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[ { Open Starter :: Medical Model } ] Open to: Dads, Uncles, etc. Kinks: Medical Observation, Public Exp*sure, Humil*ation, Open to SPH, etc. [ { Directory: Biography || Rules } ]
"Thanks again for doing this. I still can't believe the model I had for the project decided to back out last minute." Dylan's grades all fell on this. His perfect straight A record was hinging on this anatomical presentation going well. This was the closest he's ever gotten to any form of risk to his spotless record.
The elder male next to Dylan was dressed in just a small towel which clung tight against the other's waistline. It was just barely long enough to cover the man's intimate organs, but that didn't matter as it was soon to come off anyways.
Dylan pushed the doors open to the college classroom, revealing a room full of freshman medical students. "Hey, class. I'm Dylan and I'll be doing my presentation on the male sexual anatomy." He began, guiding both him and his elder to the front of the room. "You may be surprised to know, but the penis isn't the only erogenous zone on the male body. Today, I'll be showing all of you a comprehensive look at male pleasure zones on a live model." He pointed pointed his open palms at the direction of the barely covered man, the subject of today's observation. "Care to introduce yourself?"
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“Yeah, I’m sure about this” Wesley said as he moved around the room, finding a seat and pulling it to the corner so he could get a better look at the room. “I’m absolutely sure he does but… I need to know, I need to know he can make my Dad feel as good as possible cos… it’s what you deserve” He said with a little grin, it’d be almost innocent were he not basically ready to be a cuck for his own father. “Up to you two, I just… just pretend I”m not here, let me see you like… like normal, like it’s just you two, just ignore me” he casually slipped his coat off, letting it slip onto the floor behind him so he was just in a pair of jeans and a loose blue shirt, his eyes locked on the two men.
Jacob was a little unsure at first, but he loved Tatum so much that he’d do anything for him. He slowly slipped out of the closet, looking over to the muscular redhead sitting on a chair and then to his partner, his hand slipping over to gently rest on the man’s hips “...I can handle that” he said before stepping over to Tatum and just kissing him, as sweet and firm as possible while his fingers gently moved to undo the towel and let it drop to the floor, finally able to put his hands on the firm perfect ass cheeks that he was absolutely obsessed with. He pulled back from the kiss, looking right into Tatum’s eyes with a playful little twinkle in his own before quickly looking to see Wesley, watching them with fascination “Come on babe… wanna show me what else that beautiful mouth can do?” he whispered, his large length pressed against Tatum’s thigh as he kept feeling him up and walking the man towards the bed “If your boy wants a show… I say we give him a show”
Tatum blushed grew deeper as the towel around his waist dropped to the floor to reveal himself fully in front of his own son. He instinctively thought to hide the shame of his little four inch erection that was drawn out by Jacob's kiss. While he may have had the excuse of being softened by the situation earlier, now he had no room to hide as he bared all four of his inches to his own son. He wondered for a moment what Wesley might have thought of his father. A father getting railed by someone as young as his own son; and not to mention his lover had a way bigger dick than his own father did. He could only imagine the damage that could do to a kid's ego. But Wesley seemed to be taking things in stride. How could Tatum truly doubt what his son wants to feel secure in their relationship?
As Jacob guided them towards the bed once more, Tatum took in a deep breath as he readied himself for what's to come. He couldn't back down now. He wanted to make this relationship with Jacob work. "Don't say I didn't warn you, Wesley. Your daddy's not as decrepit as you think he is." Tatum pushed Jacob to sit at the edge of his bed with his legs spread to show off his massive hard on. Jacob was facing Wesley directly, giving the son a good view of what his father would be working with. Tatum took position between Wesley's legs, going on his knees and knuckles as he lowered his head down to the younger's cock. Tatum pushed his ass out, giving his boy a surprise with a good view of his pert ass cheeks. Between the ivory spread lied a clear glass butt plug which Tatum always wore in preparation for Jacob's massive cock. Wesley was getting a full magnified view of his father's pink inner walls, which throbbed and clenched around the clear intrusion as he slobbered all over Jacob's meat.
Tory watched, almost like he was studying his father while the man reacted to his shirt. He could see the almost instant change in the man’s reaction, the way those eyes shifted and the licking of the lip was so subtle and somehow so obscenely obvious that Tory felt himself just hardening in his jeans. A grin slowly formed on his face watching the older man walking towards him, his eyes just trailing over Peter’s large muscular body and taking it all in. Even though his dad was larger than anyone he knew, right now Tory felt more powerful than ever. He kept his arms in place as Peter reached out to feel him up, the strong masculine hand running over his skin had the smaller man tingling in all the right places “Missed you too Daddy” he said in a low almost seductive voice just watching as the man stared at him. It was the easiest choice he’d ever made, he wanted this more than he could even begin to describe and he wanted it “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life”
With one quick motion he stepped forward and got toe to toe with the older man, turning so his pit was right there in front of the older man’s face “Go on, put your head in it… get a good whiff right from the source” he teased, eyes twinkling as he looked into the older man’s eyes before slowly pulling his arm back “Or maybe… maybe that’s not the source you wanted to sniff from, right Dad?” as he spoke, his hand reached down so his thumb slowly hooked into the waistband of his jeans and pulled them down just enough that the top of his pubes were showing “Maybe you want to smell what my hair down there smells like, that’s why you keep sniffing my underwear right? Wanna smell your boys cock?” he bit his bottom lip a little as he let it sink in “...cos if you want to smell it, you better get on your knees and show me how much you want it, Dad”
Peter couldn't believe it. The earthy odor of his son's pits were practically already oozing from his pits from the distance of the father's face. It was potent and manly; a spot of pre already began to ooze through Peter's slacks as his nub reacted to the aroma. He's known Tory's smell for as long as he can remember. Many years cleaning up after the boy, doing his laundry, cleaning his room. There was no one more familiar than Peter. How his boy has evolved since. His boy's grown so much since he's moved out for college and he couldn't feel more proud and turned on. "I... I want to smell all of you, son." Peter admitted in a moment of pure weakness and honesty. It was like a levy has finally broken which held Peter back from going after what he truly wanted. Something he wanted to deny as a father, but could no longer.
Pressing his face forward, he buried his nose deep into Tory's ripe pit. The scent of the morning still lingered in the furry crease of his boy's under arm. The sound of Peter's deep inhale mixed with his moans of satisfaction was a cacophony against Tory's armpit. He could feel the slight dampness which clung to the boy's stuck together hair, which now rubbed all over his nose and mouth. He moved his head in circular motions as he took in all that the boy had to offer. "I missed you, kiddo." Peter hummed as he wrapped his arms around Tory's waist, pulling himself in deeper. The wet little mound between his slacks pressed against the boy's thigh as he ground himself against his boy. "You smell like such a well grown man. I'm really proud of you son. College has done you some good, but I wish it wasn't so far away."
The dark wet spot at the front of his gray gym shorts spread larger as fresh precum leaked steadily from his swollen tip, the fabric clinging to his aching shaft.
"Fuck, Uncle Pete," he groaned, his voice thick and stupid with lust. His mouth watered at the sight of that pink pucker framed by the lingerie's hole, his tongue pressing against his cheek as he imagined how it would taste to bury his face between those meaty cheeks.
Sebastian needed his hands free. He needed to touch himself, needed to touch Peter, needed to get closer to that glorious ass that was making his cock throb so hard it hurt. He looked around the room with glazed, desperate eyes, spotting the nightstand next to the bed. With trembling fingers, he propped his phone against the lamp, angling it just right so it would keep recording every filthy second of this, capturing his uncle's posed perfection while freeing him up to actually participate instead of just watching.
He dropped to his knees before he even realized he was moving, crawling across the carpet until he was right behind Peter, his face level with that lace-wrapped ass. Sebastian's hands hovered over Peter's hips, his fingers itching to grab those thick cheeks.
"Can I?" Sebastian asked, his voice cracking with desperate need. He shuffled closer, his hot breath ghosting over the lace, his cock jerking painfully against his soaked shorts. "Please, Uncle Pete, can I taste it? Your hole looks so fucking good, I gotta know if it tastes as good as it looks. Please let me eat your ass."
He looked up with wide, pleading eyes, his hands settling on Peter's hips with a reverent, shaking grip. "I promise I'll do a good job," he added, practically drooling with anticipation.
Peter's ass were like two great mountains before Sebastian's face, challenging any soul brave enough to try and conquer them. Lucky for Sebastian his uncle would allow him as many tries as it took, but the boy's eagerness lended to the idea of him being more than capable enough.
"I think you already know the answer to that, big fella. It's for your spank bank, so you do what you want to your old Uncle Petey." Peter cracked a grin before turning to face the phone where Sebastian had it propped and rolling. Anyone familiar with the Little Law commercials would instantly recognize Peter's signature wink. Suave was a word for a man like Peter.
Peter pressed his chest against the bed once more as he remained bent at the hip, he reached behind grabbing a hold of his tender flesh and pulled. Supple skin depressed against the indentation of the man's burly hands as Peter pulled his cheeks apart for Sebastian once more. This time, giving the boy a truly close up view of his perfect pink pussy just mere inches from his face. The circled opening of the lace featured the very opening, giving the reflection of a halo of pure sex for Sebastian's hungry eyes.
"I remember when your dad and I used to play like this." Peter smirked, turning his head so he could witness Sebastian's practically drooling face. "What was that saying? Oh, right. Like father, like son."
"They're gonna think different of me now, sergeant. I'm not sure if they wanna listen to a guy they dumped their load on." Remi used a free hand to wash some soap off his own body, but his eyes remained on Baron. "You once were a squad leader too, right?" He didn't know why he was asking all those questions but they stood so close to one another and they were in private. Remi was curious so he naturally asked questions, chatty as he was. Lips curled up in a little smirk when Baron said it had been a while he'd relax like this. "Don't think this is gonna a habit now after you humiliate me, sir." Remi said, his tone light and teasing as he eyed his sergeant, the bar running down his chest to his stomach. "Just relax." - Remi mumbled quietly, his eyes pinned on the male in front of him. Watching as his shoulders dropped, body relaxing and eyes closing. He'd never seen Baron like this and he didn't want to fuck this up. If he needed anyone on his good side, it was him.
Remi's hand lowered to rub the soap along Baron's waist, to his thighs and dangerously close to his smaller member. The other's fingers caught him by surprise, unintentionally releasing a pleasuring sigh at the tickle to his balls. How could he not get aroused with a man like Baron in front of him? Remi nodded quietly, jaw clenching at the way his dick squirmed and throbbed in the tiny cage. "Sir," he breathed, hand moving to stroke up and down Baron's thigh while the bar brushed around his length. Remi tried to act cool, shifting just a little bit closer as he stroked up to Baron's length, fingers gently brushing along him and and under him to clean him and clean his balls, even briefly slipping between his thighs. He was just helping Baron get cleaned up. Nothing more, nothing less. Even if he was aching to push Baron over slip inside of him. He knew and understood his place, though. "It will get too much if you continue to touch me. I'm a sensitive man." Remi's eyes lingered on Baron's lips. "You should turn around sergeant, let me clean your back properly."
"If you can't get these men to listen to you after you made all fifty of them cum from the sight of your ass, then I guess you just might be right to think that you're not cut out for the job." Even in Baron's quieted tone, his honesty cut sharper and deeper than any ka-bar even if he didn't mean for it to.
"I was." Remi nodded as he turned around to open his back to Remi. "And I took care of my men, just like you'll be expected to. It was a lot of pressure. As squad leader, all platoon results and–more importantly–decisions fell on you. They won't want to piss you off when you're deciding the schedule for night watch duty." He took in a deep breath before releasing a slow exhale against the warm water and the other soldier's surprisingly delicate touch. "You should consider yourself lucky, Nohl. Your men aren't as rowdy as my boys were." He smirked at the recalled memories. "I got them to behave alright. Don't sell yourself short. You're a Devil Dog; so are they. Emphasis on dog. You don't understand the power of a pretty little pussy like yours is just yet, but you will."
Baron hasn't felt himself relax like this in a long time. He's always had the weight of the entire base on his shoulder. It wasn't a responsibility that he shied from. If anyone could do it and do it well, it was Baron. It was in his genes to be a leader. Even then, sometimes it did a man some good to let go and let someone else ease the weight for even just a small moment. If he couldn't lean on his brothers for help, how could he expect the same of them? He tried to remind himself of that, though it was a lesson all too quickly forgotten.
"And by the way, that cage?" Baron turned to take a quick glance at the pink device secured between Remi's legs. "Nothing strokes the ego and turns a dumb testosterone filled marine on than a locked cock. Your weapon outside of this base is your rifle; inside its your desirability."
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Rory was staring at Billy with the most amused look on his face. Billy was so handsome and all the red in his cheeks only made him even more appetizing to Rory's palette. Leaning forward he reached out and gently scratched his fingers through Billy's beard and under his chin gently. "Billy. I bet you are a big beefy boy under all that denim aren't you? A nice rugged cow boy. Here in the city looking for some...bananas." he said with a smirk, cupping Billy's jaw in his hand before letting his fingers slip down over his neck and fall away. Looking at the hand he shook it and licked his lips. "Strong handshake."
"A motel room works. If you want. Or you could come home with me. To my apartment. And we could enjoy these delicious....bananas." he said with a laugh as he tucked his business card in Billy's shirt pocket. "Meet me in say. 15 minutes? If you can wait that long. I can't wait to devour you. I hope you're a hairy boy Billy."
Billy had to admit, he definitely wasn't used to anyone being this forward with him. Well, maybe sometimes the cougars at the bars he drank at with the boys would work up the nerve to flirt with him like this. Like he was a piece of CAB Choice meat, which he was very flattered by, but he just wasn't interested in selling to that sort of clientele. He liked men, big rough burly men like him. Men that could wrestle him into some compromising positions. With how long its been since he's gotten some rough housing in, he guessed now was as good a time as any to start looking to that other side of the fence.
Billy paused for a moment as he watched the other walk away, his cock throbbed at the elegance of the man's walk. It was strange, but–just as oddly enough–welcomed. It took him a moment before he finally came to and pulled out the card that was slipped into his shirt pocket. "Huh... Guess it's time to check out."
Nervous couldn't even describe what the farm hand felt in this moment. Three minutes. He was three minutes early sat in the parking lot just outside of Rory's apartment. He didn't want to seem too eager, but he was hankering. His massive pickup truck towered over the rest of the sedans and luxury cars that usually lined a city parking lot. He tried to be careful as he exited his truck, stepping down with his heavy leather boots. Finding the other's apartment, he waited for a beat before finally bringing his hand up to knock at Rory's door.
He turned to find that one of the next door neighbors were staring at him as he waited for an answer to the door. The elderly woman seemed to give him a knowing look. He wondered for a moment if this was a regular occurrence, or if there was just something off about him that warranted a look. What was he about to walk into?
The three boys stood there in silence for a while. They watched the ranger move, lifting up his legs and exposing himself without any discussion or problem. There was a glint of hesitation there, but it passed. Was this guy just too trust-y or...? Lukas was the first to break out of the spell of watching a guy like Tatum moving up like that. His pink hole was probably a special spot for attention. But even mesmerized as he might have been, he pulled his phone out of his pocket and took one, two and then a few more pictures. "Why would we let you do that, Tatum?" He asked as he moved and kneel next to where Tatum was, showing him the picture. Face in full view. And so was his heavy balls, his pretty taint and that tiny little thing he called a cock.
"You know you got me in a pretty bad situation that day you caught me here. I lost the guy and didn't even had time to fuck that hole. And it was a pretty hole." He used two fingers to make the picture grow, aiming first at the hole and then at the tiny cock. "You call yourself a man with that?" He scoffed and his friend approached, laughing too. And squeezing something hard in his pants.
"Now, Tatum, I'm a forgiving guy. But I am not a saint." He put his phone back in his jeans and looked at the big man sitting there, all spread open and unable to really run, considering how red and big his balls looked. "We have some time alone. And you are going to be our girl." When he said that, Lukas put two fingers over the sac, pressing over the sensitive balls. It was just a slow, almost gentle pressing, but he knew it would make the ranger break some sweat. "Will you do this for me, mister Tatum?"
Tatum barely registered what the boy was doing when he pulled out his phone to snap a picture of him in a very compromising position. It wasn't until Lukas was showing him his own picture on his phone's screen. It was there, clear as day: the dazed look on his face, his tiny little nub center stage at the V of his legs, his balls looked twice as heavy as they normally would be, and his pink hole practically glowing from the flash of the camera just underneath.
"W-What the fuck?" Tatum scrunched his face at the trio. He was about to say more, but he suddenly found Lukas's two fingers pressed against his swollen sacs. He let out a pained groan just as quickly in response. "Aghhh, fuck!" The sensation was intense. His pink pucker fluttered beneath as he reacted to the pain shooting through his groin. His hole clenched so much, the muscles in his inner walls practically stimulated his prostate just from his own clenching.
The pain from his balls melded with the pleasure from his prostate, causing his little rod to spurt out a small squirt of pre from the overstimulation. "Oh fuck, please." Tatum didn't know what he was pleading for, he just knew that he was. "Don't... Gah... Don't spread that photo around. Agh. I'll... Do whatever you boys want."
Eddie felt that rigid three inch statue slapping wetly against his open mouth, the soft fleshy pat barely making an impression. The sound alone made him want to laugh.
"You want me to just come ask?" Eddie pulled back to let his smirk show, the mockery glittering in his eyes alongside the hunger. "Walk up to you in the chow hall and beg for your teeny little marine meat?"
He let his tongue dart out, catching that small cock on the next downward slap, swirling around the modest head with deliberate precision. Eddie heard what he assumed was Baron sucking in a sharp breath and felt drunk on the control he suddenly wielded. Eddie leaned in, closing his lips around that compact shaft for just a moment before pulling off with an audible pop.
"You're barely enough to fill a mouth," he whispered, eyes locked upward with wicked delight. "Three inches of glory and you're acting like you've got a python. I could sneeze and lose you."
But his hands betrayed him, gripping Baron's hips tighter, pulling that small cock back toward his eager lips. He let his tongue trace the modest length from base to tip, showing how thoroughly he could work something so small.
"Fine," Eddie breathed against that rigid little member. "But don't be surprised when everyone sees how desperate you are, whipping out this little guy for attention."
He opened his mouth wide then, making a show of how much room remained even with Baron fully enveloped, how his tongue still had space to work and tease. The humiliation cut both ways, and Eddie loved every second of it.
Baron was never going to concede in this battle of theirs. Especially not on the hill of his small dick. He's lived with this cock his whole life and he wasn't about to let anyone make him doubt who he is over something so small. Definitely not for a pissant like Eddie. Besides, seeing an adversary with a mouth full of his cock–the very same cock he'd been trying to talk down to–made everything easier to push past.
Despite the heavy thick tension feeling the little space between them, Baron still found Eddie's tongue pleasurable. The way the tip of his tongue flicked at the head of his cocklet like a woman's clit sent shockwaves that reverberated from his groin. Everyone could see it in Eddie's open mouth. The way Baron's cocklet jiggled left, right, up, and down as Eddie's tongue flickered and toyed with the nub.
"You guys think that's the closest Eddie's gotten to pussy since recruitment?" The men began to comment again. "Dude, I've been getting pussy from the locals. Lovely girls, them. Eddie probably gave them the ick." Another commented, surprisingly respectful for a marine. "What a man that Baron. Tiny dick, big cojones. You know what I mean?" "Damn... You know what, gents... Eddie looks kinda good at the dick sucking thing. You reckon Baron's gonna let us fuck Eddie's mouth too?"
Baron rolled his eyes at the other's comments. Being in front of the other men, he couldn't back down now. He had to think on his feet. His reputation would never survive the ordeal.
"I'm not the one constantly talking about my dick. Sometimes, Eddie, you gotta know when to keep your mouth shut or someone might just do it for you." Baron reached down, grabbing his cock and balls by the base and maneuvered both organs into Eddie's wide open mouth and pushed his hip forward. His balls filled Eddie's mouth more than his cock ever did, actually managing to fill the open orifice. He snaked his hand to the back of Eddie's head, pushing him down onto his groin which pushed his balls deeper into Eddie's mouth. "How's those balls taste, Eddie? I probably taste like more of a man than you'll ever be."
The boy watched as his dad came to straddle him, absolutely loving the sight of it. "God, you are so fucking sexy, dad." He groaned as he felt that hole sinking down on his big dick. Chad's eyes rolled back as he felt the man start to ride him.
"Oh fuck yeah dad. Keep doin' that. Oh god. God that feels fucking good." He groaned, opening his eyes and looking to watch his dad's body bounce on him. "Fuckin' ride it. Work for that load, dad. Come on!" He barked out, reaching out to give that fat ass a dominant slap.
Tatum tried to keep an even pace as he rode Chad's cock up and down. His wet sweaty balls slapped against the young man's hard lower torso through a consistent pace. The two orbs only got wetter as Tatum's tiny prick oozed its pre all over his balls and the boy's belly. He was making a mess and he didn't care. The larger man was completely lost in the feeling of his own son's cock filling his eager cunt. "Fuck, baby. Cum for your daddy. Turn me into your slutty little wife. Make my pussy yours." The larger male's legs trembled as he continued to brute his way through riding Chad's cock, desperate to take the boy's cum in his pussy.
Dylan was almost positive that his dad was going to insist that they get back to the party but before he knew it, the man was making it clear that he was down to keep going. Shocked, Dylan's brows raised, looking at the older man before he nodded slowly.
"God… yes… Oh god, I wanna cum in you so bad, daddy." Dylan nodded, biting at his lip, his hands still groping that fat round ass. The horny younger man roughly spun his dad around and pushed him face first against the closed door.
In seconds, he'd dropped down and yanked his dad's pants down to reveal that ass, groaning at the sight. "Oh god, dad." He moaned and leaned close, shoving his face between those fat meaty cheeks, smothering himself with that ass.
"Do I know my boy or what?" Peter grinned as he turned around for his eager son. His little cock jutted out a mere two inches to his front. He pushed his ass out as Dylan ate him out right there on the walk-in pantry. For there being so much food all around them, Dylan was lapping at his hole like he'd been starved for days.
"That's it, Dyl. That feels so good." The elder male cooed, urging the other to keep going. "Get daddy's pussy all wet and ready for your big cock. Show me how bad you want to bury a load in daddy's pussy."
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