“Hello, you must be the asseater…. After you pick up your jaw from the floor, c’mon in. I usually get that result from fag asseaters. When I’m at home, I don’t wear clothing. Shut up. I don’t need to know your name. I ain’t going to carry on much of a conversation with you. Besides, your tongue is going to be doing something else worthwhile.
“Follow me in here. I have my rim chair set up and my porn ready to go. I had it specially made for my size and my needs. Seeing that you are going to be under me for hours, I’m gonna let you use the platform to elevate your torso to the right height.
“What the fuck are you doing? Nobody told you to strip. I have zero interest in your naked body, and you certainly won’t be jacking off in my house. You answered my ad on that fag site looking for an asseater who will eat my hairy crack for hours. The only reason why I use faggots is that women don’t eat ass, and if they do, they don’t know how to do it right, let alone for hours at a time. You faggots are willing to do it all. I don’t have to buy you flowers or take you to dinner. No, my fat ass is your dinner.
“Get under it. You’ll see this contraption is made for long term shithole worship. That netting is where your head goes. The designer called it a head hammock. It supports your head as it keeps your face firmly in my crack, angling it to allow the deepest penetration from your tongue.
“This is my favorite part of this chair. When I sit down, my weight pushes down on this chin guard which goes below your chin prohibiting you from pulling out. The only way you get out is when I get up. If I lock it in place, then you ain’t getting out.
“You get the picture? You mean nothing to me other than your tongue slurping on my shithole and cleaning my crack for hours at a time.
“You drink piss? My full time asseater I had in Cleveland drank my piss; he begged me to give it to him. There’s no way in hell that I’m going to stick my dick in any faggot, so I used a funnel on him. If you want my piss, I can have a funnel nearby. He was a total pig. I assume you are too.
“Look up at my ass. This is what you are going to worship the next few hours. I worked out in the yard this morning, then I went to the gym. It’s going to be rank in there. And even though I wiped this morning, being as hairy as I am, I’ll probably have some dingleberries for you. And should I fart, consider that me blowing you a kiss.
“You ready to be what you were meant to be? You do a good job, when I blow my load in my hand, I’ll wipe it on my asshole and have you lick it off….
“That got a smile out of you. Now stick out that tongue as far as you can. I need to have a seat….
“…Don’t start gagging. You are going to be down there for hours, you get used to it. Now stick your tongue in deep. Like thaaaaat. Fuuuuck. Oh man. Fuck yeah faggot. Fuck yeah…. “I don’t understand why more men don’t use faggots like you like this. But hey their loss is my gain.”
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I could feel that the fabric was still warm and damp in my hands. My crotch throbbed. Waves of self hate traded off with deep lust. I had the best boyfriend in the world. Sensitive, caring, and so good to me… His father was a disgusting beast and I was obsessed with him. The first time I met him I was in denial about the things he made me feel. The man was in a recliner, stained tank top, hairy gut hanging out, with a hand down his pants. He gave me a grunt of acknowledgment and kept watching the tv. He asked me if I could smell dinner cooking, and when I said no, he ripped such a loud fart that I jumped. “How about now?” He’d said laughing. Joey was so upset, I convinced him I thought it was hilarious. The truth was I’d had to hide my erection, I beat off furiously when I got home. I found any excuse for us to just stay in at his dad’s house. When he’d kick off his work boots the stench was enough to make your nose hairs curl. I wanted to mash my face into those sweaty socks, shove my tongue through each hole those graying socks. Every second I could spend around Big-Joe made me fall deeper into my sick obsession. The first time I ever had to excuse myself to jerk-off in the bathroom it was mid-winter. Big-Joe was on day three of not showering, he stripped out of his layers, and landed on his recliner in a thump. I could smell his pits all the way on the other side of the sofa. “Jesus Christ dad! You reek. Take a shower old man!” Joey had said. “It’s too cold for all that shit. Deal with it pansy!” Big-Joe spat back he lifted his arm and blew his scent at us. I quickly excused myself to the bathroom while they argued. The next time I had to leave and jerk off he’d reached down his pants and scratched his balls, he lifted his fingers to his nose and winced. “Fuck me, I guess I’m makin’ sour dough in that oven.” I ran to the bathroom, closed the door, and sat down to rub one out when I saw them all in a pile behind the door. Days and days of his nasty worn boxers. I knew it was crossing some unspoken line. There’s no coming back from sniffing your boyfriend’s father’s underwear. But I did it. I lifted each foul pair to my nose. It wasn’t just the strong smell of his musk that got me. It was his scent mixed with the smell of tobacco, stale beer, and dried piss… I bust a nut in four strokes. Quickly I figured out his routines, I knew when there would be a fresh set. Figured out I could take pairs home with me and bring them back before he realized they were gone. Like some perverse library. But now, in this moment, was the first time I’d ever gotten to a pair so soon after he’d worn them. I pulled the warm damp fabric to my nose. I closed my eyes and swayed on my feet. Jesus he smelled vile and I was an addict. “I don’t know what’s gonna break baby Joey’s heart more. The fact that I caught you sniffing my underwear, or the fact that this is happening again.” Big-Joe said behind me. FUCK, he should be watching TV. He never came out of the den on Sundays. In my panic I said, “what are you talking about?! I thought the were Joey’s.” “Sure you did, and I’m Nancy Reagan. Well go on sniff ‘em you little pig.” He said blowing smoke in my face. “Big-Joe, look I’m sorry please don’t tell Joey I was just curious is all, can we just forget about this whole thing?” I begged. “Curious? You been at it for weeks. Now hold ‘em up to your nose. Tell me they don’t smell like the most rank low hangers on the planet.” He said. I took a quick sniff and couldn’t help but moan. His musky sweat was so strong that the fabric felt oily. “I keep telling Baby Joe he’s got it all wrong. You lil pillow biters aren’t boyfriend-sexuals. You’re homosexuals. You want men, and I’m a fuckin MAN. That’s why He brings home fag after fag, and where do they end up? Between my legs. Choking down my spunk. I like to rail the prettier ones in the ass. So I hope you’re ready.” He said standing even closer.
The logical part of my brain was telling me I should be disgusted by how intense his working man stench was, meanwhile, down my pants I was gushing so much precum I wondered if I’d pissed myself. Another puff of smoke in my face. He grabbed the boxers out of my hands he pulled them over my head. Too many strong smells hit me at once my vision went white and I tried not to faint. He grabbed my neck in one of his massive hands. “What a shame baby Joey really liked you… maybe I’ll have a talk with him. The three of us can work somethin’ out. I’m not about to do anything to you I haven’t already done to him.” He said giving my newly covered head a few playful swats. He lead me by the wrist down the hallway to his room. He tossed me like a ragdoll on to his bed. “I really gotta think about this, what position do I want him to find us in?” He said as he stripped down and climbed into bed. My head was reeling and I was convinced I was dreaming. The sharp smell of his armpit clamped over the dirty underwear on my face told me I was very much awake. “Why overcomplicate things? Doggy so he can see what a cheating bitch you are.”
I heard the dull thud of my air pod falling and bouncing away. I could see it on the other side of my row mate’s leg. “Oh I’m really sorry but Uhm my headphone,” I started. As I realized he couldn’t hear me, I gently tapped his arm. He looked up at me. I wanted to scream. I don’t like men that are so attractive I can’t focus. “AirPod,” I said pointing down. He looked down and then back at me. I could’ve sworn he gave me an up and down but I didn’t trust my self. “I’m not stopping you. Get it.” He said. I half wanted to be mad at him for giving me an order. Hot guys can be such cocky fucks. But there was something in the way he stared at me that made the air feel charged. I shifted over a bit and leaned down to pick up my air pod. “You look good down there between my legs, stay.” He said bluntly. “Excuse me? And lower your voice... everyone will hear you,” I whispered. “I don’t care. Everyone is in their own world anyway,” he answered. I looked around nervously. “So by this reaction you’re obviously gay… a guy who wasn’t would’ve tried to bro out or fucking punched me by now.” He said. I wanted to. The problem was the more of a prick he was the more I was getting desperate for him. I rolled my eyes and started to put my air pods in. “You should probably get up until the middle seat gets here.” I said mustering as much of a fuck off tone as I could. I knew I hated him but would jack off thinking about him as soon as I got home. “That’s mine, always buy two seats. I’m tall and I have big balls,” he said. “You’re disgusting!” I hissed. “You love it. Did you get a whiff when you were down there?” He said. “What the fuck is this? Seriously,” I said. “I’m guessing it’s your wet dream come true fucker,” he said sharply. He reached his hand down the front of his pants. No underwear. I saw a flash of fur and meat. He scratched a bit and pulled his hand out. I was silent. “Thought so… now sniff.” He said wiggling his fingers in front of my nose. I couldn’t catch my breath, the smell of fresh sweat and pure man made me spin. I moaned. “Good. Now when the flight attendant comes buy a blanket. You’re gonna keep your head in my lap, your mouth full, and you won’t be coming up for air. Understood?” He said. “Yes,” I muttered angrily. He reached across and grabbed my face hard. “Again. This time no fucking eye roll. Do you understand?” He growled. “I’m- I’m sorry. Yes I understand.” I answered. “Sir.” He said. “Sir. I understand…Sir” I said. “We’re gonna be good friends. Here she comes… get the blanket.” He ordered.
“Frank! Frank!!” My mother’s voice rang out through our small apartment. “The dishwasher is broken again. It’s flooding the floor!”
“Bobby! Get some towels,” my father barked at me. “God damn it, Mary! Just turn off the water.”
“I’m in the middle of washing dishes!”
“But do you want a flood? Come on, let them sit. The ones in the sink too. I’ve cut the water to kitchen.”
“Frank!”
“It’s fine, I’ll call Carlos. I’m sure he can swing by and make the fix tomorrow.”
“OK, sure, I can come home early and let him in.”
“Oh no, Mary. Bobby will do it. We still need all your hours this week. Keep the full shift. Bobby can come home a little early if he has to.”
“Sure, Dad,” I told him.
“Are you sure, Frank?” she asked.
“Mary. You remember the last time. No. Bobby will do this. End of discussion.”
“Well fine, then,” Mom said, tight-lipped. “You boys can deal with the mess in here. I’m going to the living room to relax.”
***
I cut last period and came home from school to meet Carlos and let him in. He was a kind of a handyman, I guess. He did appliance repair around the neighborhood. It had been a few years since I had last seen him at our house, though. He handled our repairs from time to time, but I had school during the day, soccer games on the weekend, and Mom always seemed ready to handle things with him. But not this time.
I was curious to see him again. And excited to be the one to let him in. I remembered him being handsome. I’d hear the ladies in the lobby of our apartment building chattering about him sometimes. I don’t know exactly what they said about him because they hushed up when someone approached. But it was clear from the gossip that Carlos got his share of attention.
A couple years ago, the last time I was in the house during one of his repairs, maybe I didn’t fully notice that about him or maybe I didn’t care. But since that time I had grown, come of age, and the pieces started falling into place. An interest in men. A flushing in my face, a swelling in my pants when I thought about the things I wanted to do...someday.
But I hadn’t really done that much yet. School was mostly full of skinny, shy boys that left my dick limp. I was too nervous around the hot jocks, and they’d sooner stuff me into a locker than talk to me. They could feel what I wanted from them. And they weren’t buying it. So my experience was limited to thinking about them at bedtime, when I could rub my dick and finger my hole like I dreamed of them maybe doing to me some day.
When mid-afternoon came, I rushed out of school and took up a place waiting by the apartment door.
The knock came right at 3:00 and I answered it. Carlos’s muscular body filled the doorframe. Damn. I could see why the ladies talked.
“Hey, kid,” he said with a smile, his white teeth flashing bright against the deep caramel color of his skin. “Dónde está tu mamá?” He mixed English and Spanish, just like he mixed his friendly smile with the dangerous brawn of a man who worked hard with his body. I wasn’t too sure of his background. Probably Dominican, like so many in our neighborhood. But he was unlike anyone I interacted with day-to-day. He was rugged and big and somehow also kind-looking.
I answered his question. “She’s not here today. I’m supposed to let you in.”
“Yeah? That’s too bad, chico. Your mama is a friend of mine. Been a little while since I said Hi to her.”
I studied his figure. He was not too tall but his body was imposing: tight, compact muscle that filled up the doorframe. A barrel chest that stretched out his workshirt (with the name “Carlos” stitched onto on a patch that rested on his meaty left pec). His sleeves were rolled up tight against veiny, bulging arms. A black tattoo of a cross strained to be seen against the dark brown of his skin. Tight black curls framed his changeable face. He could look tough, with a crooked nose, probably from some fight back in his past. But when he smiled, it all changed to sweetness and warmth, his face lighting up with a bright smile, sparkling black eyes, and a big dimple on the left side.
“Gonna let me in, chico?”
“Oh, uh, yeah. Sorry. Come in.” He winked and walked right in, making his way to the kitchen without waiting for me.
“Your papi said it was the dishwasher.”
“Yeah, it’s not working right. It’s been flooding the floor.”
“OK, I’ll check it out.” He opened the dishwasher. “Oye, chico, help clear out those plates? I don’t want to break anything when I’m working here.”
Dad had cut the water last night and left everything in place. I looked at Carlos and nodded, and got to work unloading the dishwasher while he set up his toolbox and went to the hallway to turn off the circuit breaker.
I heard him come back into the room, but he didn’t say anything right away. I could feel his stare while I was bent over the dishwasher, grabbing dishes. Could he really be looking at me? What for?
“There,” I said standing up. “Finished.”
“Good boy,” he said, tousling my hair. “Gracias.” I blushed and smiled up at him. His approval meant everything. “This won’t take too long. Maybe a half hour.”
I nodded. “Do you need anything?”
“Nah, I’m all set. You can go watch TV or whatever and I’ll shout when I’m done.”
“I’d rather… Can I stay here? Maybe watch and learn?”
He looked at me and chuckled. “You want to learn appliance repair? A kid like you? I think your folks send you to school for something different.”
“I just…” I didn’t know what to say. It’s true I was an unlikely handyman. I had no interest or ability for such things. I must have looked like a lovestruck kid. He could see it on my face.
“It’s fine, chico. Stay if you want.” He pulled the empty rack out of the dishwasher and began removing interior screws to open up the panel. “Oye, grab my light, will ya?” I went to his tool box and brought him his flashlight. “Gracias.” He clipped it to the counter and aimed it where he was working, but I could see that some shadows persisted.
“I could hold it,” I offered. He looked at me and slowly nodded. I took the flashlight and aimed it over his shoulder and at his hands, giving him more clear illumination.
“Gracias. Mucho mejor,” he said, continuing his work. To aim the flashlight I had to stand right next to him, just behind him, nearly pressed up against his strong, muscled back. Almost close enough that I could lean in and kiss the delicate gold chain resting on his thick, brown neck. What would it feel like to brush my lips against that hot skin, to feel the cool metal of his necklace? For a moment I wished I was a woman. One of these neighborhood ladies who were the source of the Carlos gossip among the others chattering in the lobby.
“You smell good, chico,” he muttered, still looking down at this hands and turning screws.
“I do? Really?” He grunted. “Like what?”
“Fresh and clean, like soap.” He stopped to mop sweat from his brow with the forearm of his work shirt. “Like you just stepped out of a shower. The opposite of me,” he laughed. “All sweaty and dirty all through the day.”
“Does anyone care about that?”
He laughed. “My wife does, every night when I come home. But I supposed the rest don’t.” The rest? Who were they?
Carlos continued his work with the screws and removed the door. He wiggled his torso inside the machine so he could more easily access the drain. While his upper half was inside, I had free reign to stare at the rest of him. Thick meaty thighs that supported two swollen globes of ass cheeks pressed up against his jeans. As he stretched his torso inside, his shirt had risen up and out of his waistband, revealing a thin strip of flesh between his jeans and his shirt. Despite the roughness of his job, his skin looked soft and creamy.
He popped his head out to ask to me to move the light for him (“To the left a bit, please, chico?”) and caught me staring. He stared back for a beat, processing this discovery, then broke out into a smile. “Just like your mama, huh?”
“What?”
“You want to watch me.” I blushed and said nothing. “It’s OK, chico. You are like your mama, I think. But younger. And maybe prettier.”
“You…you think I’m pretty?”
He smiled and gave me a big wink. “It’s OK. Watch all you want. But let me finish this, baby.” Baby? It made be flush bright red, and I felt warm and weird all over. But it also felt good. Baby.
I held the light while he finished pulling apart the dishwasher drain.
“There,” he said, coming back out after a minutes. “Got it. But now I’ve gotta snake the drain.” He walked over to his tool box, grabbing a wrench and a small hose. He brought them over to the cabinet beneath the sink and lay them to the side. Then he unbuttoned his work shirt and stripped down to the white tank undershirt underneath. Tight swirls of coarse, black chest hair peeked up over the top. “This will just take a few minutes,” he said, slipping under the sink on his back. He shut off the water valve and used the wrench to loosen the bolts and open up the pipe.
“Do you…do you need anything?” I asked him. There was a pause while he considered.
“Sure, kid. Something to drink, maybe.”
“What would you like?”
He laughed. “Well, I’m on the job, baby. So I suppose I should say water.”
I went to the refrigerator. I wanted to treat him better than that. I came back with a beer and knelt next to him.
“Here. If you want. We had it in the fridge.” He looked at me and looked at the bottle. He accepted it and took a sip. He sighed.
“Thanks, kid. You did good, chico.” He tousled my hair. He took another sip and then handed it back to me. “Hold this, baby, while I finish.” I took the bottle back and held it for him while he continued his work.
Carlos continued his work snaking the drain. Within a few minutes he was working out a nasty clog that he caught in a small bucket. He wriggled out from under the sink and stood up. “Gotta throw this mess out.” I nodded and took the bucket from him, tossing it into the garbage can and coming back.
“Thanks,” he said.
I extended my hand to him, offering the beer bottle again. “Thirsty?”
“Gracias, chico,” he said, taking a long sip. “You know how to take care of a man.”
“Thank you. That’s what I want.”
“Yeah?” His voice was low and breathy and his eyes bored into me as he took another sip. I felt like he could see right through me, right into me, knowing everything I was thinking, feeling, wanting. I shivered.
He took a step closer to me, our bodies now just inches apart. “And do you want a man to take care of you?”
I sighed. “Yes. I do. More than anything.”
We continued standing so close to each other but not touching. It was excruitiating. He moved his hand down to his crotch and adjusted his bulge. Was he getting hard? Was I making him that way?
“You make a hell of of an impression, kid.” He downed the rest of the beer. “Let me put the sink back together and finish up here. Then we can see.” I nodded and he stepped back. My pants were tight. I was hard too.
He dropped down on his back and wriggled in under the sink. I watched his arms flex and his veins bulge as he turned the bolts and tightened up the drainpipe. Those thick brown arms, flexing and bulging with veins…they looked like some kind of obscene close-up of a giant cock. I was mesmerized. I reached out to touch an arm, stoking my fingers along the veiny lines.
“How do you get them so big?”
“What? My arms?”
“Yeah.”
“This kind of work will do that. You like it?”
“So much.” I traced back up from the bottom and then pulled my hand back. “Sorry for touching, I—“
“You can touch all you want in a bit, baby. But I need them right now to seal this up.” Of course, the sooner he could finish, the soon we could….
But how could I wait? For the first time, I had a beautiful man laid out before me, and I was so hungry, so eager. I felt like I had been starving for at least the past year.
My eyes followed the line from his arms to his chest, down his torso, to his waist and the mound in his jeans. And to my surprise, something peeking out.
Was it? Good God, yes, it was. The cock straining against his pants was still stiff. It pointed straight up so much that it had escaped his waistband, yielding a bare head peeking out from the top of his jeans.
I touched it to be sure. My small fingers lightly traced the flare of his cockhead: right side, left side, back to middle and up to the piss slit.
“Umpph,” Carlos grunted and he shimmied his legs to get more comfortable. His cockhead poked out further.
I leaned over and kissed it. Soft skin, a musky smell. My tongue darted out to taste him and I caught a pearl of pre-cum before it flattened out. It tasted of salt and plantains. I leaned in and took the cockhead into my mouth, holding him there, covering up the exposed part. Enveloping the tip of his cock in the warm, wet sanctuary of my mouth.
“Feels real good, baby,” Carlos muttered, and I responded with a “Mmmmmhmmm,” knowing that these humming vibrations would reverberate up and down his pole.
He brought one of his meaty hands down to his jeans button and undid it, taking down the zipper as well. I peeled his underwear down and slid my teen mouth along his thick, brown shaft.
“So eager,” he murmured. I was. I was used to the thin bodies and small cocks of boys in the showers at school. That was intriguing, maybe, but it never provoked as much lust as I felt now, seeing Carlos here. A man’s body, a man’s cock. And now it was in my mouth, under my care.
I continued the blow job, operating partly on instinct and partly from study of the video clips I would find with my phone and watch under the covers at night.
He was thicker than anyone I had seen before and my mouth struggled to accommodate him. But I was determined. He was right there and so beautiful. This might be my only chance.
“Hold on, chico.” He slid out from under the sink and stood up. I kneeled before him, my eyes still at cock height, eager to get back on it. He hooked his thumbs into his waistband and pulled down his underwear and jeans, exposing all of his crotch and letting his cock swing free. “Here.”
My field of vision was filled with that thick brown cock, studded with veins, rising from a mass of wiry black pubes. I had never seen anything so beautiful.
I got back on it. My jaw had relaxed now, and I was able to slide up and down the shaft, making my mouth into a warm, tight receptacle for him.
“Very nice, baby,” Carlos praised, placing a hand on the back of my head and pulling me to toward him. I sucked my way down as he contracted his glutes and thrust his hips forward. I was sucking him and he we was fucking me, fucking my face. Not hard, not rough; just firm, deliberate. Building up a give and take between the two of us.
The rhythm was mesmerizing and time felt suspended. But eventually he stopped us and pulled out. My mouth felt empty without him inside me. He put both his hands on my cheeks and tipped my face up to look at him. His face was filled with desire but also care, and he pulled me up to my feet.
“You take it so good, baby.” He leaned down and softly brushed his thick lips against mine. “Kiss me?” As if he needed to ask. I was thrilled to be sucking Carlos’s cock and it was a dream to be touching a man like him. But to be kissed as well? I wasn’t sure that guys like him did that. I kissed him back before he could change his mind.
Whoa. I felt the rough stubble of his cheek against my smooth one, his lips curled around mine, the dance of his tongue, the tiny bite of his teeth. Our mouths explored each other, fumbling eagerly for more contact, like we were a pair of horny teenagers.
Eventually, he broke it off and pulled his head back to look at me, my face resting against the palm of his right hand.
“Good?” He asked? I nodded vigorously. “Good. But let’s let that hold you for just a minute. Or I’m gonna blow right right here. And you don’t want me to do that yet, do you, baby? You want more?”
I nodded. I wanted so much more
“Good. Give me 5 minutes baby. I wanna finish this work and I can’t do it with distractions. Go to your room. Get yourself ready.” It was hard to tear myself away, but I did as he said, going to my room and leaving him in the kitchen to stuff his cock back into his pants and finish up his work.
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My fraternity brother David invited me to his parent’s house out in the country for the weekend. His family was the quintessential big fish in a small pond. Their large house was on acres of land that nobody in his family had anything to do with — they had a full staff that worked the property. David had gone away for high school but had made friends with a lot of the people close to his age that worked on the property. They were having a party the night I got there out on some of his parent’s land, so David was excited to introduce me to everyone. It was hot that day, so we each wore some khaki shorts and t-shirts that showed off all of the working out we’ve been doing at school. We hopped in one of the Gators near the house and drove out to where the party was. There was a good group of people when we pulled up — maybe around 15-20, but David said that not all of them worked on the property. He shook hands and gave hugs as he introduced me to his friends. Everyone was really nice with All-American good looks and good manners. We were all drinking and having fun as a couple of guys started grilling some food. David stopped in the middle of a story he was telling a few of us when a truck pulled up close to where we were. He ran over and jumped on the driver of the truck as he shut his door. David and the shirtless muscle guy wearing a cowboy hat hugged on and off for a minute as a guy next to me leaned over to fill me in, “that’s David’s best friend, Tristin,” he told me as I watched their love fest. “Some of us have a bet on if they’ll end up together,” the friend laughed as I chuckled along. David caught my attention a few minutes later and waved me over to them. “Alex, this is my buddy, Tristin,” David gushed as he introduced me to the ripped cowboy. “Hey, I’m Alex,” I said shaking Hands with Tristin. “Hey, man,” he smiled. “Nice to finally meet you.” Tristin and I held eye contact a little longer than normal as the ripped god tilted his head and ran his fingers along his neck. My cock tingled in my khakis before David broke us out of our haze. “Let’s funnel a beer, boys,” David said in a giddy tone. “So happy to have both my boys together.” We drank a lot but I was holding my own as David got pretty shitfaced. He didnt usually get like this, but I figured he was having fun and happy to be home, so I sat back and talked with his friends. I was by myself about an hour later with my arm against the bed of the truck holding an empty beer can when Tristin walked up and handed me a fresh beer. “I think your boy is happy to be home,” Tristan said with a smile that melted my heart. “I’d say he is,” I laughed before we both got quiet. “So you must workout a lot,” I said looking at Tristan’s muscles. “David and I hit the gym all the time, but you’re on another level.” Tristan cracked a smile and thanked me before saying, “it’s all the work I do around here. It keeps me in shape.” I watched a bead of sweat run down his big, hairless chest, down his stomach and into the top of his jeans. He caught me looking and asked, “so do you have a girlfriend back at school?” I shook my head no and told Tristan that I liked to keep my options open. “I hear ya,” he said putting his sweaty hand on my shoulder but higher up where he touched the skin of my neck. It sent shivers down my spine and a bolt of electricity through my cock. “I can see why my boy David likes you so much,” he said as we looked in each other’s eyes. “There’s something about you that makes me like you.” I reached my hand to his waist and placed it on the top of his jeans. “Same with you, bud,” I said as we each took a swig of beer. “You two going to fuck or what?” David laughed as he made his way up to us. Tristin and I let go of each other and he pulled David in for a hug. “So glad you’re back,” he said before they gave each other a quick kiss on the lips. I quickly looked around to see if anyone else saw but nobody was paying attention. David and Tristin acted like it was no big deal and just like that David was gone talking to other people. Tristin and I stood in
silence again for a minute before I asked, “So y’all just kiss sometimes?” Tristin hadn’t even realized that they’d kissed in front of me and stood up straight and looked at me with big eyes. “Oh, yeah, it’s not a big deal or anything.” We both shuffled around uncomfortably before I decided to play it off. “Yeah, it’s cool, man,” I said. “It’s just a kiss.” Tristin looked relieved before putting his hand back on the curve of my neck and back. “Yeah, man,” he reassured himself, “I just like kissing. Nothing wrong with that.” I smiled and admitted, “I love kissing, too.” We looked at each other as Tristan pulled my neck toward him into a deep kiss. I felt his tongue connect with mine and my cock was immediately hard as a rock. Our tongues kissed as I put my hand back On his jeans but a little more on his butt this time. Tristin finally pulled away and looked around. He turned back toward me and said, “how about we take a little ride in my truck and I show you some of the property.” I looked around for David and asked Tristin if we should tell him. “No, man,” he smiled. “Let me steal you for a bit.” We smiled at each other and we both jumped in the truck. Nobody seemed to really notice or care as we pulled out and got on the gravel road. “Why don’t you come closer,” Tristin said patting the middle bench seat next to him. I slid over as he put his arm around me and pulled me close. His smell was beyond hot as I settled in close to my new friend. “Where are we going?” I asked. “I want to show you my little place on the property,” he said looking at me. “That OK?” I said yes and put my hand on his big thigh as we drove in silence. We pulled up to a trailer off by itself close to the horse stables. “This is it,” he said opening the door and jumping out before turning to me and grabbing my hand to help me down. He put his big arm around me as we walked to the front door. It wasn’t locked as he let us in and closed and locked the door behind us. He turned to me and held my waist as he looked deep in my eyes. “I like you, Alex,” he said in almost a whisper. “I just met you, but I like you a lot.” I smiled and replied, “I know, me too.” He kissed me again but this time was more intense as our hard cocks pressed against each other. The passion between us was something neither of us had ever felt but it controlled us as we touched each other’s bodies. Tristin took off my shirt and smiled before kissing my big pecs and nipples. We both went for each other’s buttons as he pulled down my shorts and began to kick off his boots. He kissed me again before I began working his jeans down his muscular legs. I finally got them off and looked at his briefs wet with sweat and precum. We both smiled again before he pulled down my boxer briefs and got on his knees to suck my cock. He masterfully swallowed my 8.5 inch dick like it was nothing. It was the best blow job I’d ever had as he played with my balls and ran a finger across my hole. I shivered and he looked up with my cock in his throat and smiled at me with his eyes. He pulled my cock out of his mouth and wiped all the spit from his mouth before telling me he wanted to eat my ass. “Have you had your ass eaten before?” He gently questioned as he held the sides of my legs and looked up at me. “Yes, a few times,” I admitted. He didn’t say anything as he turned me around and started rimming my hole as I held on to anything in front of me. It felt so good as his tongue worked my hole and I could tell Tristin was enjoying this as much as me. I was moaning the whole time he was working my hole with his mouth — probably about 20 minutes. “I need to fuck that hot ass, babe,” he said as he stood and rubbed his cock against my crack and the top grazed my hole. “Fuck me, baby,” I whispered just as he slid his big cock up my now wet hole. “Fuck!” I said loudly as his cock swiftly went up my chute and tickled my prostate. “That feels so good, Tristin,” I said as he wrapped his arms around my stomach and held me close as he fucked me for at least half an hour. We were both getting close as our cocks
needed to shoot our loads. His big, veiny cock felt so good in my ass and I felt secure in his arms, but I was overwhelmed by the need to cum. I exploded all over the chair I was braced against as Tristin hosed my ass full of his cowboy seed. The pleasure was next level as we both had the most intense orgasms of our lives. His cock sat in my ass as he pulled me up and sweetly kissed my neck and ears before turning my head to make out with him. We kissed for a few minutes before he slowly pulled his big cock from my ass. I was overcome with emotion as this happened and he sensed it and pulled me into a deep hug. “I‘m not letting you leave on Sunday,” he whispered as I held on to him tighter. We eventually got dressed and decided we’d better head back to the party. “Will we get to be together again?” I asked. “I just told you I’m not letting you go,” he said with a smile before opening the drivers side truck door for me to slide in. “What about David?” I asked. “You sure there’s nothing there?” Tristan shook his head no. “We’ve fucked around in the past, but we’re more like brothers now,” he said before breaking into a smile. “I had no clue tonight would change my life”
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Patrick Gamble is my dad’s next door neighbor who loves to walk around his yard shirtless in just a pair of shorts and to wash his truck in his tiny bathing suit. Mr Gamble‘s plush yard was private from the tall plants and cement walls and wooden fences. Dad was a good friend of Mr Gamble’s and would disappear to his house quite often, but I never got an invite. one hot summer day, I couldn’t find my dad anywhere and had tried his cell phone a couple of times but it immediately went to voicemail. I wanted to see if I could sleep over at a teammate’s house and was getting frustrated. I figured dad was probably at Mr Gambles and headed next door and knocked. There was no answer so I tried the door bell but got no response. I knew Mr Gamble was home since his truck was in the driveway and his garage was open, so I headed in the garage and opened the door into the kitchen. “hello? Mr Gamble?” I asked as I crept inside. The house was warm and all of the doors were open to the patio and pool area. I stopped in my tracks when I saw Mr Gamble standing there nude cleaning the pool with the long net. He must have felt eyes on him and turned and looked at me. “Keith, hi,” he said before waving me outside. “Sorry, Mr Gamble,” I said standing in my tight shirt and running shorts. “I’m looking for my dad, but you didn’t answer when I rang the doorbell.” Mr Gamble smiled and said, “oh, OK. Well, the doorbell is broken, but your dad is here,” he said as he put down the net and walked toward me with his large cock swinging. I was glued to Mr Gamble’s body before looking up at him and locking eyes. “So, where’s my dad?” I asked. Mr Gamble put his hand on my shoulder and walked ahead for me to follow him. I watched his large, round ass as he walked and went up the stairs with me close behind. He opened the door to the master bedroom and I heard the shower running. “Chip, we’ve got a guest,” Mr Gamble said as my dad looked up from soaping his body and looked like a deer in headlights when he saw me. “Keith, what are you doing here?” He asked as I saw his big cock soaped up before he covered his cock with his hands. Mr Gamble opened the shower door and held it as he looked at my dad’s naked body and then looked at me. “Your dad and I were just working out,” Mr Gamble smiled at my dad. “Yeah, he said I could grab a shower because I was sweaty,” dad said as I looked him over and his hands finally fell to his side. Mr Gamble reached in and grabbed dad’s cock. Dad didn’t flinch and stood there looking at me while our neighbor began stroking him. “Your dad’s cock is so amazing,” Mr Gamble said as he began also stroking his own cock. “He didn’t tell you that he likes to stick his big, hard cock into my tight hole?” Mr Gamble asked me as my own boner was pushing hard against the light fabric of my shorts. “He didnt tell you that he likes to eat my ass and lick my pink pussy before he sticks his dick in? That he loves to kiss me while he fucks my manhole?” Mr Gamble asked before kissing dad in front of me. The deep kiss was sensual and sexy as I began to free my cock and begin stroking it while I watched the show. Mr Gamble broke the kiss and looked at me as one hand grabbed dad’s cock head and the other squeezed his nipple. “No sir,” I said as I openly jacked my hard teen muscle cock. Mr Gamble turned off the shower and led dad to me. Without being told, dad grabbed my chin and kissed me deep as mr Gamble got behind me and licked my cherry hole. “Fuck, you taste so good like your dad, boy,” he said. Dad broke our kiss and walked to my hole as Mr Gamble got out of the way so dad could taste his jock son. I moaned as dad licked and ate my hole slow at first and then with a deep lust picked up speed as he pulled my cheeks apart for better access. “You want daddy’s cock, son?” Dad asked me. I moaned approval as I felt dad’s big cock at my virgin hole. “I’ve wanted this for so long, pal,” dad said before slowly sticking his cock up my ass. I moaned lightly as Mr Gamble began making out with me to distract me from the pain. A few minutes later I was
pushing back against my dad for more of his cock. “Looks like Keith is a natural, Chip,” Mr Gamble said as he now walked to dad and made out with him while he fucked me. “Yeah, dad,” I moaned. “Fuck your jock son’s big butt, man.” within a minute or so my dad was unleashing a torrent of daddy cum into his son as I sprayed my own load all over the tile in Mr Gamble’s bathroom. I heard Mr Gamble splash his own load a second after mine hit the floor. We all breathed loudly as we came down from our orgasms and dad began kissing me again. “Looks like you’ll be spending just as much time over here as I do,” dad smiled before kissing Mr Gamble
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I believe in equality for ALL. The mentality of the guy in the shorts in sad. But a perfect example of systemic racism. He’s the agressor… yet everyone else was in the wrong. And if this video didn’t exist and he wanted to press charges for assult…he’d win. As the camera woman said best “his ass wrote a check, that he couldn’t cash”
Black people shouldn’t have to be recording everything just to protect ourselves…but until systemic racism is done…I’m always going to have my phone ready.
OH MY GOD SO NO FUCKIN BULLSHIT I SWEAR To GOD. I reblogged this an hour ago and IM NOT Lying My Tax Refund which I did in late march popped into my Bank Account, and it was a Decent sized amount……
WHAT THE FUCK Is THIS MAGIC!??!?!?! Im trying this again IM NOT BSing hahahaha thats actually pretty cool xD
“But wouldn’t it be fun?” he said. “I could make you real small, and you could crawl around on your boyfriend’s body. Sit on his pecs, or crawl between his toes, or hug his cock.”
“Nope,” I said.
“That does sound kind of cool,” said my boyfriend Kyle.
“Come on, man,” I said. “What if I get stuck tiny?”
“The potion wears off after a few hours, I promise,” said Barry.
“Just take one sip,” said Kyle. “I think you’d be cute small!”
“Ugh, okay,” I said. “But just one sip. I’ll only lose like a couple of inches right?”
“Right,” said Barry, handing me the glass.
I took a swig – it was sweet and fizzy. No sooner had I handed it back than I felt myself dwindle down, compressing and slipping smaller in my clothes. They were suddenly huge around me.
“Fuck!” I shouted. I must’ve lost half my height, and I stared up at Barry and Kyle from no taller than their waists. “Too much!”
“Oh shit, I must’ve made it stronger than I thought,” Barry laughed.
“You are SO CUTE,” Kyle said, reaching down to pick me up. As he lifted me, my pants slipped down, and I felt like a toy with my naked legs dangling from my oversized shirt in his arms.
“Come on,” I whined, kicking uselessly, but he just hugged me close.
“Dude,” he said, “I wanna make you even smaller.”
“No way,” I said. “No no no no no!”
But I was too weak to resist. The two of them held me down, and Barry poured another mouthful down my throat. Again I felt the tightness, the slipping down, and I watched them and the room swell huge in my vision. They became like giants as I shrank, slipping smaller and smaller and becoming totally helpless. When it stopped, I was maybe three inches tall.
And that’s how I wound up sitting on the small of my boyfriend’s back, watching as Barry rimmed Kyle’s asshole. Every now and then he’d look up at me. “You miss doing this, little man?” he asked.
“Don’t stop,” Kyle moaned.
Barry grinned and dove back down into Kyle’s ass, licking and slurping. All I could do was watch – I was far too small to do anything about it. And to be honest, I kind of liked it.
That’s when I saw that Barry had picked up the potion again. With one hand, he held Kyle’s butt cheeks apart, and with the other he tilted the rim of the glass toward Kyle’s butt. I watched as he let just a few drips of the potion fell into my boyfriend’s ass, and then I felt the tremble of the body beneath me start to shrink.
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