Untitled

I watched as he started to text back a few times and then stopped. I figured he must be busy unpacking his stuff, but I was leaving early the next morning to join him in the L.A. apartment we’d be sharing together for the next year.

Buddies from college, RJ and I had never officially lived together, but having grown close our senior year, RJ had slept over in my bed more than he slept at his own place.

“Good,” RJ finally responded. “Want to see your room?”

“Not really,” I texted back having only been there two days before.

About two minutes later I got a picture of RJ naked on the floor of my new room wearing only sunglasses and cowboy boots.

“Should I make this my new profile pic on the dating apps?” RJ asked.

“Dude WTF,” I responded as I laughed on my bed and studied the pic.

“What?” He replied. “I’ve got to be naked while I have the place to myself.”

I couldn’t find fault in his logic. I knew I’d be doing the same thing if I were in his … boots.

I could feel my cock boning up in my basketball shorts as I laid on my stomach on my bed looking at the pic he’d sent.

I loved RJ’s long, lean body. His standard uniform at home was a pair of boxers or briefs and that was pretty much it. Still, seeing him without underwear was doing it for me.

“Since when do you wear speedos to the beach bro?” I texted once I noticed the unmistakable tan line.

“You noticed,” RJ responded. “My step dad and I went.”

“Dude Mike wears speedos?” I asked as I pictured RJ’s hot step dad parading his muscles around the sand.

“He fucking loves them,” was all RJ said.

I wanted to know more. I needed to know more, but RJ wasn’t volunteering anything more. I decided to google Mike and see what I could find. How had I never stalked one of the hottest DILFs I knew online before. A master of Internet searches, it took a little while before I got to the good stuff.

“Fuck!” I said out loud in my room as I found his Only Fans page.

I immediately lifted myself off my bed as my boner led me to my wallet on my desk. I quickly subscribed to his page and dropped my basketball shorts and sat naked on my bed. I put down my phone and switched to my laptop for the bigger screen.

“Holy shit,” I said to my empty room as the first pic of Mike popped up.

His most recent post was of him on the beach in a speedo. I studied his nearly naked body before scrolling down for more. My eyes got big as I saw a pic of Mike and RJ with their arms around each other in their speedos.

I was now furiously jacking my cock as I took in every pixel of the two of them. They looked like a hot couple, but my mind was in overdrive knowing they were step father and son. There was nothing x-rated of the two of them, but I scrolled further to see if Mike had any nude pics. Jackpot. There was a video of him taking a pair of briefs out of a hamper, holding them to his nose and inhaling while he jacked his huge cock. I’d seen that underwear before and knew it was RJ’s.

I shot a huge load all over myself and sat covered in my load as I kept looking through Mike’s pics. There weren’t that many yet, but I got the vibe that he’d be posting gay action sometime very soon. After gathering my composure, I texted RJ back.

“I’ll be there early tomorrow,” I told him.

“Cool. Mike is staying the weekend and wants to go out,” RJ replied.

“Fuck, yeah!” I said out loud as I got up and threw some more stuff in boxes.

I hardly slept that night in anticipation of being with RJ and Mike the next day. I left so early that my mom was a little pissed, but my dad explained that I was excited to get my new life started.

“Tell RJ I said hi,” dad said quietly as he put his hand on the door of my truck.

He was deep in thought as my mind started to wonder what he was thinking about. Did my dad have a little crush on my buddy?

“I’ll tell him,” I replied breaking him out of his own mind. “I know he’s excited for you to come visit.”

Dad’s smile gave me my answer.

“Have a safe trip, son,” dad said.

I got to our apartment two hours later and decided to leave my stuff in my truck as I went in to say hi to RJ … and Mike!

The apartment was dark with all of the shades closed, so I went to RJ’s door and gave a quiet knock. With no response, I slowly turned the knob and opened the door.

I immediately made eye contact with RJ as his step dad continued to swallow his huge cock. RJ smirked at me causing Mike to shift so he could see me while still taking his step son’s rod. He eventually pulled RJ’s spit-covered dick out of his mouth and smiled at me.

“I bet you could use some of this after your drive,” Mike laughed before taking another quick taste of RJ’s rod. “Oh, and I wanted to say thank you.”

”For what?” I asked as the smirk on RJ’s face got bigger.

“For being a fan … subscribing to my Only Fans,” Mike said before running his tongue over RJ’s mushroom cock head like it was normal.

“Oh,” I said. “I didn’t realize that you could … I hope that’s Ok.”

“Fuck, Mike was so excited,” RJ spoke up.

“So were you,” Mike said to RJ.

“I was,” RJ admitted. “It confirmed what I wanted to know.”

“So why don’t you get those clothes off and join the fun,” Mike said before putting RJ back in his mouth.

I quickly started undressing before remembering my dad said to tell RJ hi.

“My dad said he can’t wait to come visit,” I told RJ with a smile and a wink.

Ron leaned back and let whoever this mouth was work his magic. Every Friday at 6PM he was there, and Ron wasn't too proud to show up. Of course he loved his wife. He just needed a little extra.

Mmmm . . . the fucker was good. Probably some gay guy from the west side, getting off on the idea he's serving a blue collar stud from the south side. Not that Ron still lived on the south side--his wife had insisted on moving to one of the northern suburbs, so that now Ron had to put up with yuppies like Ryan Anderson next door. Fuck, that guy was a nerd, with his nerd wife and brainy kids. Mmmm....forget that shithead. Right now. Ron only cared about this mouth.

Ron grinned. He should talk a little. After all this guy had been serving him for two months now. He should talk and give the guy a little thrill, let him know what a stud he's latched onto. Ron had always been complimented on his deep, gruff voice. He cleared his throat.

"Hey, man. You're great. I'm Ron."

The mouth froze.

"Hey, don't stop. Just, you been doing me for 9 weeks now. Thought I should chat you up a little. Heh!"

On the other side, Ryan Anderson sat stock still, eyes wide, staring down almost cross-eyed at the shaft resting in his mouth.

SHIT!

"Buddy? Keep going. Sorry if talking bothered you. I won't talk again for sure, heh! Love how--how you swallow me down, buddy. Heh!"

Ryan slowly started up again. It was Ron. Ron Ford, the asshole construction worker from next door.

Hairy  and very sexy sweaty tierd

We’ve been fucking for almost a year, and we’ve rented hotel rooms, motel rooms and everything else you can think of in order to satisfy our needs. But, it’s taking a toll on both of us. What started as uninhibited, sweaty, passionate sex has evolved into a deeply emotional and loving relationship.

While I came out after high school graduation, things were very different for John. He loved his wife and kids, but John had always been attracted to men. He’d deeply suppressed those urges for a long time but had eventually given in. He was soon having quickies with men on business trips, at the gym and then with me.

John and I were now having to be careful how we communicated and how we acted around each other. While we always had our eye on one another at gatherings both of our families were always at, we eventually got to the point where we never talked to each other at them.

It was painful to both of us, but neither one of us wanted to hurt the people we loved and who loved us. That scenario made our hidden meetings for sex even more wild and intense.

“Hey, pal,” my dad said in the kitchen one Saturday morning in late July.

“Hey, good morning,” I replied sleepily as I waited for my coffee in my boxer briefs.

“You have today free, right?” He asked.

“Yes, sir,” I said staring a hole into the slow coffee maker. “Why?”

“I was going to see if you can help me at John’s,” dad said.

My head shot up and I looked at dad at the mention of John’s name.

“What?” Dad asked.

“Nothing,” I lied. “Sure, I can help. What do you need me to do?”

“He is replacing some bushes in the back, so I volunteered us to help,” Dad said.

“Why doesn’t he just pay someone?” I asked as a typical college student who wasn’t paying the bills yet.

Dad just gave me a look that let me know he wasn’t amused.

“I know we should’ve planned it out and started early, but he thought he could do it himself,” dad explained, “but I called him about some business stuff and could tell he was overwhelmed.”

“OK, no problem,” I replied while pouring creamer into my coffee. “Let me drink this coffee and put on some clothes and we can go.”

“Thanks, pal,” Dad said giving me a fist bump.

We got to John’s about 45 minutes later and made our way to his backyard. Dad told me John was alone for the week while his wife and kids went to visit her parents. I already knew this since I was getting fucked by John in their bed the night before, but I played along.

“John, buddy, I’m sorry we took so long,” dad apologized.

“Hey, guys,” John said smiling. “It’s so hot.”

He looked down at the ground shirtless and drenched in sweat. He looked amazing in his old shorts as sweat rolled down his perfect nose. I wanted to wrap myself around him and sit on his cock, but all I could do was adjust the growing bulge in my own shorts.

“Here you go,” dad said giving him a cold water bottle.

John downed half of the bottle and looked up at dad and then me.

“Thanks for coming, guys,” he said quietly. “I know this isn’t how you wanted to spend one of your last Saturdays before heading back to school, Drew.”

Our eyes connected and we quickly looked away mindful of our behavior toward each other.

“It’s cool, John,” I smiled. “What do you need me to do?”

John gave us our marching orders and dad and I pulled off our shirts and got to work. It wasn’t an insane amount of bushes, but the heat and humidity seemed to slow our ability to knock it out quickly. Two hours later we were finally done planting and spreading mulch before we called it quits.

“Damn, I’m completely drained,” John told Dad as we all walked inside to the cold air conditioning.

“Why don’t you go grab a shower, buddy,” Dad urged. “Sarah sent us with hamburger meat and buns to cook you dinner, so we’ll grab a cold one and get the grill going.”

“What would I do without you guys?” John asked dad before looking at me.

We held our gaze a little too long and both knew it. John quickly headed upstairs while Dad got us each a beer.

“You OK, son?” Dad asked taking a sip and waiting for my reply as he watched me.

“Yeah, why?” I asked taking a sip.

“I don’t know, Drew,” dad said. “I’ve just noticed you and John don’t seem to talk like you used to. You’re always making eye contact and then you seem ignore each other. You used to be so bubbly together.”

I looked at dad as he took another sip and held the cold beer bottle to his temple to cool off.

“Yeah, dad,” I answered, “everything is good.”

Dad just nodded, but I could tell by the look on his face — a Dad look that said he knew it wasn’t.

“OK,” Dad said letting it go. “Can you go out and start the grill for me?”

“I’m on it,” I said happy for the interrogation to be over.

I came back in to see Dad had already made the hamburger patties, seasoned them and grabbed us each another beer.

“Do me a favor, sport, and run this up to John,” Dad said holding out a cold beer bottle.

“Uhh, shouldn’t I wait until he’s done?” I asked.

“No, he won’t mind if you slip in there and hand it to him,” Dad said without looking up as he cut open the bagged salad Mom had also sent.

I climbed the stairs thinking of how John had just fucked me in his bed last night. I was super horny but knew I needed to keep cool, calm and collected.

I opened one of the double doors to his bedroom and made my way back to the bathroom. John was still in the shower and was holding onto the wall and looking down as if deep in thought.

“Knock, knock,” I said causing him to jump.

“Babe … urrrr, Drew, what are you doing in here?” He asked panicked.

“Dad asked me to bring this to you,” I said holding up the beer.

Relief spread across his face before I opened the shower door and handed it to him. He took a big swig as I stood watching him and looking at his hot body. I wanted to get naked and join him, but I knew that was out of the question.

“Can I get a kiss?” I whispered so quietly he had to read my lips.

John looked back at the door and then came toward me and gave me a kiss on the lips. I would’ve been good with that considering the situation, but lust took over and we began to make out. John was holding his beer in one hand and holding my waist with the other while we kissed. We lost all sense of the world until we heard Dad clear his throat from the doorway.

“Shit,” John said loudly as we both awkwardly tried to seem normal.

“Dad, I …” I began.

“No, Drew,” Dad stopped me.

He was quiet for a minute as his head went back and forth between us as his brain worked things out.

“How long?” Dad finally asked looking at John.

“About a year,” John said bravely as he put his hand on my bare back.

Dad was quietly thinking again. I was about to say something, but John already knew me and stopped me with some pressure on my back. We both just stood waiting for what he was going to say.

“Makes sense now,” Dad finally said. “It all makes sense. Have you been to see Drew at school?”

“I have,” John said.

There was some more prolonged silence before Dad spoke up again.

“I’m fine with it,” Dad said. “What I’m not fine with is the cheating and lying to everyone.”

Dad and John locked eyes as if Dad was letting John know what he needed to do.

“Do you love each other?” Dad asked.

“Yes,” John and I said in unison before looking at each other.

“Good,” Dad said leaving it at that.

He began to walk toward the door as he scratched his head. John and I looked at each other and then back toward Dad just as he stopped in his tracks. He turned and looked at both of us.

“I think I need a bit of time to wrap my head around this and think a little,” Dad said. “Do you mind if I just turn on the TV downstairs and think for a while? Then we can eat and talk about a game plan.”

“Sure,” John said while I nodded.

Dad closed the door to the bathroom and disappeared. We both stood looking at the door before we turned and looked at each other.

“You sure that you want this?” I asked John.

“I am,” he said without hesitation.

We kissed. Not that we ever needed help with sex, but the freedom of knowing this would all be out in the open soon made us both excited and horny.

“You want to get in here with me?” John asked as I realized he’d been naked through the whole ordeal.

I didn’t answer and just kicked off my shoes, shorts and boxer briefs and got in. John pulled me in for a sloppy, sensual kiss as our sweaty bodies held on to each other for dear life. Our hard cocks in between us, his hands held my big jock butt as he began to rub his cock against me.

“Just put it in,” I said unable to wait.

John was thinking the same thing and grabbed some body wash and lathered his cock and then my hole. He slid it in with urgency as my hole hugged its familiar friend. John pounded me hard in his shower while Dad was downstairs thinking and no doubt aware of what we were doing upstairs.

We both needed the release and knew we’d soon be able to do this whenever we wanted. He shot his load inside me as I shot my load all over the granite shower. It was quick, but it was amazing. There’s something about finally getting what you want that is impossible to beat. We kissed softly before quickly cleaning ourselves and getting dressed.

John grabbed my hand as we walked to the bedroom door ready to go talk to my Dad. He stopped and gave me a sweet kiss as he held my chin.

“Let’s go,” John finally said letting go of my hand.

I grabbed his hand again and looked at him.

PRO TOUR

He didn't need the money. Hell, he'd just won the big prize after a hard fought PGA event. This on top of the other money and endorsements that had been coming in.

But the fifty dollar bills laid down on the hotel bedside table was a turn on for Brandon Kelly. It was part of his kink.

As was the haughty chuckle by the next man in line. Number five. Deep Southern voice. "Damn, son, aren't you a sight?" the middle aged man laughed, unbuckling his belt. The words were loose, not quite slurred, but the country club daddy had been drinking the afternoon for sure.

Sometimes Brandon didn't even look to see who was gonna fuck him. But that voice was turning him on. He looked back to see a medium-height man, full dad bod build but solid ex-jock frame. Sunburned face, raccoon eyes from wearing sunglasses. Sweaty salt and pepper hair barely visible beneath the club ball cap he had on.

Brandon almost gasped as those shorts dropped. Southern Daddy wasn't the hottest guy who'd fuck him today, but he was definitely packing a majorly fat boner. Beer can territory.

"You know the price," was all the golfer said, though.

That got another lewd chuckle, as the man reached down to fish out his wallet. "All right, buddy. I thought I might get a freebie off ya, but fifty bucks is a bargain." He got a few bills, three twenties to give a little something extra to the early-30s pro stud. The man sauntered over and laid the cash on top of the growing pile, slowly to give Brandon a chance for a nice up close view of that daddy boner.

"Fucking PGA whore," came his growl as he got up on the bed.

Brandon wasn't sure if that was a question or a comment, but he said, "Yessir." He had on only his sponsorship-logo golf polo, a really expensive watch, and nothing else. The golfer lay face down on the mattress, the sheets a little damp from sweat and lube and the overflow cum. Brandon worked hard on his legs and his ass and he felt rough hands rub and grip the muscle appreciatively.

But Southern Daddy wasn't into foreplay. He gave a hard smack to the butt cheek then crawled right on top of Brandon's splayed body. Somehow, the middle aged guy felt firmer, more solid with that weight pressed on top of him.

Brandon acted a little slutty, maybe, hiking his ass back and doing the work to line that beer can up. The excess lube and cum did the rest, making that fatness pop right in.

"FUCK!" Brandon cried. But a hand clapped over his mouth.

"Quiet, you fucker!" the top breathed. Brandon could definitely smell the beer on his breath. Rather than be a turn off, it reminded him of losing is virginity at the country club back home.

That thick wedge was pressing in steadily now. The thing about beer can cocks is they feel even thicker going in on entry.

The daddy was excited as hell. "Jesus, son, you're still tight as fuck... after all evening, too." He grunted even deeper once he bottomed in. "Fucking slopping hole."

That hand stayed on Brandon's mouth but with less force. Instead, it was like the older man was using it for leverage as he threw his whole body into boning that golfer ass. Deep steady stroke, battering open the last of Brandon's natural tightness. It felt good, great even, until Southern Daddy started going harder.

"Shut up, slut... I paid good money for this," he growled.

Sixty bucks, Brandon laughed to himself. But that sum itself was part of the turn on. How much it undervalued his sexual worth. How it made the fuck so strictly transacitonal.

It was that idea that changed the discomfort back to pleasure and made the golfer's cock hard again against the sheets.

"God fucking damn, buddy..." came the daddy's hisses, so close to orgasm. Then that ex-jock body fucked Brandon with a few last hard thrusts and seized tight, a deep groan signalling that the pro golfer was getting seeded again.

Now, as the daddy collapsed onto Brandon's prostrate body, that weight felt really fucking heavy now. But after a second, the man climbed back off.

No talking now, he just grabbed the towel that was set by the bed. Wiping off he picked up his shorts again, put them on, rebuckled his belt and was out the door without a word.

Brandon felt more alive than ever. He hadn't expected this guy to push his buttons so much, but this fuck had hit him so deeply. But as he rolled back on his back, feeling the very slick cum deposit fresh in his hole, he reached down the gingerly touched his rock hard erection. He wondered if his brother had lined up anyone else.

Just then the key card sound came, then the door opened. This was Brandon's favorite part of anticipation, the couple seconds before he saw the next top, or before the next top saw what was in store for him.

This time it was Chase. Not changed from a day on the course, still looking hot as fuck. Huge smile on his face and a hard on in those golf shorts. "Hey bro.... couple of guys are still waiting but I couldn't hold off any more."

"I'm glad," Brandon said. "Though that last guy was incredible."

Chase smirked then walked over to the wad of cash. Picking up the bills, he counted the money, then stuffed it in his pocket. "God, if Dad could see you now," he said.

Brandon blushed. "Come on, Chase."

"Come on, what?" Even when giving the biggest put downs Brandon's little brother was cute as fuck. "I'm not the fucking whore in the family." Then in a more horny tone... "How sloppy are you, bro?"

Brandon leaned back, a smirk of his own forming. "Pretty damn wet."

Now it was Chase whose face got that horny serious look. "Gonna feed me, bro?"

Brandon nodded and scooted down in the bed, lifting his legs apart. Chase kicked off his sneakers and got up on the bed, right into his favorite place.

The two had learned what rhythm worked best. That brother tongue slowly lapping and soothing that fucked hole, getting used to the lube there, before venturing deeper. Some long probe, then shallow licks seemed to get the cum flowing.

This felt nasty the first time Chase felched him. It still did, but it was a ritual neither could get enough of. Particularly the younger golfer, who munched and feasted harder the more he got fed. Soon he was eating out practically clean pro-jock hole.

That wouldn't last long. Face reddened and spit wet, Chase pulled back and unzipped.

"Not gonna need lube," he announced. Indeed as he lined up that long, thick prick Brandon's hole seemed to accommodate without issue. Maybe it was his brother's eyes on his. Hungry, lusty.

"Good win today, bro," Chase hissed, feeling tight bro hole surround his cock.

Brandon's voice was hoarse with need. "For you, buddy..."

Chase's lips curled into an excited sneer. Then he began pounding Brandon's ass, with hard heavy thrusts. For a longer session, he'd go for distance more. But after the felching just now, he was worked up. He could still taste six men's seed on his tongue. "Mother fuck!" he cried. And seeded his brother's hole.

He was in a more affectionate mood when he withdrew. "You good for a couple more, bro?"

Brandon dropped his legs to the bed. This was the only part that embarrassed him, admitting to Chase that he still wanted other guys. But Chase's fuck had been quick, and Brandon still hadn't gotten off. "Yeah, I'm good."

Chase tucked in and zipped up. He laughed then leaned down to kiss his older brother. The first and only kiss Brandon Kelly would get that night.

"All right. I'll tell those fuckers to tip better, too," he smirked. "Just because you're a whore doesn't mean they can't be grateful."

God. even when putting him down his little brother could be sexy as fuck.

"Give me five, bro?" Brandon asked. "I gotta piss." He'd been going a solid hour without a break.

Chase nudged his chin and winked. "Take ten. It'll just make the next dude hornier."

Last tine we’d crossed paths? I’d just turned 18 and Reggie, who was 14 years older than me, was at my graduation party. My dad let me have a few beers, and my curiosity about Reggie got the best of me. 

That night, I sucked my uncle’s cock, relishing the taste of his fat shaft and how it felt when he gushed a load in my mouth. 

Reggie felt very guilty about what happened, and he left the next day without saying goodbye. But I loved it, loved every inch of my uncle’s dick and wanted more. 

My dad saw Reggie many times over the years, and he eventually surfaced online, traveling around the world with his wife, connecting with me on Facebook. 

I got a message from him asking if he could stop by for a visit, and I said sure. We had a nice dinner, a nice long chat, and I showed him where his room was, and where the blankets and towels were. 

When Reggie was getting ready for a shower, I peeked inside the bathroom and got a glimpse of him as he took off his robe. His youthful mustache had long ago been replaced by a bushy gray beard, but Reggie was still as sexy as ever, my big beefy uncle. 

He turned to face me, his guilt replaced by confidence. 

“You still want some of this, huh, Pete?” 

“I do, Uncle Reggie. I want my uncle’s big cock.”

Reggie rubbed his furry gut. “You’re getting me worked up, son,” he said as he grabbed his thickening cock. 

“But this time, Uncle Reg, I wanna go all the way. I need your dick inside of me.” 

Reggie moaned.

“Maybe you should shower after you nail my ass, Reg.” 

I lost count of how many loads Uncle Reggie fucked out of me after five. Just feeling his fat cock in me, the thickness of his body mounting my own thick body, was so intense that I just kept getting my nut, again and again.

Reggie dumped three gooey loads from his own fat dick inside of me. 

“If I nut inside of you again, son, I might just make you pregnant.” 

After he said that, my dick instantly got hard.

“Guess I gotta knock you up, huh, Petey? You want your uncle’s baby in there?” 

He started driving his dick deep inside of me.

“Yeah, Reggie,” I moaned. “And my dad’s too.” 

#382

“Oh, sorry to startle you there.  You must be Robby Anderson.  Coach Thomas said that I could use the Away Team locker room for the privacy in showering and cleaning up.  He also said that you might be lurking in here.  No, no.  You don’t have to leave or even cover up.  I have been in many locker rooms and around naked young men all my life.  You have nothing I haven’t seen before.  In fact, I’m about to take a shower.  Join me….

“Yeah, bud,” I called out. “Just showered.”

I’d invited Justin over to watch the game and drink with me since our wives were on a ladies trip with their group of friends.

“OK, cool,” Justin shouted back.

I had just put my shaving stuff away and was standing naked in my bathroom when Justin appeared holding two mixed rum and cokes.

“Fuck, Ryan,” Justin said with a smirk as he eyes checked out my body. “I knew you had a big ass, but it’s even better naked.”

“I like to do my squats,” I said laughing as he walked to me and handed me my drink.

“Cheers,” he said before we both took a sip.

Justin looked over my nude body from the front before stopping at my cock.

“Damn, dude, how big does your cock get hard?” He asked.

Justin is always touching me and commenting on my body, so I wasn’t phased by his attention.

“I don’t know,” I said honestly. “I haven’t measured it since … probably high school.”

“Well we’re going to measure that huge fucking rod,” he said putting his glass on the bathroom counter. “Where’s the tape measurer?”

“Shut the fuck up, Justin,” I laughed before taking another sip of my drink.

“No, man,” he said with a straight face, “I really need to see this.”

I knew damn well that Justin wasn’t going to let this go, so I told him there was one in our junk drawer in the kitchen. He knew where that was and disappeared quickly as I wiped around the sink with a paper towel to pick up my loose hairs.

“Got it,” Justin said returning in record time.

“So what do you want me to do?” I asked.

“Get hard, dumbass,” he quipped.

Justin and I always reverted to college kids when we were fortunate enough to be by ourselves and relax.

“Fuck that, I’m not going to beat off while you watch me,” I stood my ground.

“The fuck you won’t,” he said wrapping his hand around my cock and balls before I saw it coming.

“Dude … what the …” I protested before feeling the pleasure of another hand on my penis.

I was in a long dry spell with my wife who kept telling me it was just hormones that was killing her sex drive. She promised to go to the doctor to get it checked out but never did, so I was jacking off constantly.

My cock was growing fast in Justin’s hand as I put my hand on his shoulder without thinking to steady myself.

“That’s it, Ryan,” he encouraged me as we looked at each other. “Let’s get this thick cock nice and hard so we can see just how big you really are.”

I’d always been sexually curious about men and had watched tons of gay porn, so being in this situation was equally awkward and satisfying.

“Fuck, Justin,” I said softly as he was now jacking my shaft while I still held on to him. “I haven’t had my cock touched by another person in a long time.”

“I know, buddy,” he said softly back to me. “I’m in the same boat.”

We made eye contact for a few seconds too long before lust won out.

“Take off your pants and I’ll jack you,” I said.

A huge smile spread across Justin’s face as he kicked off his running shoes, pulled of his sock and shorts. I looked at his muscular body in his tight white briefs as my cock got even harder. He quickly pulled off his shirt and threw it on the pile of clothes. He looked at me as he held the waistband of his briefs and then pulled them down and kicked them off his feet.

“You’re huge,” I said looking down at his perfect cock head and long shaft.

“Thanks, but I’m not as big as you,” he admitted before grabbing my shaft into his hand.

“Easy, bud,” I said slowing his eager pull of my cock.

After he slowed to a normal rhythm, I reached out and grabbed his boner and began stroking his shaft.

“Oh, shit,” he said as he lifted his head slightly and his eyes got bigger. “I’ve needed this.”

“Me too, man,” I said before looking back down at his cock.

We were both so aroused that Justin’s cock began leaking precum all over my hand as I stroked him.

“Shit,” I said as I watched the large amount of clear liquid coat my hand and now his shaft.

“I’m a leaker and sweater,” he smiled at me as we made eye contact again.

“I love sweaty sex,” I blurted out without thinking.

“Me too, buddy,” he responded. “I love to soak the sheets.

Without saying anything, we both moved our heads toward each other as we continued to stroke each other’s cock. Our lips made contact, and we were quickly going at it with lust and passion as our tongues moved around the other’s mouths.

We let go of each other’s cocks and hugged each other as we kissed passionately and Justin’s penis leaked all over mine. We were feeling each other’s bodies as our mouths kept their lustful contact.

“I want to go all the way,” Justin said breaking out kiss.

I looked deep into his eyes and realized I didn’t care if we were cheating on our wives. I wanted and needed hot sex with my sexy neighbor and friend. I grabbed his hand and lead him out of the bathroom and stood him against the king-sized bed I share with my wife.

“Let’s soak these sheets with our sweat and cum,” I said smiling at him.

Justin smiled back and kissed me as we began our sensual love making.

I pushed Justin back on the bed and went down on his long, leaking cock. He moaned loudly as I mimicked all the blow jobs in the porn I’d watched. I was apparently good at giving head as Justin just moaned and ran his fingers through my hair.

My mouth left Justin’s cock and moved down to his smooth balls before licking his taint. From his moans, I could tell Justin was fine with me continuing down to his hole. My tongue licked his perfect pink pucker as he let out a flurry of expletives.

“Fucking shit, baby, yeah,” he cried out as he pushed my head against his hole. “Lick my ass, fucker. Stick that tongue deep in my hole. SHIT!”

Justin’s hole tasted so good as my entire face seemed to want in on the action. My nose rubbed against his pucker before my chin and then my mouth. I was making a wet mess down there and on my face, but I was on another level sexually. I couldn’t get enough of this man’s butt. I could smell his musky scent but could tell that he’d properly cleaned his hole like you would when you know your neighbor is going to have his face in it. Justin had been thinking about this before coming over like I had.

I munched and spit on his hole for a while before standing up and slapping my rock-hard cock against his cheeks. He’d pulled his legs up and held them as my cock rubbed over his hole.

“Fuck me, baby,” Justin whined. “Stick that big dick deep in my ass, man.”

I walked to my nightstand and grabbed my lube — the whole bottle had only been used when I jacked off or stuck a finger in my ass. None of it was used on my wife’s pussy.

I coated my cock with lube and quickly put my cock back against his hole and slowly started pushing in. His warm pucker didn’t resist as I filled his guts with my cock.

“Awww, yeah, man,” he whined as he held onto my arms as I held his waist. “Rail me, baby. God, that feels so fucking good.”

Justin was right, it felt amazing to be inside my friend. It felt normal. It felt like I was home, in a weird, perfect way.

“You feel so good, Justin,” I said as I kept pounding his willing hole.

“So good, baby,” he agreed.

We were both sweating now as our bodies worked overtime to make the other feel good. We were so connected and horny.

“Fuck, baby, you’re … SHIT … FUCK … my prostate,” he cried out loudly as I watched his hard cock jump up from his stomach on its own with hands and spurt rope after rope of jizz all over our bodies.

Justin wasn’t in his body for at least 30 seconds as he made noises, tears came down his face and his eyes rolled back in his head. It was the single hottest thing I’ve ever seen or experienced in my life.

“I’m going to breed your hole, baby,” I warned. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, ohhhhhh …”

I shot deep in my buddy as I held his muscular pecs and fucked his tight hole. Sweat dripped from me onto Justin as I let the orgasm move through my body.

It took at least a minute for either of us to focus our eyes on the other as the release overtook both of us.

“I can’t … it was … I …” Justin was trying to speak but couldn’t.

I smiled at my hot friend and now lover and bent down and kissed him with my cock still oozing the last bit of my seed deep into him.

“I want you to fuck me,” I said breaking our kiss.

“Yes,” was all Justin said before letting his head fall against the bed. “I want that huge ass.”

“Ryan, you here?” A deep voice called from downstairs.

“Shit, I forgot about Chris,” I whispered to Justin as we both looked at each other with big eyes.

We just looked at each other before I yelled back, “yeah, we’re up here.”

Justin jerked his head up and tried to break free but my cock was still in his hole and I held him in place. A few seconds later, our other neighbor Chris walked in with a shocked look on his face.

“You assholes fucked without me?” He asked as he began taking off his tight tee that showed off his firefighter muscles.

“Yeah, bud,” I called out. “Just showered.”

I’d invited Justin over to watch the game and drink with me since our wives were on a ladies trip with their group of friends.

“OK, cool,” Justin shouted back.

I had just put my shaving stuff away and was standing naked in my bathroom when Justin appeared holding two mixed rum and cokes.

“Fuck, Ryan,” Justin said with a smirk as he eyes checked out my body. “I knew you had a big ass, but it’s even better naked.”

“I like to do my squats,” I said laughing as he walked to me and handed me my drink.

“Cheers,” he said before we both took a sip.

Justin looked over my nude body from the front before stopping at my cock.

“Damn, dude, how big does your cock get hard?” He asked.

Justin is always touching me and commenting on my body, so I wasn’t phased by his attention.

“I don’t know,” I said honestly. “I haven’t measured it since … probably high school.”

“Well we’re going to measure that huge fucking rod,” he said putting his glass on the bathroom counter. “Where’s the tape measurer?”

“Shut the fuck up, Justin,” I laughed before taking another sip of my drink.

“No, man,” he said with a straight face, “I really need to see this.”

I knew damn well that Justin wasn’t going to let this go, so I told him there was one in our junk drawer in the kitchen. He knew where that was and disappeared quickly as I wiped around the sink with a paper towel to pick up my loose hairs.

“Got it,” Justin said returning in record time.

“So what do you want me to do?” I asked.

“Get hard, dumbass,” he quipped.

Justin and I always reverted to college kids when we were fortunate enough to be by ourselves and relax.

“Fuck that, I’m not going to beat off while you watch me,” I stood my ground.

“The fuck you won’t,” he said wrapping his hand around my cock and balls before I saw it coming.

“Dude … what the …” I protested before feeling the pleasure of another hand on my penis.

I was in a long dry spell with my wife who kept telling me it was just hormones that was killing her sex drive. She promised to go to the doctor to get it checked out but never did, so I was jacking off constantly.

My cock was growing fast in Justin’s hand as I put my hand on his shoulder without thinking to steady myself.

“That’s it, Ryan,” he encouraged me as we looked at each other. “Let’s get this thick cock nice and hard so we can see just how big you really are.”

I’d always been sexually curious about men and had watched tons of gay porn, so being in this situation was equally awkward and satisfying.

“Fuck, Justin,” I said softly as he was now jacking my shaft while I still held on to him. “I haven’t had my cock touched by another person in a long time.”

“I know, buddy,” he said softly back to me. “I’m in the same boat.”

We made eye contact for a few seconds too long before lust won out.

“Take off your pants and I’ll jack you,” I said.

A huge smile spread across Justin’s face as he kicked off his running shoes, pulled of his sock and shorts. I looked at his muscular body in his tight white briefs as my cock got even harder. He quickly pulled off his shirt and threw it on the pile of clothes. He looked at me as he held the waistband of his briefs and then pulled them down and kicked them off his feet.

“You’re huge,” I said looking down at his perfect cock head and long shaft.

“Thanks, but I’m not as big as you,” he admitted before grabbing my shaft into his hand.

“Easy, bud,” I said slowing his eager pull of my cock.

After he slowed to a normal rhythm, I reached out and grabbed his boner and began stroking his shaft.

“Oh, shit,” he said as he lifted his head slightly and his eyes got bigger. “I’ve needed this.”

“Me too, man,” I said before looking back down at his cock.

We were both so aroused that Justin’s cock began leaking precum all over my hand as I stroked him.

“Shit,” I said as I watched the large amount of clear liquid coat my hand and now his shaft.

“I’m a leaker and sweater,” he smiled at me as we made eye contact again.

“I love sweaty sex,” I blurted out without thinking.

“Me too, buddy,” he responded. “I love to soak the sheets.

Without saying anything, we both moved our heads toward each other as we continued to stroke each other’s cock. Our lips made contact, and we were quickly going at it with lust and passion as our tongues moved around the other’s mouths.

We let go of each other’s cocks and hugged each other as we kissed passionately and Justin’s penis leaked all over mine. We were feeling each other’s bodies as our mouths kept their lustful contact.

“I want to go all the way,” Justin said breaking out kiss.

I looked deep into his eyes and realized I didn’t care if we were cheating on our wives. I wanted and needed hot sex with my sexy neighbor and friend. I grabbed his hand and lead him out of the bathroom and stood him against the king-sized bed I share with my wife.

“Let’s soak these sheets with our sweat and cum,” I said smiling at him.

Justin smiled back and kissed me as we began our sensual love making.

I pushed Justin back on the bed and went down on his long, leaking cock. He moaned loudly as I mimicked all the blow jobs in the porn I’d watched. I was apparently good at giving head as Justin just moaned and ran his fingers through my hair.

My mouth left Justin’s cock and moved down to his smooth balls before licking his taint. From his moans, I could tell Justin was fine with me continuing down to his hole. My tongue licked his perfect pink pucker as he let out a flurry of expletives.

“Fucking shit, baby, yeah,” he cried out as he pushed my head against his hole. “Lick my ass, fucker. Stick that tongue deep in my hole. SHIT!”

Justin’s hole tasted so good as my entire face seemed to want in on the action. My nose rubbed against his pucker before my chin and then my mouth. I was making a wet mess down there and on my face, but I was on another level sexually. I couldn’t get enough of this man’s butt. I could smell his musky scent but could tell that he’d properly cleaned his hole like you would when you know your neighbor is going to have his face in it. Justin had been thinking about this before coming over like I had.

I munched and spit on his hole for a while before standing up and slapping my rock-hard cock against his cheeks. He’d pulled his legs up and held them as my cock rubbed over his hole.

“Fuck me, baby,” Justin whined. “Stick that big dick deep in my ass, man.”

I walked to my nightstand and grabbed my lube — the whole bottle had only been used when I jacked off or stuck a finger in my ass. None of it was used on my wife’s pussy.

I coated my cock with lube and quickly put my cock back against his hole and slowly started pushing in. His warm pucker didn’t resist as I filled his guts with my cock.

“Awww, yeah, man,” he whined as he held onto my arms as I held his waist. “Rail me, baby. God, that feels so fucking good.”

Justin was right, it felt amazing to be inside my friend. It felt normal. It felt like I was home, in a weird, perfect way.

“You feel so good, Justin,” I said as I kept pounding his willing hole.

“So good, baby,” he agreed.

We were both sweating now as our bodies worked overtime to make the other feel good. We were so connected and horny.

“Fuck, baby, you’re … SHIT … FUCK … my prostate,” he cried out loudly as I watched his hard cock jump up from his stomach on its own with hands and spurt rope after rope of jizz all over our bodies.

Justin wasn’t in his body for at least 30 seconds as he made noises, tears came down his face and his eyes rolled back in his head. It was the single hottest thing I’ve ever seen or experienced in my life.

“I’m going to breed your hole, baby,” I warned. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, ohhhhhh …”

I shot deep in my buddy as I held his muscular pecs and fucked his tight hole. Sweat dripped from me onto Justin as I let the orgasm move through my body.

It took at least a minute for either of us to focus our eyes on the other as the release overtook both of us.

“I can’t … it was … I …” Justin was trying to speak but couldn’t.

I smiled at my hot friend and now lover and bent down and kissed him with my cock still oozing the last bit of my seed deep into him.

“I want you to fuck me,” I said breaking our kiss.

“Yes,” was all Justin said before letting his head fall against the bed. “I want that huge ass.”

“Ryan, you here?” A deep voice called from downstairs.

“Shit, I forgot about Chris,” I whispered to Justin as we both looked at each other with big eyes.

We just looked at each other before I yelled back, “yeah, we’re up here.”

Justin jerked his head up and tried to break free but my cock was still in his hole and I held him in place. A few seconds later, our other neighbor Chris walked in with a shocked look on his face.

“You assholes fucked without me?” He asked as he began taking off his tight tee that showed off his firefighter muscles.

#382

“Oh, sorry to startle you there.  You must be Robby Anderson.  Coach Thomas said that I could use the Away Team locker room for the privacy in showering and cleaning up.  He also said that you might be lurking in here.  No, no.  You don’t have to leave or even cover up.  I have been in many locker rooms and around naked young men all my life.  You have nothing I haven’t seen before.  In fact, I’m about to take a shower.  Join me….

#375

“Hey shithead, get over here.  I got some news….  You look like shit.  Come here.  Kneel.  Reach in and take out my dick.  I’ve got to take a piss.  Drink up and listen.  A buyer put in an offer, and it was accepted.  You’ve been sold.  I wasn’t expecting for a chunky slave to sell after only one day of showing, but that big truck driver made a full offer.  He’ll be back later on tonight.  He made some demands….

A wife and three small kids was a lot, and the only time I really had to myself was in the office or at the gym, so I woke up early and explored the house in the daylight while enjoying the quiet. I was naked a few minutes after getting in the house the night before and knew I wouldn’t wear much more than a bathing suit for the rest of the trip — if there’s one thing about me it’s that I love to be nude.

I made myself some coffee and went through each of the rooms making sure the accommodations were good for the guests. With four bedrooms and eight guys, we would each be sharing a room and most of us a bed. I was sharing my room with my best friend Chad, so I was happy we had the primary off by itself. Chad is also married with kids, so I knew we’d both be horny for our usual poundings as soon as he arrived.

There was no real point to these trips other than time away from our responsibilities and some amazing sex with other men. Most of us were either frat brothers or old childhood friends that were married, with the exception of Greg and Tyler — two masculine gay guys who lived out and proud in LA. They were the ones that kept things fun and exciting each week of these trips we did twice a year.

I was standing at one of the large windows in the sunroom looking out on the marsh when there was a knock at the glass door to my right. I turned and was jolted by the sight of a man standing there. He had on a button down that had the Citadel logo, jeans and cowboy boots. My heart racing, I walked to the door and answered it.

“Hi,” I said completely forgetting I was naked.

“Will?” The man asked as he openly checked out my body causing me to suddenly become modest.

“Shit, I’m sorry,” I said covering my junk. “I completely forgot I was nude.”

“No problem at all,” he smiled as he stuck out his hand. “I’m CJ — the owner of the house. We spoke on the phone.”

I was holding my cock and balls in my right hand and immediately switched to my left and shook his hand with my right.

“Sorry,” I said as we both realized we were shaking hands with the hand that had just covered my genitals.

“No worries, man,” CJ smiled. “I’m completely comfortable with nudity.”

“OK,” I said letting my left hand fall. “What can I help you with?”

“Well, I got to thinking about your guys trip and what you might do while you’re here, so I came to unlock the storage closet under the house so you could use our paddle boards and beach chairs,” he said. “Don’t want y’all to get bored.”

“That’s so nice of you,” I smiled at the handsome homeowner. “Thank you so much.”

“No problem at all,” he blushed a bit as I looked him over.

His tight Citadel button down and muscular body told me he was probably ex-military and straight laced, but the more we talked, the more I liked the guy.

“I also wanted to put up the two hammocks, make sure the grill had enough propane and all that stuff,” he continued. “I apologize, I’ve been busy with my practice.”

“Oh, what kind of practice?” I asked.

“I’m a dentist,” CJ replied as I noticed his wedding ring.

Figures that this built soldier was successful and happily married. His deep voice and light Southern accent made him even hotter.

“That’s amazing,” I said with a smile.

“Thank you,” he said looking down at the ground shyly. “You have beautiful teeth.”

It was my turn to blush as his compliment gave me a warm feeling.

“Well, how can I help?” I asked.

“Nah, you just relax and enjoy the calm before the storm,” he said. “I’ll just be in and out getting things set up, if you don’t mind.”

“My house is your … actual house,” I said as we both laughed.

With that, I took a seat in a rocking chair on the back porch with my coffee as he was busy as a bee all over the place. It was about 45 minutes later while I was almost asleep with my head against the back of the rocker when he cleared his throat. I looked up and was blinded by the sun before he moved in front of me and blocked it while my eyes focused.

“All done?” I asked looking up at him.

“Almost, but I wanted to show you a few things if you have a minute?” CJ asked.

“Of course,” I said standing up a little to close to him.

We were both quiet as we looked at each other. I noticed he was a little sweaty and had rolled up his sleeves and unbuttoned a few more buttons on his shirt.

“Lead the way,” I said breaking the silence.

I followed CJ into the kitchen where he told me where everything was and pointed out a few things. After that, we walked down the hall to the primary where he turned to me when we got to the bed.

“There are a few sets of extra sheets for the king in the bathroom closet,” he said gesturing toward the bathroom behind him. “The rest of the beds each have one extra set of sheets in the upstairs linen closet. If your guys trips are anything like mine, you’ll probably need them at some point.”

My mind quickly tried to read between the lines of his comment as I followed him to the bathroom. Maybe because I was already naked he just assumed we’d have strippers or something? My mind was racing.

“I’ve unlocked the owners closet in here,” CJ said opening the small door to reveal sunscreens, aloe and a few baskets of stuff. “I’ve got some extra suits in this one,” he said pulling the basket from the shelf and letting me look in.

It was filled with speedos to the top, and we locked eyes as soon as I realized what was in there.

“You telling me to put on clothes?” I laughed to break the awkwardness.

“Not at all, buddy,” he smiled as he looked at my naked body again. “Personally, I prefer to be naked, but I also just feel good in a speedo sometimes, ya know?”

I nodded at him as he grabbed the next basket and presented it in front of me while I looked in.

“In here you’ve got condoms, lube and some … poppers,” he said just as I spotted the tiny bottles. “I don’t know about you, but I love these things.”

I was shocked and turned on at the same time. I knew poppers are primarily used by bottoms, and as a mostly top guy, I hadn’t ever used them.

“I’ve actually never tried them,” I replied.

“Really?” He asked in his slight accent. “You wanna try?”

“Right now?” I asked as he put the basket down and grabbed one of the bottles.

“Yes,” he said as he unscrewed the top and took a whiff. “Fuck, that’s good,” he said after after a few seconds.

He held the bottle to my nose as I mimicked what he’d just down and inhaled. An odd sensation washed over me as his eyes watched my reaction intently.

“Damn,” was all I said after.

He took another whiff and stood with his eyes closed for a second.

“It’s already working,” he said as he grabbed his crotch through his jeans. “I better stop or I’ll be begging for this cock,” he said locking eyes with me as he reached out and curled his hand around my growing shaft.

I was shocked and frozen as he held my growing cock. I couldn’t believe this was happening. I felt like I was in a porn.

“You want want this?” I shocked myself as I heard myself say it.

“Fuck yeah, I do,” he said as a smirk spread across his lips and he inches closer before kissing me.

His tongue moved into my mouth and I felt his stubble on my face as we made out while he stroked my penis. He was a great kisser and was obviously no stranger to sex with men. I was super hard in his hand as I reached for his jeans and unbuttoned and unzipped him. He helped me by pulling his jeans to his thighs after breaking our kiss. He kicked off his cowboy boots and took his jeans completely off as I looked as his enormous boner barely hidden by the thin fabric of his white briefs.

“Take these off for me?” He asked with his thumbs in the waistband of his Hanes tighty whities.

I slid my hands down the sides as he removed his thumbs and I moved down his body with the underwear. I pulled them off each leg and held them to my nose as he looked down at me and his thick cock pointed straight at my face. From the size of his cock, this guy should be a top, but he’s made it clear he wanted to ride some dick. I inhaled his briefs again and threw them on the ground next to me before I grabbed his meaty tool and stuck it into my thirsty mouth. This is not what I was expecting before the guys showed up.

“God, you are the best cock sucker,” he said as he held my head and gently fucked my mouth with his rod while his heavy balls slapped under my chin.

CJ smelled amazing. Not like cologne or deodorant but just his raw smell. It was invigorating and intoxicating as I clamored for more.

I sucked him for a few before grabbing his balls and sucking on them as I stroked his shaft. He was moaning as my tongue darted around under his sac and moved over his taint.

“Fuck, yeah,” he whined. “Fucking lick my ass, soldier,” he said as he turned and got up on the tall bed and bent down as he exposed his tight pink hole.

I was immediately immersed in his butt as I licked, slobbered, kissed and sniffed his perfect military hole. CJ whined as he brought his arm behind him and pulled my head against him.

“Fuck, you’re even good at eating ass,” he said to himself as if he was in heaven. “Haven’t had a good rim job in I don’t know how long.”

I must’ve been deep in that ass for some time because I felt my mouth start to ache from all of the inaction it saw at home. I gave his pucker another lick before standing and stroking my cock as I looked down at him.

“Grab the lube from the bathroom and breed my hungry ass,” CJ moaned as he slapped his own ass.

I quickly got the lube and returned to the homeowner to find him fingering his wet hole with my leftover saliva still in there.

“You already feel good inside me,” CJ said as I handed him the opened bottle of poppers as he smiled. “Damn, you’re good,” he said before inhaling deeply.

I lubed my big dick and then rubbed some over his already moist hole. I was in a porn living my best life without any thought about my family or the outside world. As far as my cock was concerned, CJ was the only thing in the world.

“Fuck me hard, Will,” he begged. “Pound my hole and fill it with your cum, baby.”

I gave my cock another stroke, slapped it against his hole and pushed in as CJ sounded like the air was knocked out of him.

“Breathe,” I said as I held his waist.

“Fucking good,” CJ cried out as my cock filled his tight pussy. “Oh, god, I need this cock so bad.”

I began to ram his ass hard as he inhaled more of the poppers. His ass was responding to the drug and he was begging for more.

“Give me that big dick,” he moaned. “Rail me, baby.”

“You feel so fucking good, dude,” I said as I heard the sound of my balls slapping against him. “I’m going to load this hole full of so much fucking splooge.”

“Give me all of that fucking load,” CJ replied.

“As much as I want to keep fucking you, I’ve got to shoot, man,” I whined as I held his waist for dear life.

“I’m stroking my dick, baby,” CJ whined as I got close to burying my built-up load deep in this sexy man I’d just met.

“I’m going to shoot,” CJ squealed as he unleashed a torrent of his warm jizz all over his own sheets of the bed I’d just slept in the night before.

I immediately filled him with my seed as I imagined it floating all over his body with the amount I was pumping into his hot ass. We both moaned and whined as we made sure to get every last bit out of our much-needed and overdue orgasms.

Finally, we were quiet, sweaty and covered in our juices as we thought about what we’d just done. I was ready for him to push off me and run out the door at the realization of his infidelity. Instead, he propped himself up and leaned back into me and began kissing me with my cock still in him.

Loud applause and celebratory noises came from outside the bedroom as we stopped kissing and looked at each other as we made sense of it. The guys were here. Fuck, how long had we been going at it?

I quickly pulled out of his ass and jumped up and walked out of the bedroom and down the hall where the guys were out in the living room. They were all naked and jacking their cocks as they sat together on the couch and chairs.

“Who the fuck did you just annihilate?” One of the LA guys, Greg, asked as he continued to beat off.

“Hi,” I’m CJ,” I heard him say from behind me.

I moved to the side to see the homeowner standing naked with a wave to my friends. He was smiling sheepishly as he came up and put a hand on my back.

“I own the house and just stopped by to get some things ready,” CJ said blushing.

“I hope you’re planning to hang out with us this week,” Greg said still stroking.

CJ looked around at the guys and then turned to me.

“I’d like to if that’s cool with you,” he asked.

“Fuck, yeah,” I smiled. “But what about your family?”

CJ was quiet before answering, “I kind of stalked you online before you came and thought you were hot as fuck, so I sent my wife and kids to Disney World and told them I was going to work on the house.”

The guys started cheering again before my friend Chad spoke up.

“I don’t mind three to our bed as long as I’m included,” Chad said tugging at his cock.

“I’d love to take as much cock as possible this week,” CJ said quietly before the guys erupted in cheers again.

CJ began walking around and shaking hand and cocks as he met my friends. Chad came up to me and gave me a look that said I was a dirty boy.

“He’s fucking hot,” Chad said, “but I better get to eat that big fucking ass whenever I want.”

“Of course, buddy,” I smiled. “Maybe I’ll even bottom for you once or twice.”

“Brad, open up,” my neighbor Frank called as he knocked loudly again.

I stuck my head around the corner and looked down the hallway to the side door off the driveway where Frank was looking in.

“I’m not wearing clothes,” I said loudly to Frank.

“Who cares,” Frank said back. “Open up.”

Frank watched through the door as I walked toward him practically naked. His eyes never left my body until I opened the door.

“Hey,” I said walking back toward the kitchen as I felt his eyes on my bare ass with just the small string of fabric riding up my crack.

“Does your ex-wife know you kept her panties?” Frank asked with a chuckle.

“No, I borrowed them from your wife last night,” I shot back.

“Please, her fat ass hasn’t fit into anything like that since we were married,” Frank said still looking over my body.

“So, what’s up?” I asked looking at the 12-pack of beer in his hand.

“I guess you forgot you invited me over for beers?” He asked with a smirk.

“Oh, fuck, Frank,” I said. “I completely forgot. Let me go put on some shorts.”

“What? No,” Frank protested. “I don’t care, it’s just us.”

I laughed, “yeah, I want to be naked so you can stare at my fat ass.”

“Awww, are you shy?” Frank made fun of me.

He put the beer on the counter and pulled his shirt off over his head. He smiled at me before unbuttoning his khaki shorts and letting them drop to the floor.

“How’s this?” He asked. “Now I’m just in a jock.”

I looked at his muscular, hairy body. I knew Frank worked out, but some guys just look different until you see them shirtless.

“Damn, Frank,” I gushed as I felt myself turn red. “You look great, man.”

Frank smiled at me and opened the beers and handed me one.

“Thanks, buddy,” he said. “You’re looking pretty good yourself.”

We stood for a second just looking at each other in silence.

“Come have a seat,” I said gesturing toward the giant sectional in my living room.

“Well first I want to see your new home gym,” Frank said. “That’s the whole reason you invited me over for beers.”

I shook my head as my brain seemed hazy and confused.

“Sorry, I don’t know what’s wrong with me today,” I apologized.

Frank put his large hand on my bare shoulder and rubbed his thumb back and forth over my skin.

“That’s OK, man,” he laughed. “I get it … you’re just super into my body.”

I laughed out loud at that and slapped his flat stomach with the back of my hand.

“You’re such a jerk,” I smiled. “Let’s go on back.”

I walked down the hall to my new home gym as Frank followed. It was one of five bedrooms that I needed to find something to do with, so I figured a gym would be a good use of the space. Don’t get me wrong, I still kept a gym membership for those times I feel like … being social, you know?

“Holy shit, man,” Frank said before taking a swig of his beer. “This is amazing.”

Frank walked around touching all the equipment before looking at the 65” flat screen on the mirrored wall. He turned to notice a closed door.

“Is that a bathroom?” He asked walking toward the door.

“Check it out,” I said as his hand turned the handle.

“Holy shit!” Frank exclaimed as he looked around the remodeled bathroom.

I’d taken out a full other bedroom to create a large bathroom with a sauna, large gang shower and a surprise feature I waited for him to notice.

“Is that a sex sling?” Frank turned to ask with big eyes.

I nodded yes as he walked around it and ran his hand over the chains. I could see his brain working as he stopped and looked around.

“Cameras?” He asked looking at them.

“Sometimes I want to have something to remember them by,” I said.

“Them?” Frank asked. “Are you telling me you have that many people in here?”

Frank was clearly intrigued and trying to get more information out of me. I smiled and stood silent for a second before answering.

“Yeah, a lot of people,” I said quietly looking into his eyes. “I liked to get fucked.”

Frank took another big swig from his beer as his brain slowly registered it all. He was clearly into me and was curious about this whole gay sex thing, but I could tell he wasn’t sure what to do or say next.

“Want to see me in it?” I asked putting down my beer and getting into the sling without a response from Frank.

I put my feet into the stirrups and looked up at my neighbor as he looked over my body. He put his beer down and walked to the sling and wrapped a hand around one of the chains.

“Your ass,” is all he said as he stared at it.

“You want to feel it?” I asked taking control as Frank seemed in a haze.

He didn’t answer and reached his free hand to touch my butt cheek softly and carefully. His hand moved slowly over my ass and then a finger ran over the thin material covering my hole.

“Oh, fuck,” I whispered as he looked into my eyes.

“You like that?” Frank asked in a shy voice I wasn’t used to.”

“It feels so good, buddy,” I said encouraging him.

He now had both hands feeling my ass and thighs before his hand covered my growing cock under the thin material.

“Feel my cock, Man,” I whined as he manhandled me with increasing lust.

His hands pulled down my thong and pulled it off my legs. I put my feet back in the sling before he pulled me further toward him with my ass just at the end of the sling. Frank bent down and spread my butt cheeks before I felt his tongue lapping at my hole. His nose was deep in my crack as he licked and kissed my pucker. We both moaned as he made love to my ass with his hungry mouth.

“Eat my hole, baby,” I begged.

I was so horny as I felt his tongue work inside me. I wanted more as the minutes grew. I needed his cock. I reached for his head and ran my fingers threw his hair. I pulled on his hair causing him to look up and pull his face out of my cunt. Spit dripped from his lips as he waited for me to speak.

“Fuck me,” I commanded. “Fuck me with that big dick, baby. Fill me up.”

Frank stood and pulled his cock out of his jock pouch. His thick, throbbing rod was leaking so much pre cum. He slapped it against my ass before sliding it against my needy bussy. It felt so good to have my stud neighbor I’ve been so horny for with the tip of his cock against my hole. I wanted it now.

“Fuck me!” I said loudly pleading for his dick.

Frank pushed in and quickly slid all the way in. My hole, slutty and used, is remarkably tight. Frank moaned as he fucked in and out of my snatch.

“Shit, your hole feels so fucking good, babe,” he said leaning down and pulling my head toward him as he made out with me.

It felt amazing to have his tongue in my mouth and his cock in my hole. He kept kissing me as he drilled me hard. My eyes were rolling back in my head with each powerful thrust. I could feel every vein in his cock as it pleasured me. He hit my prostate sending me into outer space as I moaned and spoke gibberish.

“Fuck, your … hole feels … so good,” Frank said in the rhythm of his cock fucking me. “I’m getting close.”

All I knew was that I was happy and feeling good. I could feel liquid all over me. I thought it was his sweat (and some of it was) but I didn’t realize I’d shot my load twice all over myself and was still in the pleasure zone as he came close to nutting.

“I’m going to shoot inside you,” Frank warned. “Going to knock you up, bitch. Fuck. Going to shoot so deep inside …”

Frank loaded my ass with his warm sperm just as I felt more jizz coming from my cock. I was absolutely spent and happy. Frank kept slowly fucking my hole before he finally stopped and leaned back down and kissed me. I clumsily made out with my hot neighbor before he pulled his cock out of me. I felt empty and wanted him back inside my ravaged ass.

“Let’s get in that shower, stud,” Frank said giving me his hand and helping to pull me out of the sling.

He pulled me into a tight hug and kissed me again.

“Smells like man fucking in here,” he smiled at me and kissed me again.

I looked around the locker room before smiling back. I haven’t seen Mitch since senior year of high school, and he looks just as hot as he did back then. I couldn’t help but think about how good he looks standing in front of me now in just a pair of black boxer briefs. Both back for Thanksgiving break, we’d just run into each other at the gym today.

“Yeah, man,” I replied smiling at him. “What are you thinking about getting into?”

Mitch looked down at the floor shyly even though I know the guy is an alpha.

“I don’t know, Joel,” he said still smiling sweetly. “Maybe you and I could drink some beers in my basement? My parents have some thing they’re going to.”

“That sounds good,” I replied. “What kind of beer do you want me to bring?”

“Nah, man,” he said putting his hand on my shoulder. “My Dad has a ton of everything. Just come chill with me. You can spend the night.”

I smiled at Mitch as he smiled back. We were both being uncharacteristically awkward and shy.

“OK, I’ll call you when I’m done with my family stuff and headed that way,” I said.

We shook hands as a sexual current ran between us. I headed to my truck and thought about tonight. I was going to be alone hanging out with Mitch Matheson. While we ran in the same circles in high school, Mitch played football and I played baseball, so we mainly hung out with our teammates most of the time.

My parents weren’t too happy I had plans tonight — especially when I said I planned to stay over.

“Who are you hanging out with?” My overprotective mom asked.

“Mitch,” I said.

“Mitch Matheson?” She asked with a smile. “His mother and I always wanted the two of you to be friends.”

“We are, Mom,” I laughed. “We were just on different teams in high school.”

“I know, but we always thought the two of you were both so cute and such nice boys,” she said as she seemed to be lost in her memories.

“Well, if you let me, I’ll be hanging out and sleeping over at his house,” I said smiling. “But his parents won’t be home until later,” I added as if being responsible.

“Of course, honey,” Mom said. “I’m not worried if you’re hanging out with Mitch.”

“Mitch Matheson?” Dad asked walking into the kitchen.

“Yes!” Mom almost squealed. “OK, I’m going to watch my show in our room. Joel, honey, have fun and tell Mitch hello.”

Mom left the kitchen as Dad grabbed a beer out of the refrigerator. He opened it and looked at me without saying anything.

“What?” I asked.

“Son, I’m glad you’re hanging out with Mitch tonight,” Dad said as I waited for the but. “But just make sure you’re careful, OK?”

“Dad, it’s just the two of us,” I laughed. “We’re not having a rager.”

Dad seemed to think for a minute again as he took another sip of his beer.

“No, I’m not worried about that, but …” Dad came in closer and whispered, “I know you confided in me about messing around with some guys at school, and I just want to make sure you’re being safe … you know … with protection.”

I was really touched by my Dad’s concern considering we’d barely talked about it since I told him I’d been experimenting with guys.

“Thanks, Dad, I will,” I said patting his shoulder.

“Joel,” Dad stopped me as I was about to leave. “Have fun,” he winked. “Joel’s a good looking kid.”

I laughed as I got in my truck and headed out of my neighborhood. I texted Mitch that I was on my way. My phone rang a few seconds later.

“Hey, Mitch,” I said.

“Hey, buddy,” he said cheerfully. “Do me a favor and just come on in when you get here. You remember where my room is from high school?”

“Yeah, OK,” I said.

“Cool, I’m jumping in the shower. See you in a few,” Mitch said before ending the call.

I got to his large house on one of the holes at the nicest country club in town. I parked back by his three-car garage and walked to the front door. I opened it and immediately headed up to his room. The house seemed to have been redecorated, but I remembered my way around. I got to his room and walked in. I could hear the shower going as I looked around his room. His walls were filled with sports and fraternity pictures.

“Mitch, I’m here,” I called out.

The water in the shower turned off and I heard him open the shower door and figured he was grabbing his towel.

“Cool,” was all Mitch said.

I kept looking around before I heard him walking across the bathroom floor and then it sounded like he stopped. I turned to see him standing there still a little wet as he smiled at me wrapped only in his white towel.

“Hey, man,” I said as my eyes wandered over his muscular body.

“Hey, Joel,” he answered smiling.

Mitch walked to a small refrigerator with a glass door and pulled out two beers. He handed one to me and we both cracked them open before clinking beers.

“Cheers,” we both said before taking a big swig.

We stood looking at each other for a sec before Mitch spoke.

“Why don’t we go down to the basement and hang out at my Dad’s bar,” he said.

“Sounds good,” I agreed as I followed him down.

Mitch never put on any clothes, so I wondered if he was going to stay in a towel all night. I figured I’d have to hide my hard cock all night if he did. His big ass was mesmerizing as he walked.

“Dad just redid it down here,” Mitch said proudly as I looked around in amazement.

The basement was the nicest I’d ever seen. It was clearly built for drinking and fun, but it was obvious that a LOT of money had been spent on it.

“This is fucking rad,” I said as I ran my hand over the marble counter at the bar and looked at all of the liquor bottles backlit on the shelves.

“You have no idea,” Mitch said. “This isn’t even the cool part.”

I followed him as he showed me his Dad’s home gym (they both still enjoyed going to the gym I belonged to), a movie theater and finally a sauna. We walked into the sauna and Mitch dropped his towel and looked at me. My eyes were probably huge as I looked at his body and his thick cut cock. I finally made eye contact.

“You want to take a sauna with me?” Mitch asked as he held his beer in one hand and ran his other hand over his pecs.

“You just took a shower,” I said stating the obvious.

A smile spread across his face as Mitch seemed to think of what to say next.

“I was just cleaning my hole, man,” he admitted. “I want you to fuck me.”

I took a huge chug of my beer and looked at Mitch. He was so fucking hot as his cock grew in front of me.

“I know you’re into dudes, Joel,” he said. “I have friends at your school. I’m sure you know you’re hot, man.”

“I uh, umm, I have done a few things …” my voice trailed off as I wondered how much was getting out about my frat fucking.

Mitch walked to the bench in front of us and put his right leg up on it as I watched his ass. He turned and looked at me as he bent forward and put down his beer. He grabbed both butt cheeks and pulled them apart showing me his perfect pink hole. I walked to him and ran my right hand down his bare back and ran my hand over his right hand on his butt. I moved his hand and slapped his ass hard.

“Fuck, dude,” Mitch moaned.

I got on my knees behind this jock stud and grabbed both cheeks before sticking my face in his crack and running my tongue over his delicious hole. He moaned loudly as I began eating his jock ass.

Even though the sauna wasn’t on, it was getting hot in there as I tongued his slot. I took off my shirt in between tongue lashings and somehow pulled my athletic shorts to my thighs as I stroked my commando cock and ate his jock pussy.

“Fuck, Joel, eat my ass, bro,” Mitch whined. “God, you feel so good in my hole.”

“You want to eat mine?” I asked while still trying to feed on his butt.

“Fuck, yes,” Mitch said putting his leg down and pulling me up the the bench in one powerful move.

I was naked and had his tongue in my asshole in just a few seconds. The dude knows how to munch on a hole, I’ll tell you that.

“Get in my hole, baby,” I begged. “Get that tongue inside me.”

Mitch was making me see stars with his porn star rimming skills in his parent’s own basement. I pushed his head into my butt as much as humanly possible.

“Yeah, lick that hole, bitch,” I begged.

Finally tired from working his tongue inside me for so long, Mitch stood behind me and slapped his big cock against my ass cheek.

“You ready to ride my pole, sexy?” He asked.

“Only if I can fuck you,” I replied.

“Fuck, yeah,” he responded like it was an obvious thing. “It’s ready for you.”

He put his rigid cock against my hole, and I felt his cock head ready to push in.

“Any lube?” I asked worried it would hurt.

“Don’t worry, baby,” he said. “I got you nice and sloppy with my spit.”

With that, Mitch pushed slowly inside of me as I held onto the wall to keep me in place. Mitch put his hands on my waist as he began increasing the speed of his fucking.

“Good fucking god,” I practically yelled as his huge cock filled my tight hole.

I’m a bit of a cock slut, but Mitch was so much thicker than most of the guys I’d been with — and about the longest except for maybe my frat brother Chase.

“Your hole feels so fucking good, bro,” Mitch whined. “I’ve wanted to be in this butt since high school.”

“Fuck me, Mitch,” I begged. “Fuck me harder, baby.”

I heard a sort of chuckle come from Mitch as he delivered what I was begging for. The dude was absolutely pounding my pussy hard as we both dripped sweat. He tried to kiss my neck before realizing he was fucking me too hard for that.

“Take that dick, Joel,” Mitch boomed behind me. “Take that fucking dick, stud. Feel me inside you, baby, fucking that hot ass.”

I was feeling good as Mitch railed me. I knew I’d be sore as hell tomorrow — or for days, but I didn’t give a fuck. All I wanted in the world was to be Mitch Matheson’s bitch.

“Cum in me, baby,” I begged. “I’m going to shoot all over your Dad’s sauna.”

“Do it, baby,” Mitch said. “He gets fucked in here all the time.”

That bit of news sent me over the edge as I sprayed everything in front of and below me. I had never cum so much in my life as Mitch kept dicking me hard.

“Take my load, babe,” Mitch said as he fucked me super hard a few times and then shot deep into my guts with an enormous, nasty explosion of warm cum. “Breeding that butt,” he said as he loaded me up.

We finally came back from our tremendous orgasms and began kissing after he pulled me to my feet. We fucked all over the basement for the rest of the night. I’ve always looked forward to getting back to school, but I didn’t want this break to end.

Later as Mitch held me and we cuddled, I asked him about what he’d said about his Dad getting fucked in the sauna.

“Yeah, his group of friends are all a bunch poke smokers,” he said as if he hadn’t just had sex with me in every way possible. “They’re always fucking down here when my Mom is one of her trips or out for the night.”

“Really?” I asked. “Dude, your Dad is hot.”

“Fuck you, he laughed. “That’s fucking nasty, but I would totally drill your Dad.”

“Sounds good, man,” I responded. “I need to shoot so bad.”

“I bet,” William said as he looked at my bulge and then into my eyes.

About to head to college in a few months, William and I were headed to different schools across the state from each other to play baseball. I wasn’t looking forward to saying goodbye, but I was horny for a new team and frat bros.

“Morris,” Coach yelled from the bottom step of the bus as William and I got to the hotel door.

“Fuck, let me see what he wants,” I said to William.

“Meet me in my room,” he said walking inside.

I walked to coach and waited as the rest of the team got off the bus. Guys were smirking at me as the passed knowing coach always gave me special attention. I didn’t care — I know they wish coach gave them as much time as he gave me. I stood there after everyone was inside and Coach was reading something on his phone.

“Thanks,” he waved to the bus driver as he started walking to the hotel entrance.

“Morris,” coach said as I followed close behind. “You played a hell of a game just now.”

“Thanks, Coach,” I smiled still following behind him as he talked.

“Come to my room with me so we can go over a few things,” Coach said.

We got on an elevator and stood silent as he continued to text on his phone. The elevator smelled like the locker room after all the guys had taken it before us. The door opened, and I followed Coach down to the end of the hall to his room. He always stayed on a different floor than the rest of us.

“Come on in,” he said holding the door until I stopped it with my hand and followed him in.

Coach threw his bag on the king sized bed as I passed him and sat in a chair next to it. I watched as coach pulled off his sweaty shirt. He was quiet as I just watched him undress. He kicked off his shoes and pulled down his baseball pants. He bent forward and held on to the dresser as he pulled the pants over each foot. He kept his dark ankle socks on as he stood in just his jock as he again looked at his phone sitting on the dresser.

“Mind if I take off my cup, Coach?” I asked.

“Go for it,” he responded without looking up.

I stood and reached into my pants and removed my cup from the front of my jock and unzipped my bag and threw it in.

“Go ahead and get comfortable, Morris,” Coach said.

“I didn’t bring anything else,” I said.

“So?” Coach replied. “You suddenly shy?”

I’d been naked in front of coach a thousand times, but there was something so different and intimate about being in his hotel room. I kicked off my shoes and took off my pants and shirt and threw them on his bed before sitting my bare assed back down in the chair in only my jock. The air felt good on my hole.

“OK,” coach said turning around. “I want to know what’s up between you and William.”

I felt myself get hot and my face flush as I looked at Coach.

“What do you mean?” I asked sheepishly.

“Coach Scarborough said he saw you coming out of William’s room early this morning in just a pair of shorts,” coach informed me. “Why were you leaving his room so early when you have your own?”

“Oh, I just kind of fell asleep in there last night when we were hanging out,” I said.

“I see,” coach said crossing his big arms. “So the two of you weren’t fagging around together or anything, right?”

“No, sir,” I replied unconvincingly.

“Not sure that I believe you, Morris,” coach said. “I’ve heard a few guys talk about you and William in the locker room and at practice. They seem to think the two of you are gay for each other.”

My mind was blank as I wondered why the coach gave a shit if William was fucking me. It was even more strange that we were having this conversation in his hotel room in nothing but our jocks.

“Are you going to kick us off the team or something?” I asked. “We only have a few more games.”

“Sounds like you’re admitting that you and William are fucking around,” he said.

I was getting angry now at the coach’s interrogation. Fuck that guy. I can take cock if I want to. Hell, I’ve even taken my math teacher’s dick before — maybe coach wants to ask him about my tight hole and if he bred my big jock ass.

“Yeah, OK, it’s true,” I said in an angry tone. “William fucks my hole. He gave me two big loads last night and one early this morning. I rode his thick cock for hours.”

I don’t know where I got the courage, but I pulled my hard cock from my jock pouch and started stroking right there in front of Coach as I locked eyes with them.

“I guess since you’re not a fag you won’t mind that I’m stroking my dick right in front of you,” I said.

Coach seemed just as shocked as I was at my words and actions. I watched as his eyes went from surprised and big to small and devious. He walked toward me and stopped just before his shins touched mine. I could feel the heat off his body as I looked at his hard cock under his jock pouch. He ran his hand over his cock and locked eyes with me as he licked his lips.

“This stays between us,” Coach said as he grabbed my hand and placed it on his dick.

I nodded yes as I leaned forward and stroked his beautiful, long, thick rod. Coach moaned lightly as I showed him just how good I was around a hard penis.

“You like my body?” Coach asked quietly as if someone might hear.

“What?” I asked having heard him.

“Do you like my body?” He asked only slightly louder.

“I can’t hear you,” I said as I stroked his shaft and cupped his shaved balls.

“Do you like my fucking body?” Coach barked at me loudly.

“Fuck yeah, Coach,” I said looking up at him. “I’ve wanted your big, muscular body for a long time.”

“Suck my cock,” Coach said assertively with a smirk.

I pulled down his jockstrap over his thighs and swallowed his big mushroom head as I slid my tongue down his shaft while I swallowed.

“Holy shit,” coach moaned. “You’re good at this.”

“Wait until I sit on this big cock,” I said stuffing his dick back into my mouth.

Coach was as horny as me, and I had to pull of his dick a few times so he wouldn’t cum. I decided I needed to ride a load out of him before he accidentally shot anywhere besides my butt. I pulled his cock out of my mouth and looked up at Coach again.

“Can you fuck me, coach?” I pleaded.

“Yeah, Morris, get your big as up on my bed,” coach instructed. “I’m going to pound that ass hard until I shoot my swimmers deep inside you.”

My hard cock swayed as I walked to the bed and jumped up. I pushed my cock back inside the pouch of my jock and pushed my hole up toward Coach. He grabbed some lube from his bag next to me before throwing it on the floor. The lube squirted from the bottle as he coated his shaft and then my hungry hole. I moaned as he spread the lube around it and then stuck a finger inside. I waited as Coach ran his cock head against my opening and then slowly pushed in. His cock slid deep inside of my as I quietly exhaled and let him all the way in.

“Fuck, you know how to take a fucking cock, boy,” coach said as he started fucking me.

“That’s it, Coach,” I encouraged him. “Give me that big fucking coach dick.

He fucked me hard from behind for a while as his balls slapped against me. Neither one of us made much noise as we listened to the rhythm of his balls. I wanted to sit on his cock — my favorite thing to do, so I turned and told him I wanted to sit on it. I could tell a minute longer and he would’ve flooded my insides.

I pulled off his dripping cock and stood on the bed while he got on his back. The sheets were soaked with sweat, precum and lube. He looked so good laying there looking up at me while he slid his dick back in. I started fucking myself with his sword as he struggled to keep his eyes from rolling back in his head. The room smelled like sex as I leaned down and surprised him with a wet, sloppy kiss. Coach moaned in approval.

“Coach,” we heard at the door followed by a couple of hard knocks.

“It’s Coach Scarborough,” I whispered to coach as I continued up and down on his dick.

“Fuck him, I need to nut,” Coach said drilling me hard and taking back control.

A moan escaped my mouth as I held on for dear life. Coach didn’t seem to care so neither did I.

“Fuck yeah, I’m going to shoot,” he yelled loudly as I moaned some more in anticipation.

It must have been another minute before Coach blew deep inside me while I shot my load all over his pecs and abs. I knew we were loud and that Coach Scarborough could hear us. He didn’t knock again, but I knew he was still outside the door.

We both came down from our high and Coach lightly tapped my waist telling me to get up. I slid up off his cock and laid next to him just as he got up. I watched as he walked naked and drenched in sweat and jizz to the door. He opened it.

“What’s up?” He asked.

“Coach, I uh … who you got in there?” Scarborough asked.

“Morris,” coach said before it got quiet and Scarborough popped his head around the corner and smiled at the sight of me naked on coach’s bed.

“Mind if I get sloppy seconds?” Scarborough asked Coach.

“I don’t mind, but ask Morris if he wants your tiny cock inside him,” Coach laughed.

What the fuck was wrong with me? I had a hot boyfriend. We lived together. We loved each other. And yet I couldn’t stop myself from giving up my ass to countless strangers.

It started a few months ago. I had heard stories about the gas station out on the truck route. It’s a small town. People talk. But random sex had never been my thing. I loved my boyfriend Charlie, and his big dick had kept me satisfied. But when I stopped at that infamous gas station to fill my tank one afternoon, everything went to hell.

A cute guy with a big bulge at the adjacent pump started flirting with me as he gassed up his F-150. He kept adjusting his package, his hard cock straining against the zipper of his Levi’s. Bashfully, I kept looking away until he propositioned me.

“You want some dick?” he offered brazenly, scratching at his scruffy chin.

“Yeah,” I nodded with my eyes on his crotch, powerless to resist. “In your truck?”

“No. In the men’s room,” the cute guy replied, gesturing inside the convenience store.

“But what about the owner?” I asked, my eyes looking through the storefront window at a burly man at the counter, his muscular arms covered in tats.

“Tony?” the cute guy laughed. “He don’t give a shit if guys fuck in the men’s room. Hell, he’s been known to slip back there and drop a load in an eager cunt when he’s horny.”

Two minutes later, my pants around my ankles, I was pushed up against the tiled wall of the men’s room as the cute guy spit on his thick eight-incher. “Fuuuck,” he exhaled, pushing into me. “You’ve got a sweet pussy on you.”

“Yeah—fuck me,” I begged, channeling just about every dirty porn film I’d ever watched. “Fuck me with that big dick.”

“You come here a lot?” the cute guy asked, his hands on my shoulders, his balls slapping my ass with each thrust. “Because I don’t think I’ve seen you before.”

“First time,” I winced, his veiny shaft stretching my hole to the max.

“Damn, boy,” he smacked my ass. “You need to start coming here regularly, because I could make a habit outta breeding this tight cunt.”

And within two minutes, he did just that—bred me like a bitch, his cock erupting in my depths, flooding my guts with his seed. I reveled at the feeling of his warm cum inside me, imagining it mixing with the load my boyfriend had dumped in me before work that morning.

“That was fuckin’ hot,” the cute guy growled, extracting his cock from me, slapping my ass once more. But before he had even stuffed his wet cock back into his tight jeans, a bearded guy with hairy arms entered the men’s room.

“Fuck yeah,” the bearded guy bellowed, unzipping his pants and releasing a cock the size of my arm with a massive helmet head. “I was hoping there’s be a cumdump in here today. I’ve got a big load for you, boy.”

With my face mashed against the tile wall, the bearded guy ravaged my hole for a good ten minutes before pumping me full of his warm seed. Before he finished, a small crowd of guys had gathered in the men’s room, watching eagerly as they jockeyed to be the next to breed me.

I exited the men’s room two hours later with fourteen loads up my ass. Disgusted with myself that night, I vowed I would never go back to that gas station again. Doing so would completely jeopardize my relationship with Charlie. He would never understand.

Yet I was unable to ignore the fact that I was addicted to cock, obsessed with taking more and more random loads. And so I found myself back at the gas station the next day, once again offering up my ass to any guy who walked in the door. Taking cock in that men’s room became a daily habit, a ritual that took precedence in my life. I was a junkie, and cum was my fix.

A week ago, I came home from the gas station with ten loads up my ass—a slow day for me. Charlie hugged me when I walked in the door, pulling me in for a kiss. It was in such moments that guilt consumed me. I was a terrible boyfriend. Charlie deserved better.

“Hey—uh—this is a bit awkward, but I need to ask you something,” Charlie announced as our lips parted.

“Okay—sure,” I agreed hesitantly.

“My buddy Dale from work said he went to take a piss at that gas station out on the truck route yesterday,” Charlie began, “and he saw you taking a line of cock in the men’s room. Is that true?”

“I—I can explain,” I began to stammer.

“Babe,” Charlie interrupted, pulling me in for another hug. “It’s okay. I know how much you love getting fucked. And I think it’s kinda hot that you like to be a cumdump for all those guys.”

“You’re—you’re not gonna break up with me?” I asked in disbelief.

“Of course not,” Charlie replied, his hand traveling down the back of my pants, his finger sliding easily into my used, cummy hole. “How many loads did you take today?”

“Ten loads,” I replied truthfully.

“How about we make it eleven?” Charlie smiled, pulling down my pants and preparing to mount me up against the kitchen counter. “And after I’ve dumped my load in you, we can go back to the gas station and I can watch as a few more guys breed your sloppy hole.”

“Yeah,” he answered with an impish grin. “Kaylee just left for class.”

“You want me to clean you up again?” I offered, inching toward his bed. “Like last time?”

“Nah, dude,” he refused. “That was kinda fucked up. I only let you do it because I was drunk off my ass.”

“Please,” I begged, climbing onto the bed. “You know you liked it. I could tell.”

“Fine,” he sighed in defeat as I pulled down the sheet covering him, exposing his wet cock. “Have at it.”

Instantly, and before he could change his mind, I dove between Nate’s legs and took his spent cock into my mouth, licking and sucking him as I devoured the tasty melange of cum and pussy juice that coated his dick. His cock hardened to its full eight inches in response as I proceeded to suck him off, his hairy balls preparing to expel another load within minutes of the last.

“Can you taste Kaylee’s pussy on me?” he asked as my head bobbed up and down on him.

“Yeah.”

“What’s it taste like?”

“You don’t know?” I teased incredulously. “You’ve never eaten you girlfriend’s cunt?”

“Fuck NO,” he spat. “I’m not gonna put my mouth where I put my dick.”

“Her pussy tastes like pineapple,” I informed him. “Sweet but a little acidic. You should try it next time you fuck her.”

“Nah, I’ll take your word for it,” Nate laughed. “Now fuckin’ clean me up,” he commanded as he pushed my head back down on his cock.

Following orders, I proceeded to suck his big dick like my life depended on it. Nate reveled in my talents, moaning in delight as I skillfully deepthroated him, edging him on and off, bringing him closer and closer to climax.

“FUCK,” he grunted, exploding in my mouth, spurt after spurt of his pearly nectar hitting the back of my throat. I gulped at it ravenously, determined to not waste a single drop.

“Dude. That was, like, the best orgasm I’ve ever had,” Nate exhaled, propping his arms behind his head once more as I licked his shaft clean, sucking one last drop of cum from his slit. “Your mouth is better than pussy.”

“Then maybe you should try my ass,” I taunted, kicking off my shorts and straddling Nate. His big dick was still hard. Gripping it by the base, I swiftly sat on it, taking his eight-incher deep into my eager hole. Grabbing me by the hips, Nate took charge and fucked another load into me as I rode him like a thoroughbred.

Nate broke up with Kaylee a week later. He said they weren’t working out, that they weren’t a good match. But the truth is that Nate had no need for a needy girlfriend when he had my easy hole for dumping his loads.

“He’s in a mood after his lunch meeting was a flop,” she warned me.

“I was afraid of that,” I said with a quick smile. “Have a good weekend.”

“You, too, Jake,” she said as the elevator door closed.

I walked into his office which consisted of a room with the assistant’s desk and some seating and then a door that leads to a hallway with another door to his office. I closed and locked the first and second door before knocking on the one directly to his office. Bruce is a stickler for privacy.

“Come in, Luke,” Bruce called from the other side of the door.

“Hey, sir,” I said closing the door and locking it. “Sorry, I’m running a little late this afternoon.”

Bruce didn’t answer which caught my attention and made me look up to see what he was doing. I was stunned to see him completely nude with his left leg lifted up resting on something as he looked out a window. The sun was shining in on his buzzed head and big muscles. I felt my cock move in my slacks as I caught myself staring at his ass a little too long.

“Everything OK, sir?” I asked to no response. “Bruce?” I called out as I walked toward him.

“I had a terrible lunch meeting, Jake,” Bruce said still looking blankly out the window. “The guy was about your age and told me that perhaps I didn’t understand the way the industry worked now. The fucker was saying I’m old, Jake.”

I took a few more steps toward Bruce and stopped about a foot away. I could smell his scent which was noticeably different than his usual Old Spice smell. He smelled more like a man — it hit my nose and immediately triggered my cock to move in my slacks again.

“Bruce, why are you worried what some arrogant asshole says?” I asked. “You’ve never given a shit what anyone says. What’s going on?”

He turned his head just enough to see my face before turning back to the window. He looked back out and seemed to think for a minute.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” he said. “Maybe I am getting too old. I don’t seem to keep up with everything like I use to. Hell, my wife hasn’t had sex with me in years and lives in another part of the house, my sons both live across the country and all I do is work and workout.”

“Sir, you’re not old,” I said with a tone suggesting it was a ridiculous idea. “You’re the CEO of a Fortune 500 company, you have two successful sons, and you haven’t necessarily cared much about what your wife is doing since I’ve known you.”

Bruce put his leg down and turned toward me. His naked body was backlit from the sun coming through the window as he looked at me. My eyes looked from his handsome face down to his built, hairy chest, down to his thick cock and down his muscular thighs. How had I never really noticed just how hot my boss is? We sat silent for a few seconds but it seemed like forever as he let me look over his body.

“Do you find me attractive?” He finally asked.

I felt myself turn red as I tried to think of how to answer. We’d never discussed the fact that I was gay, but Bruce found out years ago when one of his sons told him we’d played on the same gay softball league together.

“I do,” I said. “You’re a handsome man and you’re in better shape than most guys my age.”

“You’re in great shape, Jake,” Bruce replied.

“Thank you, sir,” I smiled and blushed.

“If you saw me in the locker room what would you think?” He asked.

“Sir, I don’t …” I said before Bruce cut me off.

“What would you think?” He asked again.

I looked at the floor as I thought and then back up at Bruce. My brain wouldn’t work.

“I’d think you’re hot,” I blurted out.

Bruce closed the small space between us and was close enough that I could feel his body heat.

“What about me do you think is hot?” He asked.

I felt sweat drip down my my hair and forehead as I again froze.

“You’re good looking,” I said. “You are in great shape. You have an amazing ass. Your penis looks pretty big. You smell so fucking good,” I blurted out.

Bruce smiled and kept eye contact.

“I want to see your body,” he said as he reached out and began unbuttoning my shirt.

He looked at my moderately hair chest as each button gave him a better view before peeling my shirt down my arms and off my body. He put his hand on my big pecs and down my abs.

“You remind me of Jeremy,” he said as his hand felt my body.

Jeremy was his straight son who was married with two boys of his own.

“You like his body?” I asked.

“I always have,” he said as he moved down to my slacks and undid my belt and then pulled down my zipper. “You wear the same type of underwear as Andrew.”

Andrew is his gay son I played softball with. He lives in California and we still keep up on Instagram.

Bruce’s hand moved over my growing pouch and he looked up at me and smiled. His eyes went back to my bulge and he pulled my slacks over my big butt and thighs and let them sit on my shoes.

“You’re getting hard,” Bruce said running a hand over my bulge again. “Am I doing that to you?”

“Yes, sir,” I said quietly causing him to smile.

Bruce pulled on the waistband of my Andrew Christian briefs and pulled them down just above my knees. He stopped and looked at my thick, cut cock as it enjoyed its freedom from my pants.

He looked at me and smiled again before getting on his knees and putting one hand on my hard shaft and the other around my shaved balls. I watched in slow motion as he moved his head forward and swallowed the tip of my dick. It felt warm and amazing as his tongue swirled around the head and then my cock went down his throat. He has done this before.

I pulled the back of his head toward me involuntarily as I tried to get more of my cock inside his mouth. He took it all the way down to my balls. I pulled his head toward me again and mashed his nose into my trimmed pubes. I finally let go and he slowly pulled my cock out of his hungry mouth.

“You taste amazing, kid,” he smiled. “But right now I really need you to eat my ass.”

Bruce walked to his desk and bent over it so his chest was pressed all the way against the top. I walked to him with my shoes and pants at my ankles. I quickly took everything off and looked at his beautiful big ass and hairy legs from behind. He was so sexy.

“Sir, have you, um … have you had someone do this to your before?” I asked.

“Yeah, and I fucking love it,” he said as he spread his cheeks with his own hands. “I want you to really get into it like they do.”

I didn’t ask who he was talking about. I just instinctively knew he was talking about his sons. My cock was drooling at the realization. I knelt down behind my boss as my cock swung in front of me. He smelled so fucking good as I stuck my tongue in his surprisingly hairless hole. I was hooked immediately as my tongue, mouth and nose were deep in his ass. His warm pink pucker was perfect and delicious.

“Lick that butt, Jake,” he whined. “God, your tongue feels so good inside me. Fuck, I’m so fucking hard.”

I reached up and pulled his hard cock back toward me and stroked it as precum dripped. I let my mouth leave my boss’s hole for a quick second while I licked the leaking juice from his piss slit. It tasted good and left a slightly salty aftertaste.

“Get in there, boy,” Bruce begged for me to go back to rimming him. “Fuck, I haven’t felt like this in a while.”

As much as I loved eating Bruce’s butt, I desperately needed my cock in his ass. I could feel he needed my cock as well. I stood as my spit and his ass juice dripped down my chin and quickly ran my hard dick along his crack. He moaned and stood as he held the sides of the desk. He knew what was coming next and pushed back into my leaking boner. He grinded against my dick before he reached back and grabbed the shaft. My head was now against his hole as he pushed back more and actually got the tip of my penis inside him.

“Oh my fucking god,” he moaned loudly. “Oh fuck. FUCK. YES! Deeper!”

I was now fully inside him and fucking him hard. He could take it. He was a bottom. He loved this as much as me.

“Fuck me, baby,” he begged. “Fuck daddy hard, boy. Give me that big dick. Fuck daddy hard.”

I was so turned on as I kissed his neck and back and rammed his hole. His smell was even more intense and delicious as we began to sweat. It was the best sex I’d had in a long time and I needed to squirt my load.

“I’m going to breed your ass, Bruce,” I warned. “You want my big load deep inside that hole?”

“Breed me, man,” he whined. “Give me all you got, babe. Fill daddy up.”

I shot long and hard inside my boss as I kept fucking him. I could hear him shooting his load all over his desk. His head fell back against my shoulder as his ass tightened on my dick with each huge thumping sound of his jizz landing in front of him.

“Fuck, yes,” Bruce said. “Fuck, man. God, that was amazing, Jake.”

“I know, sir,” I said into his ear. “You’re so fucking sexy.”

“Fuck me again,” he begged. I want you to fuck me in every inch of this office.”

“Yes, sir,” I smiled. “But I also want to ride your big fucking dick, sir. I want your fat cock to drill my g-spot.”

“You free all night?” Bruce asked.

I replied, “All weekend, stud.”

He walked to me and we began making out. Slow and sensual at first but we were still just as horny for each other. I bent down and licked his nipples and then lifted his right arm and began licking and sniffing his now sweaty pits.

“Your just as nasty as me, Jake,” he smiled. “We’re going to get into some deviant shit aren’t we, boy?”