NSFW. Things that get me hot and get me off

Beyond Gay or ... Fucking Perfect

Been a while since I posted anything original. Sorry fuckers. Life intervenes, as it has a tendency to do.

But the next installment of this epic is cumming....

And in it, we will be introducing a new character who goes by two names: you can guess now, if you want, but you'll never be close.

Just gonna have to wait and see.

So, if it's been a while, you can get caught up by going HERE for Chapter One, HERE for Chapter Two, HERE for Chapter Three and HERE for Chapter Four.

Just make sure you shoot.

That's the whole point.

Thanks for your patience.

And the day I figured that out was the greatest day of my life.

I was in college studying nursing. For my internship I was placed at the campus athletic health center. It was basically free healthcare for jocks while the rest of the student body had to pay a crazy rate at the other campus clinic. Just another way the university was screwing us over.

But I got to spend my time dealing exclusively with the most fit, muscular, and attractive men on campus. So I was ok with it.

I helped with intake: weight, temperature, the kind of stuff they get out of the way before they send the doctor in.

At first I was really intimidated by these guys. But after a few weeks I realized they were nothing to be scared of. They were basically obedient robots, used to doing whatever their coaches demanded.

So I used it to my advantage.

One day this really cute junior came in. He was a wrestler. Short and jacked. Huge thighs with a fat ass bulging through his tiny shorts. I could already feel myself tingling.

I started off the way I always did: What’s your information? What brings you in today? Blah, blah, blah.

I motioned to the scale and told him I needed to get his weight. He got up and headed that way.

And then I said something I never expected to. It was almost a joke. Like when you’re thinking something and don’t mean to say it but just kind of blurt it out.

“You know, they reading is actually more accurate if you take your clothes and shoes off...”

I immediately regretted it and felt like a total pervert. I thought he was gonna deck me.

But, to my surprise, he shrugged and took his shirt off. Then his shoes. Then the socks. Then, in one swift motion, his shorts and boxer briefs. And then he was standing there unbothered, fully nude.

He was hairier than I expected. A big full bush of curly black hair smothered the base of his cock. It was a fat cock—not long, but fucking girthy. And then he turned around and stepped on the scale to reveal his prize—that thick, round, perfect peach of an ass.

I was gobsmacked. Shocked that he just completely disrobed at my mere suggestion. Completely unbothered.

I got up and walked over to the scale to weigh him, standing behind him to admire those luscious cheeks.

“Alright. That’s it,” I said.

He walked back over to the table and sat down, still naked.

“You, uh… can put your your clothes back on now.”

“Oh. Cool.”

He got dressed, we finished the check-in, and I left the room and adjusted the raging boner in my khakis.

I was still in shock. And terrified that he would tell the doctor and I would get kicked out of school.

But nothing happened.

I wondered if this was just a one-time fluke. So I waited for the next patient to come in. Basketball player. 6’4”. Lanky with beautiful blue eyes and shaggy blonde hair. After a brief hello, I could tell he was a lunk. As he walked over to the scale I tried it again. Strangely more nervous than the first time.

“You know, the reading is actually more accurate if you take your clothes and shoes off...”

“Oh.” He said. “Yeah. Ok.”

In 15 seconds his shorts were on the floor and his long pink cock was flopping between his legs. 5-6 inches flaccid. I could just tell he was a real grower when he got hard.

I could feel my own cock hardening as I started to daydream about sucking that long, slim pipe. He didn’t even seem to notice that I was staring right at him. I took his weight, he got dressed, and I left the room and immediately went to the staff restroom to jerk off. I shot all over the wall and had to clean my mess up. But I didn’t care, my job had immediately become the best job on the planet.

I had cracked the code.

The next day our star sprinter from Kenya came in with 6-pack abs and a cock as big as my forearm. It was fucking thick, the kind of cock that looks like it’s never completely flaccid, always ready to bone up and fuck. I could tell he didn’t mind being naked and enjoyed showing it off.

Then a distance runner, whose happy trail led to a beautifully unexpected uncut cock. He even tugged at his foreskin a little, adjusting himself as he walked over to the scale.

The next day came one of my favorite specimens: the baseball player. He was tall, thick, and ruggedly handsome with shaggy hair peaking out from his ball cap and a toothy grin.

I got all his info and sent him over to the scale with my well-rehearsed speech:

“You know, the reading is actually more accurate if you take your clothes and shoes off...”

“Oh yeah, sure,” he replied, whipping off his cap and shirt. He looped his thumbs in the waistband of his sweats and slid them slowly over his huge, muscled baseball ass.

I almost let out a moan, it was so perfect. But I stopped myself. He turned around and revealed a fat sack and beautifully proportioned cock. It was thick and heavy and flopped over his balls perfectly. Even soft it was a sight to behold.

I walked over to weigh him and told him to put his clothes back on, but he stopped me.

“Actually, before I get dressed, there are a few freckles I’d like to have looked at.”

“The doctor can help you with that,” I said, not trying to pass out medical advice.

“I know,” he continued, “but it doesn’t hurt to have a second opinion.”

“Ok…”

I knelt down by his thigh to get a closer look, running my hand along the back of his leg. Goddamn his ass was perfect. His skin was soft and smooth to the touch. I followed the trail of freckles from one thigh to the other and then moved up between his legs and could have sworn I heard him let out a soft moan.

I let my hand rest there between his legs for a minute before I carefully moved up to his ass. I worked my hands across each perfectly smooth cheek, feeling him flex his muscled ass as I rubbed him up and down again and again. I spread his checks and ran my fingers through his hairy crack, resting momentarily on his tightly clenched sphincter.

“Ohhhhhhh…”

As I touched him there, the baseball player let out a distinct and sensual moan. I was hard as a fucking rock, completely stunned this jock had given me permission to feel him up.

I stood to move to his front and was met with his own raging hard-on. It was a sight to behold. At least 5 inches around and 7.5 inches long. Perfectly straight. Flared, pink head. Begging for my attention. He didn’t seem to care that saw it. In fact, I think he liked it. I knew he wanted me to keep going.

I moved my hands up the front of his thighs and dangerously close to his groin, just testing the waters. He closed his eyes and let out a silent sigh and his dick flexed instinctually. I knew he was giving me the go ahead.

I wrapped a hand around his balls and tugged gently, making his heavy cock bounce in midair. I moved my other hand to the base of his shaft and began to stroke his beautiful cock.

“Aw shit,” the baseball player moaned as I worked his big dick up and down.

After about 45 seconds he was already starting to leak precum into my fist. His eyes closed and his mouth hung open with a dumb grin. He was horny as fuck and happy to be getting serviced.

His muscled ass started to clench and I could feel his cockhead start to swell even bigger in my hand. I knew it wasn’t going to take him long.

“You like that?” I whispered, pushing my luck.

“Oh fuck yeah,” he grunted. “Keep going. Just like that. ”

“Yeah, buddy. You gotta big load for me?” I asked with a smile.

“Oh fuck yeah,” he whimpered, thrusting into my sticky fist, “I haven’t cum in two days.”

I moved my other hand back to his ass which was now completely firm as he flexed and thrusted. I rubbed his cheeks and slid my finger through his now sweaty crack, eliciting another moan from him.

I was now working the baseball player from both sides and his body was flexing and writhing in my hands. I concentrated my strokes on the base of his cockhead and watched his face squirm in delight.

“Oh fuck, man. Just like that.”

“You gonna cum for me?”

“Ohhh fuck. I’m so fucking close. Keep going.”

I pressed my finger right up against his hole and he practically yelped. I pressed lightly and felt his body start to tense up. He was on the verge of orgasm. I stroked him faster and his big cock started to pulse in my hand.

“Ohhhh I’m cumming,” he moaned, shooting his load all over the office floor. Jets of cum sprayed and splattered, leaving pools of his warm, thick seed everywhere.

We stood there silently for a moment. My hand still on his cock and his cock still hard as a rock.

“I wasn’t expecting that today, that’s for damn sure,” the baseball player said with a chuckle, stepping away from me and surveying his mess, impressed with the load he shot.

“Yeah, me neither,” I replied, still in shock.

“I don’t know man, seems like you were pretty willing…”

I blushed.

“You do that with a lot of the guys that come in here?” He asked, palming his still-hard cock.

“I uh… Not really… I mean…. No…” I stammered, embarrassed and still scared my supervisor would catch me.

I grabbed some paper towels and cleaned up his load from the floor.

“Sorry man, big load today. I was horny. Made a fucking mess…” he paused for a moment. “Next time you’ll just have to swallow it.”

I stopped and looked up at him, in complete disbelief. He was smiling. That kind of douche bro smile when a guy knows he can get away with anything because he’s so hot no one’s going to say no.

I was already on my knees on the floor. And his big cock was still hard and pointing straight at me.

“Next time?” I asked with a smile, looking up at him and practically salivating for his cum-covered cock.

“Or now…” he said, stepping towards me and putting his hand on the back of my head.

He smiled as I opened my lips and took that fat cockhead in my mouth. The taste of the load I’d just milked out of him was salty and sweet and driving me wild.

“Ohhhh fuck,” he moaned as I sank deeper down his shaft. He was so big, but I was determined to take him all the way. I grabbed his ass to help stabilize me as I swallowed his cock to the base.

He was deep in my throat now, and immediately started fucking my face.

“Atta boy,” he grunted, eagerly masterbating himself with my throat. “God fucking damnit. Take that cock!”

With my face anchored between his hands he used me for what I was—a cock-drunk slut.

Before long, he started grunting, signaling his coming orgasm. “Oh fuck,” he whimpered, lodging his cock as deep in me as he could. “Take my fucking load. Ohhhh yeah. Take that fucking nut.”

It wasn’t as big of a load as his first, but it was still a mouthful. He shot five salty squirts of Grade-A stud cum into my mouth, holding me steady to make sure I didn’t pull off before he was good and ready to be done with me. He pulled out and I swallowed his cum and licked his swollen cockhead, milking out the last few drops of his load.

He looked down at me, grateful and satisfied. His cock, now exhausted, finally began to subside and I took one final look at his gorgeous physique as he slid his sweats back on.

“I uh, better send the doctor in,” I said, realizing I’d been in the exam room with him for almost 20 minutes.

The baseball player gave me a smile and a nod, “Alright bud. Thanks for that.”

…

On his way out, I saw the baseball player stop by the nurse’s station.

“Looks like the doctor wants to see you for a follow up in two weeks. Thursday at 2:30 work for you?” the nurse asked him.

“Yeah. Sounds good,” I heard him mutter back. Then, looking straight at me he said, “And make sure I have that nurse. He does great work, I’d like to see him for all my future appointments.”

I finally saw it. Aaron’s big cock. In all its glory.

It was right after chemistry. I headed into the bathroom and he was right behind me. There were only two urinals open. I took one and he took the one right next to me.

“Tough fucking quiz, right?” He asked, unzipping and reaching in for his cock.

“Yeah, I think I got like two things right,” | said.

That was a lie, of course. I aced the quiz, because I’d been studying nonstop the last three days. But in the moment, I knew it was best to be relatable, not brag.

“And I had to take a fucking piss the whole time,” he said. By now Aaron’s cock was hanging in front of him, just dangling there like a third appendage.

He didn’t even hold it. He didn’t need to. It just hung there, thick and fat and heavy, blasting a steady stream of piss.

I caught it out of the corner of my eye. Trying to steal a glance but not let him know I was checking him out like a fucking pervert.

“Fuck,” he said, closing his eyes and folding his hands behind his head. Letting his cock just hang free.

I knew now was my moment—maybe my only moment ever—to stare at that fucking beast of a cock and witness the manly majesty of Aaron Thompson. The veiny, girthy, mushroom-tipped, 7-incher topped with a bush of black curls.

As I finished my own piss, I could feel my cock hardening in my hand. I wanted to jerk it right there and it took everything in my power not to.

His stream slowed and I knew that was my cue to stop staring, though it was hard to rip my eyes away. His eyes opened and his hand came down and gently wrapped around his cock, giving the tip a little shake.

“Fuck that feels better,” Aaron said with a sigh.

“Only thing better would be busting a nut. All that concentrating makes me fucking horny, man.”

He paused and turned towards me, cock in hand.

“You think anyone ever jerks off in here,” he said, pretending to stroke in my direction, “let off a little steam between classes?”

I looked down at it, all big and floppy, just within reach. God I wanted it bad. He didn’t seem to mind showing it off. He was obviously proud of his manhood and this was an open invitation for me to look.

“I bet you wouldn’t be the first or the last to rub one out in this bathroom,” I said.

“Looks like you’re the one who really needs it, man.” Aaron nodded at my boner. I thought I was keeping it hidden in the urinal, but clearly he could see it.

I felt myself blush and quickly tried to stuff it back in my jeans, immediately embarrassed and losing any courage I had.

“Dude chill out,” he said with a laugh, lifting his waistband and stuffing his big cock back into his underwear.

The tardy bell rang. “Have fun,” Aaron said with a wink.

……

When I got home I rushed to my room and pulled my jeans off. My briefs were soaked. I’d practically been leaking precum nonstop all day. I wrapped my hand around my cock and closed my eyes, the image of Aaron’s naked body seared into my mind.

I started to stroke slowly - any sudden movements and it would be over for me. As I touched myself I imagined my hand was on Aaron’s cock, reaching over to him and waking up that big softy. I imagined the smile on his face as he realized he was about to get serviced. I imagined that big cockhead leaking precum all over my hand…

And that was all I needed. I felt the long-overdue orgasm building up in the pit of my stomach and start to blast through my overexcited rod.

I let out a deep moan as what felt like a gallon of cum rocketed through my cock, flying across my body, over my shoulder, and landing everywhere in between.

I lay there soaked and spent, still rock hard, dreaming about Aaron.

……

Life went on as usual the next few days. Aaron didn’t make any mention of our bathroom interaction and I tried to play it cool, even though the very sight of him got me hard as an oak tree. I made a point to only use the bathroom outside our chemistry classroom, just in case I would happen to run into him again.

No such luck.

Tuesday night I stayed late at the library to study. It was almost midnight and I headed over to the restroom. I opened the bathroom door and my heart skipped a beat. Aaron was standing there at a urinal, cock hanging in front of him, taking a piss.

“Oh hey man,” he said, turning to me mid stream. “Fancy seeing you here.”

I laughed and took a urinal one away from him, “Hey, how’s it going?”

“Just trying to get this mid-term paper finished. Fuck it I’m ready for fall break.”

We stood in silence for a moment.

“So did you end up rubbing one out in that bathroom the other day?” Aaron asked, finishing up his piss and shaking his cock dry.

“Nah, too scared I’d get caught,” I responded, immediately feeling myself start to chub up.

Aaron chuckled, “To be honest I need a little stroke break to clear my mind… part of the reason I ducked in here. Figured it would be empty. But uh, you don’t mind, do you?”

Aaron’s cock started to firm up in his hand, even from a few feet away I could tell he was boning up.

“Nah man, go for it,” I answered.

He started to stoke his cock, slowly with a tight grip, getting the blood to flow and fill his big cock all the way up. We were silent for a second. I didn’t move, but it was clear I was watching him pleasure himself. I didn’t know if Aaron was a show off or just so horny he didn’t care if I saw.

He looked over at me, still stroking, “You uh, gonna join me or what?”

I nodded wordlessly and began to stoke my own boner.

“I can tell you’re into my dick,” Aaron said with a smirk. “You’re not very good at hiding it.”

He took a step back from the urinal and turned towards me. For the first time I had a clear and unobstructed view of Aaron’s hard cock. It was big, thick, and veiny with a fat tip which he was massaging with his thumb.

“Oh fuck,” I whispered on accident. I didn’t mean to but I just blurted it out.

Aaron smiled. “You like my big cock?”

“Oh yeah” I responded breathlessly.

“You like watching me stroke my big hard cock?”

“Fuck yes”

He smiled. It was clean Aaron loved to show off. He pulled his shirt up to show off his hairy abs. “Is this what you think about when you jack off?”

“Aaron I….” I started but was immediately cut off by the sound of the bathroom door opening. We both turned back into our urinals, hiding our boners as an older man walked in.

“Evening,” the man said as he walked up to the urinal between us, unzipped, and took care of business.

I stood deadly still, afraid to be caught. But I head the tell tale slick strokes of Aaron’s hand gliding up his cock while the man in between us pissed. Aaron was fucking insatiable and it made me even harder.

The man didn’t notice or didn’t care. He finished up, washed his hands, and left.

“Fuck,” Arron whispered, turning again towards me and showing off his massive cock. “I’m so fucking close.”

He licked his lips and smiled at me. “You wanna watch me cum?”

My response was more of a grunt than a verbal yes or no. But he knew what I wanted.

“Oh yeah, oh fuck,” Aaron whimpered as he increased his pace, concentrating all his efforts on the flared pink tip of his lengthy cock.

“Ohh. Ohhhh. Oh fuck. I’m so close. I’m so fucking close. Oh my fucking goddd…”

His abs tightened and his cock twitched in his hand and Aaron started to unload himself on the bathroom floor. His cum shot in large ropes, landing with a splat that echoed through the tile bathroom.

He continued to work his hand up and down his shaft, moaning as he rode out an epic orgasm.

I was stroking furiously, watching my pornographic fantasy cum to life. I felt my own orgasm coming from a mile away, and kept rubbing until I felt the sweet release of my own cum blasting through my cock. My load squirted out landing atop Aaron’s, making cummy pools on the tile floor.

“That was a big load,” he said, shaking the last drops of cum from his softening cock.

“Aaron,” I said, hoping I wasn’t crossing a line, “you’ve got a beautiful fucking cock.”

“Thanks man,” he said with a laugh. “It gets the job done.” He looked down at himself, admiring his big piece, then looked up at me with a devilish grin. “You wanna touch it?”

I walked over without a moment’s hesitation and wrapped my hand around Aaron’s half-hard cock. It was warm and wet and sticky from his cum. It was veiny and thick, hefty, a man’s cock. And I could feel it getting hard again in my hand. I looked up at Aaron and his stare told me I had permission. I started to stroke him.

“Fuck,” he moaned as I stroked him back to full staff, “You know what’s better than a hand job?” He asked in a whisper only I could hear.

“What?” I asked as he pulled me into a stall, pushed me down on the seat, and locked the door.

He smiled as he pushed his hard cock up to my lips.

It wasn't until he put it a different way to me. "Don't think about who's, just think about how good it feels in your mouth. You're really overthinking it." And he was right, I fucking love sucking cock. I had sucked strangers, friends, so why not his.

I tried not to think about it when I met him in his room. It was a bit awkward being in my underwear and watching him strip.

"Just be a cocksucker," he said softly and stood there waiting.

My body was on fire, and I was fucking nervous... until I stuck my face in the front of his crotch and pushed on his bulging briefs. My body took over and I took deep breaths and felt his almost hard cock pressing against my face.

"You're so fucking cute," he said as I got lost in it.

He smelled like him, and I didn't hate it. It wasn't bad at all. I let go and did what came naturally. I felt his hand on me touching me. I guess after all the times he tried to convince me to do it he was going to enjoy it in case it was his last.

"Pull it out, it's hard for you. Put it in your mouth," he instructed.

I pulled down his briefs and his cock came to view. Fuck, it was a beautiful cock. It didn't matter if it was my brother's, it was perfect.

"God, this took you too long to do. I haven't stopped thinking about you on your knees for me," he told me.

"Why me?" I asked looking up at him for a second.

"Because you're my lil bro, and I love you. Why wouldn't I want to bond with you like this?" He said like it was a no-brainer.

"I don't think Brothers normally do this," I told him.

"Only the best brothers do," he smiled as I grabbed his cock and fed it to myself.

I don't know if he was right or not but I did know that his cock tasted great and it felt amazing in my mouth. His words kept getting in my head and I kinda liked the idea of 'bonding' with him. We had always been cool and hung out, but knowing we could be closer sounded nice. Having a good cock to suck all the time, sounded better.

"That's it Zach. Suck that cock for me, I'm so proud of you for doing this. We needed this," he told me as he watched me go to work.

I definitely needed this. The more I sucked on him the more I wondered why I had resisted. What the hell did I care if we were related, if we both wanted this then we both should enjoy this.

"You taste so good," I said looking up at him.

I never thought I'd see him from this angle.

"If you like my flavor you're definitely going to love my cum, you're going to eat it for me? I want to put it in you," he said.

I don't know how he was so bold. He said whatever he wanted, no holding back. I don't think I could even be like that with someone without being scared they'd freak out.

"If you want me to I will," I told him and kept sucking.

"Oh, I need it, not to want. It's going to make me so happy, and I think you will be too," he replied.

"Okay, I'll do it," I replied.

I sucked my big brother's cock harder and faster using my hand to stroke him, my mouth worked the end of it. He was leaking and I loved it, I loved cock, I hate to say but I loved his cock. It was perfect, it felt good, tasted wonderful, and I liked knowing it was my brother's the more I did it.

"It's time," he said under his breath, "Swallow it all."

I pushed him farther in my mouth and used my hand as fast and firmly as I could. I felt his cock swell and it began to shoot into the back of my mouth as I gulped and milked my older brother's orgasm.

"Ohhh, that's it, buddy! Drink my cum, I'm a part of you now," my brother told me as he ran his hand through my hair and let his cock empty inside of my mouth. "We're bonded now."

He came a lot, but nothing I couldn't handle. My own dick was pulsing, I was so turned on. I swallowed all of him, it was crazy and amazing.

"Bonded?" I asked, it sounded stupid.

"Bonded, you ate my load. You and I share something deeper than most families ever do. Whether you like it or not, you and I are bonded now," he told me.

"I guess," I smirked.