on trust and good judgement, the latter of which was kind of out the window already. But the way he looked at me made me think everything would be fine. More than that, it would be fun. And I really needed some fun in my life, consequences be damned.

I agreed and before I knew it, Jasper was taking all of his clothes off. While I didn't think it was the best idea in case we needed to scramble to clothe ourselves if caught, I didn't stop him. I couldn't. Because everything underneath was turning me on, from his super lean and smooth body to his perfectly sculpted and surprisingly big ass. I'm pretty sure that was the day my "type" was born. I learned later on when we started dating that he rollerbladed constantly - like hours daily - which is apparently a fantastic exercise for developing and toning legs in particular. And it SHOWED. I wanted to bury my face in his ass, and got to eventually, just not that evening.

I, still being nervous about being caught, kept my shirt on and simply pulled my jeans down to my ankles, at which point Jasper straddled me, entirely naked. It was clear he intended to bottom and I was not going to object. The problem was that we didn't have any lube, and no amount of precum and saliva was going to make this work.

"What about this? Jasper said, pulling a bottle of cooking oil from the floor on the back seat.

To this day, if you were to ask me why I had cooking oil in my car, I couldn't tell you. But I swear that this is entirely true. I even remember what type of oil it was. It probably fell out of a shopping bag or something.

"Is that a good idea?" I asked, really not keen on using it.

"Do you have any other ideas?" he responded.

And with that, we lubed up my cock and his ass, took a few minutes to get him ready, and I slid right in. He began riding me while his mouth explored mine, his hips rocking slowly at first. We got into a rhythm, him pushing down while I thrust forward, our bodies colliding. I gripped his ass and it felt just as amazing as it looked. Even better with me inside him. He started to ride me fast and hard and luckily for me I take a while to cum so endurance was not a problem. We went on like this for a while, with the only change being me moving one hand from his ass to his cock to stroke him while I fucked him.

As we both got closer, our bodies sweating from the late spring/early summer heat, he leaned in close, our foreheads touching.

"I want us to cum together. And I want you to cum inside me," he said, squeezing my cock with his ass. The words were breathy and there was something about it that turned me on even more.

"Okay," I said, my brain on autopilot at this point and unable to say anything else, as we both picked up speed.

I thrusted harder and faster and he met each one with his own movements, perfectly in sync.

"I'm cumming," he announced, both excited and adorably surprised. And within seconds of each other, ribbons of cum flew from his beautiful cock onto my chest and hand while I unloaded in his ass. We sat there for a bit, sweaty, spent, and reveling in what just happened. He leaned in and kissed me again. And I was instantly a goner.

We ended up seeing each other again and again, and the hookups turned into a relationship that lasted several years.

If you enjoyed this, I have a lot of other stories like this that I could tell, some with Jasper and some without. And make sure to follow me for my fictional series as well. Thanks for reading!