Hot & Horny

"Feel free to get comfortable, Nick," I said as Nick Brandt walked into the guest room I had set up for clients. I had on only a pair of baseball shorts with nothing underneath. I had a few real massage clients, but I was paying my way through B school with the large shank of meat that was flopping commando beneath the fabric.

Coach Brandt took a quick look and flashed a smile. But he was mostly businesslike as he removed his shoes and hoodie, and along with it, the T shirt beneath. Brandt was coach of a top college football program and was my new best client. Tipped well, and with him the sex didn't feel remotely like work. I almost felt bad taking money from him, but Coach had the salary for it.

I had been sucking Nick for several months at that point, draining countless loads out of his big dick on a daily basis. He wasn’t the first straight guy to feed me a load, but he was definitely one of the hottest. 

Nick and his girlfriend Lena lived in the apartment across from me. We were hardly friends, but always gave a neighborly nod or wave when we bumped into each other in the hallway. All that changed when Nick knocked on my door one afternoon. 

“Your boyfriend dropped these in the hall,” Nick held up a pair of Ray-Bans. “I tried to catch up to him at the elevator but missed him.”

“My boyfriend?” I asked, confused. “I don’t have a boyfriend.”

“Sure you do,” Nick insisted. “He just left your apartment.”

“That wasn’t—” I began to laugh. “That wasn’t my boyfriend. That was just some dude that I sucked off.”

“Oh—uh—” Nick turned beet red. “Well, I guess you can just return these to him the next time you—uh—see him,” he handed the sunglasses to me awkwardly.

“I probably won’t see him again,” I reported. “He was just some random married dude from Grindr.”

“He’s married?” Nick’s eyes widened. “To, like, a woman?”

“Yeah,” I acknowledged. “He said his wife never sucks him off.”

“Good to know I’m not the only guy with that problem,” Nick laughed under his breath, scratching his beard. 

“You’re definitely not the only one,” I assured him. “Half the guys I hook up with are straight like you, but aren’t getting serviced at home. You’re welcome to come inside, if you might like to enjoy a nice—”

“Oh—no—I couldn’t—” Nick began to blush. “I mean, I’m flattered, but I don’t think I could get into a dude blowing me—no offense.”

“None taken,” I smiled, turning to go back inside my apartment. “But you know where to find me whenever you need your balls drained.”

I left Nick in the hallway, his wheels turning. I figured he’d ruminate on the matter for a few days, weigh the pros and cons, and eventually show up to feed me. Thus, I was a bit surprised when a knock sounded at my door not five minutes later. 

“Fuck it,” Nick exclaimed, pushing into my apartment as soon as I opened the door. “Lena hasn’t sucked my dick in nearly three years. Who am I to turn down some easy head?”

Without giving him any instruction, Nick stripped down naked in my living room. He was hairier than I realized, his muscular body covered in a thick pelt of fur that instantly drove me wild. He was also hung like fuck.

“Jesus, you’ve got a big cock,” I gasped, salivating over his big tool as Nick sat on my couch. He spread his legs wide, his hard cock begging to be sucked. “You’re what—? Like, eight or nine inches?” I ventured. 

“Nine and a half,” he beamed proudly. “Is it too big for you?”

“Too big?” I laughed, kneeling between his hairy thighs. “It’s not too big at all. I fucking love sucking a big dick.”

“Good,” he smiled. “And I hope you like cum, because I’ve gotta five-day load in these balls for you.”

I gave no answer, instead gripping that big cock at the base as I proceeded to take it down my throat. Deftly, I swallowed him in one, quick motion, his balls mashed against my chin. 

“Holy Christ,” he gasped, his head rolling back. “How the fuck are you doing that? No bitch has ever managed to take me all the way.”

“Lots of practice,” I surfaced for air, turning my attention to his balls as I began to lick and suck those ripe, round beauties. He moaned softly, enjoying the lavish attention to his family jewels as I churned the seed within. 

“Suck me,” he begged after a few minutes of ball play. “Fucking suck my big, fat, hairy dick.”

Following orders, I licked up his thick shaft, my tongue flicking his cock slit, swirling around his helmeted cock head. Once again, I swallowed him to the balls. 

“Fuck yeah,” Nick exclaimed, gripping the back of my head as I proceeded to suck him ravenously. “Jesus Christ, you know how to throat a dick.”

Emboldened by his praise, I locked my lips around his shaft, my neck like a spring hinge as I took him from base to tip, over and over again. His viscous precum coated my tongue, giving me a hint of the meal to come. 

While looking up at Nick, his cock buried down my throat, I reached up his hairy body with both hands. Running my hands through the dense forest of fur covering his chest and belly, my fingers found his nips. Gently, I pinched those hard nubs as his dick grew even more rigid in response. 

“Don’t stop,” he begged, his cock swelling down my throat, pressing against my tonsils. “That’s it—keep going—OH FUCK, dude—SHIT—Here it comes—FUCK—FUCK.”

Instantly, a massive load of cum flooded my mouth, careening down my throat to my hungry belly. I could feel each spurt as it hit the back of my throat, Nick writhing in hedonistic pleasure. I kept him down my throat, not letting up until his balls had delivered the last of his seed. 

“Damn, dude,” he exhaled as I finally released him, his spent cock flopping against his hairy thigh. “I hope you enjoyed this cock, because you’re gonna be seeing a lot of it.”

Nick wasn’t kidding. We both worked from home, and it wasn’t unusual for Nick to drop by for a draining early in the morning, as soon as his girlfriend Lena left for work. Often, he’d stop by again in the late afternoon before she got home to feed me a second load. On one such occasion, Nick wanted to know how his cum tasted. 

“Does my cum taste good?” he inquired, his massive load dripping down my chin. 

“Why don’t you see for yourself,” I raised myself up, our lips locking. With tongues swirling, we shared the creamy remains of his ambrosial load, his full beard tickling my chin.

“Not bad,” he smacked his lips as we parted. “Not bad at all.”

“You’re hard again,” I commented, gripping his engorged cock in my hand. “You want me to suck another load out of you?”

“How about you ride it for me?” Nick suggested, reaching around behind me. His meaty hand slid down the back of my sweatpants, his thick finger probing my eager hole as I moaned in delight. “I think it’s about time we took things to the next level.”

Paul was a great guy and a fucking hunk. My sister was so fucking lucky to have this guy. Luckily for me, I lived not too far from them in Chicago so I got to see them regularly. Paul and I would occasionally take in a ball game or hit a brewery. We also went to the same gym and I know he caught me staring at him a few times in the locker room. He'd just grin and flex a little for me. I shake my head and smile and try not to get hard right there in front of him. My body wasn't as tight as his, and he worked as a sport therapist. I think keeping a super fit bod was part of his job.

Anyway... back to that Thanksgiving. Paul, my sister and I drove down to southern Indiana on Wednesday. We'd stay with Mom and Dad in our old rooms. My other 2 sisters lived in town with their families. After Thursday's over abundant meal and staying up watching football and then a movie, I was exhausted and was planning on sleeping in. But at 5am my sisters and mother kept getting louder as they arrived and got ready for the big day. I put my head under my pillow and groaned.

I tried to get back to sleep after they left, but wasn't having any luck, and then my phone started dinging with a couple text messages.

"Did you go back to sleep?" was the first message from Paul followed by "I'm wide awake now."

I quickly texted back "Who can sleep after all that noise," with a laughing emoji.

“Wanna come to my room?” was Paul’s next text.

I was starting to text a response when a pic popped up. My mouth fell open as I gazed at a selfie of Paul, sheet pushed down to his crotch, his full chest and abs on display, one bicep flexed. I looked closer and I could see most of his cock with the head was hidden under the sheet.

“Come on, don’t you want to take a closer look, we’ve got a few hours before the girls get back.”

I practically jumped out of bed, grabbed a pair of gym shorts, and rushed, as quietly as I could, down the hall to their room.

I lightly knocked on the door and heard Paul chuckle before responding "Get your ass in here."

I quickly go inside, just in my boxer briefs, still holding my shorts in my hand. I stopped dead in my tracks at the sight of Paul, naked, fully exposed, his cock semi-hard. “Fuck…,” I moaned out. “What…?”

“I’ve seen the way you look at me, I know you want to touch… taste. It’s written all over your face, and your cock has gotten rock-hard in the last 10 seconds,” he said with a grin looking at my crotch.

I didn’t even realize it, but he was right, my cock was painfully hard and very evident, poking out to the left. A 6.5 inch solid ridge of cock, betraying my desire for my sister’s husband. I blushed, worried I had step over a line, but Paul just flicked his head, a come here motion.

“And take those off, I want to see all of you too,” he almost whispered as I approached the bed. I quickly slid off my briefs and crawled into bed with Paul.

I looked him up and down, his cock was now fully hard. Had I done that to him? I looked at him a little questioningly. He just shrugged.

“You look at me with such hunger, devotion, lust… Lib doesn’t do that anymore. Your desire for me is such a turn-on.”

I placed a hand on his stomach, ran it up to his pecs, tweaking each nipple before slipping down… down… feeling his abs as I continued to watch his face. We never took our eyes off each other. I went lower, feeling his pubes. My hand bumped into his prick, I had to turn to look at it. My God! It was magnificent. Thick and veiny, a beautiful cut head, dark circumcision scar, dark pubes, probably 7 inches, my hands encircled it feeling its weight and solidness. The head was leaking a steady stream of vicious liquid, I had to taste it.

I looked at Paul, “Can I…?” I started, but his eyes were wild with desire. Without saying a word, he placed a hand on the back of my head and gently pushed me toward his groin.

I took a quick lick of the tip, tasting his essence, savoring the flavor of both his cock and precum. Fuck… I moaned and moved lower to first lick his balls. Paul spread his legs wider and the hairless orbs hung low, almost to the sheet. I lick and tasted, fuck. I took deep whiffs of his musk, FUCK…

I positioned myself between his outstretched legs so that I could look at him as I treated his balls with reverence. Small moans escaped his lips before he took his cock and pushed it forward so that it now rubbed against my forehead. “Please, suck me.”

He sounded as desperate as I felt. I had to have him in my mouth. I slobbered on the head, then closed my lips around the spongy mass. I don't know if my sister ever gave him head, but I was going to show him I was way better.

God his meat tasted so good and the musky odor was driving me crazy. Paul was moaning little "fuck yeah" and "suck it" while his hand rested on top of my head. He wasn't pusing me down yet, but I knew when the time came he'd hold me down tight on his prick.

I took his full length down my throat, my nose nestled in his wiry pubes. "FUCK..," Paul practically screamed. I grinned to myself, I loved giving guys that type of response. His cock felt good in my throat but I had to breathe and pulled back out, my eyes watering a little.

“Are you gonna swallow?” he almost begged. I didn’t respond just kept sucking this hunk’s cock. “Fuck, I wanna cum in your mouth.” There was no where else his load was going to go. I wanted it as bad as he wanted to give it to me. “Yeah… getting close.”

I could feel his cock expand, a telltale sign of an impending orgasm. His breathing was ragged and he was almost whimpering. I knew I’d have my reward soon.

“Yeah… oh yeah… here… it….” As his cock started to pulse, his hand pushed me down further. “FUCK,” he almost screamed. His body spasmed as his cock continue to pulse and spill a heavy load into my mouth. His creamy sperm filling my mouth with it’s musky salty goodness. Fuck, this is the best part.

Finally Paul’s grip on my head relaxed and I pulled a little off his softening tool. “Oh fuck man, you’re the best. That was fucking amazing,” he said a little out of breath. I just licked his cock grinning up at him as I cleaned up what little I had let escape my mouth.

After we both caught our breath I realized my cock was still rock-hard. I still had a hand on his shaft as I lazily stroked him, he wasn’t going soft, which gave me a wicked thought.

“Do you have any lube? I asked, like it was the most natural thing to ask my brother-in-law.

“No?” he answered, seeming a little confused on why I was asking.

“I do, I’ll be right back,” and I rushed out of the room.

I was gone just a few seconds, Paul was still a little confused as he watched me come back in, closing and locking the door. He was still flat on his back and all I could think was I wanted to ride him.

“I want you to fuck a load out of me,” I told him matter of factly as I climbed on the bed and straddled his hips, his eyes going wide as I applied lube to my hole and then to his cock.

“You’re gonna let me fuck you raw? Oh fucking hell!” He sounded elated at the prospect.

“Not only are you gonna fuck me raw, you’re gonna dump your load deep in my ass, gonna breed my tight hole,” and to add to his impending pleasure I added “From here on out, your loads go in my mouth or up my ass,” I stated as I stared at him hungrily.

"What the fuck, Nate?!" I protested.

"Fuck you!" He said flipping me off. "You've been in here forever," he added. "I gotta get ready for work and all my shits in here."

I looked down at the bulge in his underwear. He smirked and grabbed himself and squeezed.

"Happy pride month," he said, calling me a slur without having too.

"Fuck off, get out!" I yelled at him.

"Oh come on, I bet you always wanted a big brother, and I'm pretty big," he said stepping forward, acting cocky like he always did.

"Can you get out," I barked, my dick was still hard.

"Why? What are you doing?" He asked grabbing my wrist and pulling my hand away. "Oh shit," he chuckled. "Morning wood?"

I didn't reply, I was too embarrassed. I did try to take my hand back but he wouldn't let go. Instead he placed it on the front of his briefs and rubbed. His dick hardened fast as I looked up at him and he looked down at me.

"It likes getting sucked on, how about it?" He asked with a grin. "Between bros?"

I knew what he was hinting at, brothers had each other's back, this would be between us.

"You sure?" I asked.

It was an open secret that I was gay, my sister knew, he knew, my parents too. This was crossing huge lines though, sure I didn't get along with her most of the time but messing with her boyfriend was pretty fucked up.

"Come on, live in the moment, don't you want it?" He asked as he pulled his underwear down and rubbed the tip of his dick on my lips.

My heart was racing, of course I wanted it.

I opened my mouth as he fed it to me. He was leaking and it tasted sweet. I could smell his scent and it all was intoxicating.

"Oh fuck, bro. Your mouth feels good," he moaned softly as I blew him. "Stroke your dick," he instructed me, and I listened.

It must have been about five minutes of me servicing him before he warned me that I was going to get a mouthful. I didn't pull off, I wanted it, wanted him to blow his load down my throat.

"Here it comes, fuck yeah. You're a good cocksucker, I'm not going to forget," he told me as I felt him swell and release.

I swallowed him, taking his cum inside of him. I exploded, spraying on his leg.

"Yeah, bro. Suck that cock," he moaned as his dick shot over and over in my mouth.

I let go after he started to soften and sat back. Cum was dripping down his leg and he had a big grin across his face. I licked my lips and watched as he slipped his underwear off and leaned close to my ear.

"We're going to be the best brothers, okay?" He said, I could feel his breath.

"Yeah, I'd like that," I replied.

Billy Ray was right, my dad would shoot his balls off if he knew the hung stud had been slipping his big cock to Mandy, my stepmom who was barely older than me. Billy Ray’s sexual exploits in town were notorious, so it was no surprise that my slutty stepmom wanted in on the action. 

With his country-music-star good looks, his muscular body, his bad boy tattoos, and his legendary nine-inch cock, it was no wonder why so many women in town were itching to ride him. And like all of those bitches, I wanted my turn, too. But Billy Ray didn’t fuck boys. So getting his cock in me seemed impossible—a total pipe dream. I just never realized Billy Ray would make it so easy for me. 

I spotted his beat-up red pickup truck in front of our house when I got home from the gym. Billy Ray worked as a handyman, giving him an alibi to have his truck parked in almost any woman’s driveway without raising too much suspicion. But I knew why he was parked in our driveway. Mandy needed some work done—on her cunt—while my dad was at work. 

Jesus, the bitch could scream. I could hear her as soon as I crossed the threshold into the house. Mandy wanted it harder, faster, deeper, as she begged Billy Ray to wreck her pussy with his big cock. It was a pornstar worthy rendition. And from the way Billy Ray was grunting, the bed springs squeaking, the headboard banging the wall, he was also turning in a fine performance. 

I should have been angry or at least disappointed with my stepmom for cheating on my dad, but it was not out of character for Mandy. Shit, my dad married her because she had an easy pussy. 

I was actually jealous of Mandy, raging inside that it was so easy for her to score a hung himbo like Billy Ray. Why couldn’t I have him, too? And then it occurred to me—the opportunity was right in front of me. I just had to reach out and grab it. 

Waiting outside the door to the bedroom, I listened as Billy Ray grunted his load into her, cumming like a wild boar. It wasn’t long before I could hear Mandy wobbling to the bathroom, the shower water soon coursing through the pipes in the walls. When I was certain she was in the shower, I called out to Billy Ray. 

“How was her pussy, Billy Ray?” I asked through the door. He emerged from the bedroom in a panic, his jeans still undone, his massive cock stuffed hastily into his CK briefs. “Did you like fucking my stepmom?”

A look of terror seized his face as he pleaded with me to not tell my dad that he had fucked Mandy, fearing my dad would, rightfully, shoot his balls off. “Please don’t rat me out to your daddy,” he begged. “I’ll do anything you ask.”

Anything. That magic word. 

“I want you to fuck my ass, Billy Ray,” I demanded, arms crossed.

“Fuck your ass?” he spat. “I ain’t gay. I don’t fuck dudes.”

“Okay,” I pulled out my phone. “Let me just call my daddy and let him know you’re here.”

“SHIT—NO,” he gasped, grabbing the phone out of my hand. “Fine. I’ll fuck you. But this stays between us, you here?”

“Scouts honor,” I saluted in mock respect. “Now follow me.”

I led Billy Ray to my bedroom on the other side of the house, where I promptly stripped down and reclined on the bed. Grabbing some lube from the bed table, I began to slather my hole, readying it for that big cock. 

“Fuck me,” I begged, pulling my knees to my chest, presenting my eager cunt to Billy Ray. “Get that big dick inside me.”

“I ain’t gonna fuck you like that,” Billy Ray refused, his hard nine-incher protruding from his open jeans, the waistband of his CK briefs pushed down below his round balls. “Flip over onto your stomach. I don’t want to see your face. I gotta pretend you’re just some bitch, if this is gonna work.”

Dutifully, I complied, flipping over. Crouching at the edge of the bed, my face pressed into the mattress, I raised my ass and presented my hole to Billy Ray. His hands gripped my hips, pulling me towards him, his rounded cock head pressed against my sphincter. He hesitated for a brief moment, and then—BAM—Billy Ray was inside me. 

“FUUUCK,” I screamed, my hole torn in two as Billy Ray pushed balls deep in me in one, violent thrust. 

“Christ, you’re tight,” he marveled, delivering a series of deep strokes. “You a virgin?”

“Hardly,” I winced. “You’re thick as fuck, you know.”

“We can stop—if it’s too much dick for you,” he teased, slapping my ass. “I can always go dump another load in your stepmom.”

“NO,” I screamed, a bit too forcefully. “I want you to fuck me with that big dick.”

“Then shut the fuck up, and let me get the job done,” he scolded. “I need to get this over as soon as possible.”

I’d been fucked by enough straight guys to know the drill. In order to preserve his masculinity, the guy had to pretend that he was repulsed by the idea of fucking a guy, only engaging in the depraved act out of desperation or necessity. When, in fact, the guy secretly reveled in the supreme feeling of fucking a hole that was far superior to pussy. Billy Ray was no exception. 

“Fuckin-A,” he marveled in ecstasy under his breath, his big dick routing my depths, his balls slapping my hole with each thrust. “Jesus fucking Christ.”

“You like my cunt?” I asked rhetorically, for the answer was obvious. “Ass is way better than pussy, isn’t it?”

“I told you to shut your fuckin’ mouth,” he admonished. “I don’t need to hear your voice, got it?”

Wordlessly, I nodded, as he began to pick up the pace. He was pummeling me hard, jackhammering my cunt at a breakneck pace. Jesus, it felt good. The headboard was hitting the wall, banging loudly as he thrusted in and out of me, over and over again. There was no question in my mind that the man was about to bust, and I was right. 

“FUCK,” he grunted loudly, a throbbing sensation building in my bowels as his cock began to erupt. “OH SHIT—Here it comes—FUCK—FUCK.”

A cum bomb exploded in me as Billy Ray’s cock discharged a massive load into my depths. “FUCK—FUCK,” he continued to grunt as rope after rope of his warm seed spewed into my void. 

“Keep it in me,” I begged as the throbbing inside me began to subside. “I want every last drop of your seed.”

But Billy Ray ignored me, pulling out of my wrecked cunt abruptly as soon as his balls had emptied. I could feel his pearly load gushing from my gaping hole as he stuffed his wet cock back into his jeans and zipped up his fly. 

Moments later, I could hear his truck peeling out of the driveway, eager to take his leave before my dad got home from work. As I fingered my cummy hole, reveling in the feeling of Billy Ray’s fresh load in my cunt, I had to give thanks to my stepmom Mandy for delivering Billy Ray to me, even if that wasn’t her intention. 

The next afternoon, Mandy and I were watching HGTV together in the living room when we heard a truck pull up into the driveway. It was Billy Ray. 

“Shit,” she cursed under her breath as she looked out the window before beating a path to the front door. “What the fuck is Billy Ray doing here?”

“Hey, babe,” she cooed as she opened the door. “I’m glad to see you, but you can’t be here now. My husband will be home from work any minute now.”

“I ain’t here to fuck you,” he pushed Mandy aside as he approached me. “I’m here to fuck him.”

“That was my plan,” he spat through his foamy mouth. “But the bitch isn’t responding to my texts.”

“You wanna fuck my ass again like the other night?” I offered as Jeff rinsed his mouth under the tap. “Dump another load in me?”

“Dude,” he paused while removing his towel and patting his mouth dry, his hairy cock flopped against his thigh. “I can’t keep fucking you. It was supposed to be a one-time thing. I was drunk. I needed to dump a load. End of story.”

“Then why is your cock suddenly hard?” I observed, his shaft expanding against the sink, his cock head swelling to twice it’s normal size. “Seems to me you could use an easy hole right now.”

“Just shut up and get on my fucking bed,” he ordered, giving up the fight. “I’m gonna mouthwash and then I’ll be right in.”

As Jeff gargled a mouthful of Scope in the bathroom, I stripped down and scavenged for the lube in his bedside table, greasing my hole liberally before positioning himself on all fours atop his bed. My tight ass was ready for his use and abuse.

“Nah, not doggy,” he objected, walking into the room, his hard eight-incher leading the way. “Roll over on your back. I want to fuck you missionary this time.”

I eagerly conceded, flipping over and pulling my legs up to my chest, presenting my eager hole to him. Jeff climbed on the bed, positioned himself between my legs, his fist gripping his hard cock, and then mounted me.

“FUCK,” I screamed, his thick shaft ripping my hole in two. I’d had cocks longer than Jeff’s, but never as thick, and I reveled in his incomparable girth.

“Christ, I love your cunt,” he exhaled, pushing his weight upon me as his cock routed my depths. “No bitch as ever been able to take my cock like you can.”

What he should have said is that no bitch can take his ruthless pounding. Jeff was a total fuck machine. True to form, he began to rip into my quivering hole. With his weight upon me, his body pinning me to the bed, I opened my legs wider and gave into his assault, loving every minute.

And then it happened, something I never expected. As his cock continued to pound relentlessly inside my void, he brought his lips to mine and kissed me—melting me.

Our coupling was supposed to be just sex—fucking and nothing more. His kiss changed the game. And the icing on the cake was that Jeff proved to be an amazing kisser. With his tongue darting in my mouth, his cock buried in my depths, and his arms enfolding me, I felt consumed in a way that I had never felt before.

“Mmm. You taste good,” Jeff marveled, our lips finally parting.

“And you—taste like Scope,” I laughed, still in disbelief.

“Could be worse,” he joked along with me, his lips meeting mine again.

We continued that way, lips locked, bodies joined as one, for what felt like an eternity. I wasn’t sure if I was even breathing, as if Jeff was breathing for the two of us, our lips joined as he ravaged me from within.

But then our lips parted as his breathing intensified. I knew he was close. I willed my legs to open wider, taking him as deep as possible as his cock began to swell and throb within me.

“SHIT,” he gasped, his body melting into mine as a flood of warmth consumed me from within. Spurt after spurt of his load filled my void, drenching my guts with his seed.

He kissed me again, deeply, extravagantly, before pulling out and rolling over next to me on the bed. I reached down to stem the flood of his cum that was escaping my wrecked hole, wanting to keep his seed inside me.

Jeff wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into his muscular body. My head was resting peacefully upon his hairy chest, when a shrill beep emanated from his phone on the bedside table.

“It’s Gina,” he announced, grabbing his phone and reading a text. “She was out with some friends, but said I can come by now, if I’m still down to fuck.”

“I’ll let you get dressed,” I responded flatly, pushing myself off the bed and reaching for my clothes as he tapped out a quick reply to Gina. “You don’t want to keep her waiting for that big cock.”

“Not so fast,” Jeff stopped me, pulling me back onto the bed as he pushed my legs open once more, his hard cock sliding back into my used hole. “I’m not going to Gina’s. I’ve got what I need right here with you.”

“You’re hard as a rock,” the nude model straddling me observed, my big cock pressed firmly against his tight hole. “Slide it in me,” he taunted. “Who cares if you’re straight? A hole is a hole.”

I needed the money. I could barely afford my college tuition and books. But when you tossed in beer money and trying to keep up with my fraternity brothers, I was constantly in need of cash. So when I saw a flyer posted on a bulletin board at the campus gym that advertised EASY MONEY in big letters, my interest was piqued.

The fine print on the flyer didn’t seem so bad. A local photographer was looking for male models for “athletic photos,” whatever the fuck that meant. You had to be 18 to 25. Check. You had to be attractive. Check. And you had to be muscular and fit. Check.

I called the number on the flyer, and the deal seemed legit. The photographer offered me $200 bucks for a two-hour photo session. I’d have to strip down and show my body, but my cock would never be exposed. “I do tasteful, black-and-white, nude photos,” he informed me over the phone. “I celebrate the athletic shape of the male body through my work.” I told him I was game and he invited me to his home studio the next day.

The photographer was not what I anticipated when he opened the door. I guess I expected some sissy gay dude who just liked taking pictures of hot guys, but this guy didn’t seem that. He was tall and muscular. Definitely over fifty. He looked like a retired football coach. But the pink, leopard-print sofa in his living room told me he was definitely a gay dude.

“You’ve got the look I like,” the photographer said while inspecting me up and down. “Let’s get you upstairs in my studio and see what you’ve got.” Two minutes later I was upstairs and removing my clothes for him.

“Yes, you will work quite well,” he assured me. “You’ve got great definition, which shows up nicely in black and white. And I’m glad you’re a bit hairy. Too many guys your age shave their bodies. I want my men to look like men.”

Then looking down at my cock, he exclaimed, “Fuck, you’re hung. You straight?” When I nodded yes, he chuckled and said, “I bet the bitches love getting fucked by that piece of meat.” I felt certain he would also love it, so I kept my mouth shut.

The photo shoot itself was pretty easy. As the photographer promised, my cock was covered the entire time, or my body was angled so you couldn’t see my junk in the photo. He put me through a variety of poses and backdrops. “You’re a natural,” he told me. “The camera loves you.”

What I loved was the $200 bucks he handed me at the end of the session. “So when can I come back?” I asked eagerly. “Next week?”

He laughed at my eagerness and said no, that he might not need me for another month. I was disappointed and told him I needed more money.

“Well,” the photographer began with some hesitation. “I do have another project on which I’m working.” He then pulled out a portfolio containing black and white photos of guys fucking.

“Porn?” I asked incredulously. “No fucking way. I’m not doing gay porn,” I protested.

The photographer raised his hand to stop me. “It isn’t pornography,” he insisted. “This is erotica. Look closely at the photos. You can’t see if the men are actually fucking. It’s all simulated. The suggestion of sex can be more powerful than seeing the act itself.”

Real or not, I still had no interest in doing erotica or whatever the fuck he called it. It was gay porn to me. I turned to leave, saying, “No thanks.”

But as I was halfway out the door, the photographer called out, “It pays $500 for two hours work.”

I stopped dead in my tracks. “Okay. I’ll do it. But I’m NOT sticking my dick in some guy. It’s all pretend, right?”

He nodded in agreement. “Come back tomorrow. 2 pm,” he instructed. “You’ll be with Eros, one of my best models. $500 bucks.”

Eros was already upstairs in the studio when I arrived the next day. I was relieved to find he also looked masculine, but his sexuality was unquestionable when he got a look at my cock and said, “Damn, you’re hung. I wish you were gonna fuck me for real. I would love to have that big one up my ass.”

His candor embarrassed me, and I covered my cock with my hand instinctively. “I’m sorry,” he apologized. “The photographer told me you’re straight. I’ve worked with a lot of straight models before. I promise to be on good behavior.” I was dubious, but thanked him.

The photographer soon arrived upstairs, and began to set up the shots. We began with a series of photos in which Eros simulated sucking me off. It was a little uncomfortable, as Eros had to have his face in my crotch, mere inches from my cock. Most of the photos were taken with Eros kneeling before me with my hands on his head and my head arched back as if he was giving me the best head of my life, even though Eros was really just staring at my pubes. It all seemed a bit cheesy to me, but the photographer seemed happy with the shots.

“Okay—now time for you two to fuck,” the photographer announced. My face turned white as he laughed and said, “Relax. It’s simulated fucking, remember?”

We started with some shots in which Eros was bent over a couch with me pretending to fuck him from behind. Once again, my head was arched back in faux ecstasy. My cock had to be close to his hole, but not touching. That would soon change.

The next shot required us to be on the floor with Eros straddling me. I was warned there would be some kissing, but reminded myself of the easy money. As the photographer prepped the scene, Eros grabbed some lotion from his bag and began to slather his hole and ass crack with it.

“What the fuck is that for?” I demanded.

“To prevent chafing,” he replied. “Your cock is going to be rubbing against me a lot in this next position. Trust me. You’ll thank me for the lotion.”

Sure enough, as Eros promised, my cock had to rub up against his hole in the next series of shots as we simulated intense fucking. It was unavoidable. What was also unavoidable is that I started to get hard. I had no problem staying soft when we had no contact in the earlier shots, but that had changed. And the lotion that Eros slathered all over his ass wasn’t helping things.

“Mmm,” Eros began to moan at the touch of my hard cock against his hole. “It feels to me like the straight guy is getting turned on.”

I wanted to push him off me and bolt out the door, but then I remembered the $500 bucks. I ignored Eros, focused on the money, and tried to zone out as he gyrated against my hard cock through a series of photos.

But my concentration was broken when the photographer announced he was having an issue with his camera. “Hold there guys,” the photographer ordered. “This will only take a moment, and I don’t want you guys to move and fuck up the continuity of the shots.”

I held still, but Eros didn’t. He began to grind hard against my cock, pressing his hole firmly at my cock head. And as much as I wanted to deny it, it felt fucking incredible. I’m not gay. But I dare you to find any guy who could withstand a wet, puckered hole rubbing up against his hard cock without wanting to be inside it. I wanted to be in that hole. And Eros knew it.

“You’re hard as a rock. Slide it in me,” Eros taunted. “Who cares if you’re straight? A hole is a hole.”

I couldn’t take it anymore. As he continued to grind against me, I raised my hips and allowed my big cock to penetrate his ass. Instantly aware that his tight hole had been breached, Eros took over and began to bare down on my cock. I was soon balls deep inside him.

“Fuck,” he cried out. “Your cock is so fucking big. Damn.”

His outburst soon had the photographer’s attention. “Well, well, well,” he chuckled while licking his lips. “This just got interesting. Keep fucking him,” he directed. “I love when my work has authenticity.”

Not needing any further approval than that, I began to work Eros’s hole while he straddled me. “Kiss,” the photographer ordered, and Eros leaned forward and kissed me. I could hear the photographer’s camera clicking furiously. “Yes,” the photographer roared. “Fuck his tight ass. These photos are going to be fucking awesome.”

Eros began to work in concert with me while he supported himself on his muscular legs. As I raised my hips to go deeper inside him, Eros came down hard on my cock, bobbing up and down. My balls were getting tight.

“You got enough film yet?” I called out urgently to the photographer. “Because I’m about to bust.”

The photographer nodded while calling out, “Yeah, breed that cum dump. Give him your load.” I did just as I was told, and flooded Eros’ guts.

Eros soon collapsed upon me. We were both sweaty and sticky. He pulled off my cock, and I could feel my load washing out of his hole and covering my cock and balls. As Eros leaned down to lick me clean, the photographer kept snapping away. “I thought you didn’t like to have a cock in your photos,” I remarked.

“Yes,” he admitted. “But these last shots will be for my own spank bank.”

After we had cleaned up and dressed, the photographer handed us our cash for the session. Eros took leave, my load swimming inside him, but the photographer asked me to hang back for a minute.

“You’ve got some real talent,” the photographer complimented. “And I don’t mean just that big cock. You know how to fuck and the camera loves you.” I thanked him, but didn’t know where this was going.

“I have a colleague who produces gay porn films,” he informed me. “I could pass his number along to you.”

“No thanks,” I protested, scrunching up my face. “Fucking Eros was a one-and-done. Sure, it felt good, but I’m not gay.”

The photographer gave a twisted smile. “My boy, you don’t have to be gay to do gay porn. Half of the guys in gay porn are straight. They call it ‘gay for pay,’ you know.”

“How much does it pay?” I inquired, though I still had no interest in doing gay porn.

“Well,” he answered, “you can demand a lot of money with that big cock. Maybe $5,000 a scene.”

And that’s how I became yet another straight guy with a big dick who makes a good living doing gay porn. A hole is a hole, after all. But don’t tell my girlfriend that.

“Nah—I won’t tell nobody,” I assured him. “Now get that big dick in me.”

Travis Madden had been the hottest guy at my high school. Every girl in school had a major crush on him—us closeted guys, too. But Missy Patterson had been the lucky one to lasso his heart. They dated all through senior year until she left for school at State, giving him her class ring to wear around his neck to ward off any bitch who desired him. It didn’t work.

After graduation, Travis and I got jobs on the same construction crew. Every Monday morning, the guys would press Travis for details on all the weekend pussy he was getting behind Missy’s back. From the way Travis talked, he was dipping his stick all over the county. Who could blame him? Travis was rumored to be hung like fuck. And if you’ve got a big dick—why not use it?

So I wasn’t all that shocked or surprised when Travis booty texted me at 1 am one Friday night—mistaking me for one of the many bitches in his contacts list who would spread her legs for him at a moment’s notice.

“Hey babe. You DTF tonite?” his message flashed on my phone.

I decided to ignore the text, not wanting to embarrass Travis. But he was persistent.

“Come on babe. I’m horny as fuck. I need me some pussy,” he texted not two minutes later.

Tapping out a reply to inform Travis that he had the wrong number, I was startled when my phone rang suddenly—Travis’s number coming up on the screen. I answered the call, but before I could say a word—

“Bitch—why are you ignoring my texts?” Travis demanded. “You wanna fuck tonight or not?”

“Travis, this is Mark—from work,” I explained. “You’ve been booty texting me by mistake.”

“Fuck, man,” Travis laughed drunkenly. “My bad, dude. I’m just trying to get some snatch. My balls are gonna fuckin’ pop if I don’t get me some pussy tonight.”

“You wanna come over?” I suggested flatly. “You can fuck my pussy—empty those balls in me.”

A prolonged silence followed my offer. I thought Travis had ended the call, but then I heard the muffled sounds of pussy porn playing in the background—a bitch moaning and some dude grunting at a synchronized pace.

“You—uh—you serious about this?” Travis finally asked, his voice a near whisper. “You take cock, like, up the ass?”

“Yeah—I mean, I don’t want the guys at work to know,” I admitted, “but I fucking love it up the ass. You think you might wanna fuck me?”

“Uh—yeah,” Travis agreed hesitantly. “I guess I’m down to try it.”

“Where are you now?” I asked. “You sound buzzed. You okay to drive?”

“I’m at my parents’ house. I—uh—I still live with them,” Travis shared awkwardly. “But I’m cool to drive. I’ve only had two beers.”

Ten minutes later, I could hear Travis’s truck crunching the gravel parking pad outside my apartment. I had left the door unlocked and told him I’d be prepped and ready on the bed. My ass twitched as I heard the front door opening, and then the heavy step of Travis’s boots in the hallway.

“You ain’t gonna tell nobody about this, right?” Travis asked, fumbling to remove his jeans in my darkened bedroom, the bright hallway light illuminating every ripple of his toned body. Fuck, he was beautiful.

“Nah—I won’t tell nobody,” I assured him, perching myself at the edge of the bed, presenting my hole for his use. “Now get that big dick in me.”

Turning my face towards him, I could see that Travis was already rock hard. And the rumors were true—he was hung like fuck. His cock looked to be easily north of nine inches, straight as an arrow, with a prominent vein running along one side of his thick shaft. Fuck, I wanted that cock inside me.

“You want me to wrap it?” Travis asked, his eyes scanning my bed table for a condom.

“Nah, you can raw dog me,” I directed. “And then dump your load up my ass.”

“Damn, that’s hot,” he exclaimed. “None of the bitches in this town will take it raw. Even Missy makes me wrap it—and she’s on the fuckin’ pill.”

Stepping up to the plate, Travis inserted a finger into my already-lubed hole, giving a low whistle upon discovering that my warm, wet cunt was ripe and ready for him. Withdrawing his finger, his hands went to my hips, gaining purchase as he prepared to—WHAM—his big cock was suddenly inside me.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” Travis exclaimed, grinding his cock inside me in a circular motion as he opened and stretched my hole.

“Push it in all the way,” I commanded. “See how far you can go.”

“Holy fuck,” he marveled, thrusting all the way inside my endless void, his balls mashed against my accommodating hole. “I’ve never been able to go balls deep in pussy.”

“I bet you’ll find my hole can do a lot more than pussy,” I winked back at him.

Taking up the challenge, Travis moved his hands to my shoulders and began to pummel my ass. Damn, the boy had some moves—alternating with deep and shallow thrusts as he began to own my ass. The whole bed shook as he pounded my cunt to a pulp. His strength was incredible. I’d never been fucked with such driving intensity.

Wrapping his arms around my torso, Travis pushed his body into mine. Missy’s class ring, hanging from the chain on his neck, was grazing my back with each thrust of his cock. I wondered what she would think if she knew her beloved boyfriend had his big dick up my ass. As Travis continued his assault on my hole, jackhammering the shit out of me, I imagined him fucking Missy with a condom, prohibited from seeding her in the way he would soon seed me—almost immediately, in fact.

As if on cue, Travis’s breathing intensified. “Fuck, dude. I’m ‘bout to bust,” he warned urgently. Bucking like a bronco, his body thrashed as his cock pulsed and released his warm load in my depths. “FUCK … SHIT,” he grunted, collapsing on top of me as his balls emptied.

We stayed that way on the bed, our sweaty bodies melded as one, until Travis finally pushed himself up, withdrawing himself from me, his cum dripping onto the sheet from my wrecked hole.

“I like your apartment,” Travis announced, sitting up and taking in my bedroom as he stroked my back. “I need to move out of my parents’ house. You think you might want a roommate?”

“Definitely,” I answered, trying to hide my excitement. “But this is a one-bedroom unit. We’d have to share the bed.”

“I see no problem in sharing a bed,” Travis replied, rolling me over onto my back as he spread my legs and pushed his big cock back inside my used, cummy hole.

Lisa come out of their room “I’ve gotta get to work early,” kissed her boyfriend, Steve, on the side of his head, and turned to me. “See you tonight,” and headed out the door.

Steve was so engrossed in whatever was on his phone he didn’t really say anything to her and looked up when the door closed. “Did Lisa leave?”

“Damn Steve, you’re a lousy boyfriend,” I laughed. “She said she had to get to work early.”

“Oh shit," but just shrugged his shoulders. "Oh well, I had to get this email out,” he chuckled.

He continued to type, and I continued to watch.

"You know..." he started while still looking at his phone.

He didn't continue and I prompted him, "What?"

"I didn't get a chance to get off this morning," he stated as he still continued to type into his phone.

I was a little taken aback by his statement. "Yeah? And? Why are you telling me that?"

"Just thought you'd want to help me out," he added as if he was talking about the weather.

"What about Lisa, she's your girlfriend?"

"What does that have to do with anything," Steve laughed. "I just want a blowjob, I didn't ask you out on a date," he added as he stepped closer and dropped the towel from around his waist. He finally looked up from his phone. "Come on, it's just a blow job."

Well... with his dick practically in my face, I had to admit it made sense. I loved dick... he needed a bj... what could be simpler.

"Yes!" he practically yelled as I grabbed his waist and pulled him in toward me as I moved forward on my chair.

I took his cock into my hand, stroked it a couple times. I could feel the blood pulsing as it started to stiffen. I took him into my mouth, licking the bulbous head, savoring the sweat nectar that was oozing from his piss slit.

"Oh yeah man, feels fucking awesome," he groaned out. He then put a hand on the back of my head and pulled me in a little further. He did that with each bob of my head. After just a couple minutes, I had the whole length, all 7 inches of now rock-hard meat, down my throat.

I held there for a second, massaging his cock with my throat muscles, loving the taste and texture of his tool. He relaxed his hold, and I pulled off a little, then dove back down taking it to the root again.

"Holy fuck... god damn... awesome... suck my dick man," he uttered as I continue to take long turns up and down his cock. I could feel his cock grow harder as his breathing hitched a little. He was nearing his climax, and I was anxious to taste his seed.

"You want my load? Want me to nut in your mouth?" he sorta asked. I'm sure it wasn't really a question, and I certainly wasn't going to let him pull out. I really started sucking, slobbering up and down, putting good suction the whole length of his cock, swirling my tongue around his swelling cockhead.

"Yeah... I'm gonna... gonna... FUCK," he bellowed as his cock shot out several squirts of his musky load. I could feel the cum tube at the base of his cock as it pulsed in my mouth. "mmmm," was all I could mumble as I savored his juice.

His body did a couple spasms as his cockhead got sensitive and I reluctantly released him from my mouth.

"Wow... thanks," he said a little breathlessly.

"No... thank you," I grinned up at him as I wiped my lips, moving some excess cum to my mouth.

"Now I can get on with my day," he said with a sigh of relief.

Before I could stop myself, I replied "Anytime," as I blushed.

He laughed while picking up his towel, slinging it over his shoulder and heading to Lisa's room. He stopped before disappearing into the room, looked at me and added "I'll be taking you up on that."

Paul was a great guy and a fucking hunk. My sister was so fucking lucky to have this guy. Luckily for me, I lived not too far from them in Chicago so I got to see them regularly. Paul and I would occasionally take in a ball game or hit a brewery. We also went to the same gym and I know he caught me staring at him a few times in the locker room. He'd just grin and flex a little for me. I shake my head and smile and try not to get hard right there in front of him. My body wasn't as tight as his, and he worked as a sport therapist. I think keeping a super fit bod was part of his job.

Anyway... back to that Thanksgiving. Paul, my sister and I drove down to southern Indiana on Wednesday. We'd stay with Mom and Dad in our old rooms. My other 2 sisters lived in town with their families. After Thursday's over abundant meal and staying up watching football and then a movie, I was exhausted and was planning on sleeping in. But at 5am my sisters and mother kept getting louder as they arrived and got ready for the big day. I put my head under my pillow and groaned.

I tried to get back to sleep after they left, but wasn't having any luck, and then my phone started dinging with a couple text messages.

"Did you go back to sleep?" was the first message from Paul followed by "I'm wide awake now."

I quickly texted back "Who can sleep after all that noise," with a laughing emoji.

“Wanna come to my room?” was Paul’s next text.

I was starting to text a response when a pic popped up. My mouth fell open as I gazed at a selfie of Paul, sheet pushed down to his crotch, his full chest and abs on display, one bicep flexed. I looked closer and I could see most of his cock with the head was hidden under the sheet.

“Come on, don’t you want to take a closer look, we’ve got a few hours before the girls get back.”

I practically jumped out of bed, grabbed a pair of gym shorts, and rushed, as quietly as I could, down the hall to their room.

I lightly knocked on the door and heard Paul chuckle before responding "Get your ass in here."

I quickly go inside, just in my boxer briefs, still holding my shorts in my hand. I stopped dead in my tracks at the sight of Paul, naked, fully exposed, his cock semi-hard. “Fuck…,” I moaned out. “What…?”

“I’ve seen the way you look at me, I know you want to touch… taste. It’s written all over your face, and your cock has gotten rock-hard in the last 10 seconds,” he said with a grin looking at my crotch.

I didn’t even realize it, but he was right, my cock was painfully hard and very evident, poking out to the left. A 6.5 inch solid ridge of cock, betraying my desire for my sister’s husband. I blushed, worried I had step over a line, but Paul just flicked his head, a come here motion.

“And take those off, I want to see all of you too,” he almost whispered as I approached the bed. I quickly slid off my briefs and crawled into bed with Paul.

I looked him up and down, his cock was now fully hard. Had I done that to him? I looked at him a little questioningly. He just shrugged.

“You look at me with such hunger, devotion, lust… Lib doesn’t do that anymore. Your desire for me is such a turn-on.”

I placed a hand on his stomach, ran it up to his pecs, tweaking each nipple before slipping down… down… feeling his abs as I continued to watch his face. We never took our eyes off each other. I went lower, feeling his pubes. My hand bumped into his prick, I had to turn to look at it. My God! It was magnificent. Thick and veiny, a beautiful cut head, dark circumcision scar, dark pubes, probably 7 inches, my hands encircled it feeling its weight and solidness. The head was leaking a steady stream of vicious liquid, I had to taste it.

I looked at Paul, “Can I…?” I started, but his eyes were wild with desire. Without saying a word, he placed a hand on the back of my head and gently pushed me toward his groin.

I took a quick lick of the tip, tasting his essence, savoring the flavor of both his cock and precum. Fuck… I moaned and moved lower to first lick his balls. Paul spread his legs wider and the hairless orbs hung low, almost to the sheet. I lick and tasted, fuck. I took deep whiffs of his musk, FUCK…

I positioned myself between his outstretched legs so that I could look at him as I treated his balls with reverence. Small moans escaped his lips before he took his cock and pushed it forward so that it now rubbed against my forehead. “Please, suck me.”

He sounded as desperate as I felt. I had to have him in my mouth. I slobbered on the head, then closed my lips around the spongy mass. I don't know if my sister ever gave him head, but I was going to show him I was way better.

God his meat tasted so good and the musky odor was driving me crazy. Paul was moaning little "fuck yeah" and "suck it" while his hand rested on top of my head. He wasn't pusing me down yet, but I knew when the time came he'd hold me down tight on his prick.

I took his full length down my throat, my nose nestled in his wiry pubes. "FUCK..," Paul practically screamed. I grinned to myself, I loved giving guys that type of response. His cock felt good in my throat but I had to breathe and pulled back out, my eyes watering a little.

“Are you gonna swallow?” he almost begged. I didn’t respond just kept sucking this hunk’s cock. “Fuck, I wanna cum in your mouth.” There was no where else his load was going to go. I wanted it as bad as he wanted to give it to me. “Yeah… getting close.”

I could feel his cock expand, a telltale sign of an impending orgasm. His breathing was ragged and he was almost whimpering. I knew I’d have my reward soon.

“Yeah… oh yeah… here… it….” As his cock started to pulse, his hand pushed me down further. “FUCK,” he almost screamed. His body spasmed as his cock continue to pulse and spill a heavy load into my mouth. His creamy sperm filling my mouth with it’s musky salty goodness. Fuck, this is the best part.

Finally Paul’s grip on my head relaxed and I pulled a little off his softening tool. “Oh fuck man, you’re the best. That was fucking amazing,” he said a little out of breath. I just licked his cock grinning up at him as I cleaned up what little I had let escape my mouth.

After we both caught our breath I realized my cock was still rock-hard. I still had a hand on his shaft as I lazily stroked him, he wasn’t going soft, which gave me a wicked thought.

“Do you have any lube? I asked, like it was the most natural thing to ask my brother-in-law.

“No?” he answered, seeming a little confused on why I was asking.

“I do, I’ll be right back,” and I rushed out of the room.

I was gone just a few seconds, Paul was still a little confused as he watched me come back in, closing and locking the door. He was still flat on his back and all I could think was I wanted to ride him.

“I want you to fuck a load out of me,” I told him matter of factly as I climbed on the bed and straddled his hips, his eyes going wide as I applied lube to my hole and then to his cock.

“You’re gonna let me fuck you raw? Oh fucking hell!” He sounded elated at the prospect.

“Not only are you gonna fuck me raw, you’re gonna dump your load deep in my ass, gonna breed my tight hole,” and to add to his impending pleasure I added “From here on out, your loads go in my mouth or up my ass,” I stated as I stared at him hungrily.

Josh and I had been friends since we were about 5. We grew up in the same neighborhood, attended the same schools, were in the same graduating class. We even went to the same college. Our families knew each other fairly well. Not that our parents were best friends, but we did do the occasional BBQ together.

I probably knew I was gay about the time I hit puberty. Josh and fooled around a couple times, but it really wasn’t his thing and he was definitely more interested in girls. He didn’t seem to care that I was interested in guys and we always remained friends. My interest turned more toward older guys, men, masculine men. By the time I was a senior in high school I was always scoping out the guys that were in his 40s, 50s or 60s. My teachers, coaches, and a lot of my friends dads were objects of my fantasies. In college I acted on my urges and had sex with a couple professors, one of the baseball coaches. Father’s weekend was my favorite. All the hunky dads would be on campus and my Grindr would be blowing up with guys looking for head from a college student.

But back home, one of my favorite men was Josh’s dad, Rick. The man was so fucking handsome, his hairy chest was a salt & pepper mix that I fantasized about running my fingers through. He’d grown a scruffy beard that looked fantastic, I often wondered what it would feel like kissing him or if he would eat my ass. Just the thought would send goosebumps up and down my spine.

A few months ago during the summer, Josh and I were hanging out, just goofing around in the pool when Rick came to the door and called out to us “You two aren’t doing anything productive, so you’re gonna help me with the yard and cleaning up the garage”. Josh let out a groan, but dutifully headed out of the pool and I followed suit, seeing as I felt like one of the family I figured I could help out.

We found Rick in the garage, getting the mower ready. “Good, Josh, you mow the lawn, Mark you can help me organize stuff in here.” I was only eager to help out in the garage and spend time with this hunky man, did I forget to mention he was shirtless and his old shorts hung low on his hips. I swear I could see the start of his pubes and the top of his ass crack. i don’t think he was wearing any underwear.

My cock was chubbing up just watching the play of muscles as he moved boxes away from the wall. We assembled a shelving unit and then start putting things back in place. His arms were getting a nice pump from all the lifting and moving. I’d taken my shirt off as well as we worked up quite a sweet in the warm garage. “Let’s take a break for a second” Rick said as he opened the garage refrigerator and got out a couple of cold bottles of water.

We were in the back of the garage, Rich was leaning against a workbench and I was just standing there, looking at him. As he tilted the bottle to his mouth and looked up while drinking, my eyes ravaged his body. From the nape of his neck down to the low slung shorts, that were sliding even lower on his hips showing off even more of his pubes. I examined each nipple and the outline of his chest, the exposed hair in his pit. I could see the sheen of sweet that covered his torso and the small drops that ran down toward the sweat soaked shorts. The flimsy material revealed the head of his cock pushing forward.

“What are you waiting for?” Rick asked.

“What?” I asked confused. What did he mean?

Rick then unbuttoned the top button on shorts and with a little tug they fell to the floor. I was right, he was going commando! “Do I need to spell it out for you?” Rick asked rather impatiently. “You’ve been staring at my junk all afternoon, in fact, this past year you can’t seem to take your eyes off my piece. I know you want a taste.”

I blushed deep red, thinking I’d been a little more subtle, but here was the man that inspired many jack-off sessions, offering his cock to me, and, damn it was a gorgeous piece of meat. I knew I had to act quickly or I might never get the chance again. I took two steps toward Rick and dropped to my knees, grasping his semi-hard member and giving it a couple strokes as I dipped my head to his balls and starting licking and sucking those large orbs. I knew they were full of his cum and I wanted him to flood my mouth badly.

“That’s it, lick those sweaty balls, fuck that feels good. Now get on my dick, you gotta suck me off before Josh finishes mowing.” Rick said with urgency.

I immediately took the cut head of his cock into my mouth, savoring the sweat nectar that was oozing from his piss slit. I wish I had time to really show him a good blow job, but I figure we only had a few minutes. I went to work, using my mouth and hand to stoke his fire, getting him primed and ready to feed me a big load.

“Ahhh, that’s right, suck that cock. Fuuuuck that’s good” Rick urged me on. I could feel his cock start to throb and I knew my reward was going to be coming soon. “Gonna blow boy, swallow every drop of my nut… yeah… here… it… FUCK-DAMN… hell” Rick was roaring as he unloaded his creamy, salty juice onto my tongue and down my throat. With my lips tight around his cock I marveled as I could feel each pulse and throb of his cock as he deposited more. I swallowed several times to keep up with the volume of his seed.

As if on cue, we could hear the sound of the lawn mower coming closer. I quickly stood, wiping the spit and cum off my lips as Rick pulled up and tucked his softening cock into his shorts, trying to arrange it so as to not be real obvious. We got back to work about the same time Josh pushed the mower into the garage. “Yard’s done” he announced.

“Good, now take the edger and do a quick pass around the edges. We’ll be done in here in about 30, then I’ll grill up some burgers and we’ll hang by the pool.” Rick told us as he helped Josh get the edger going.

As Josh left the garage I looked around and was thinking we were pretty much done. “What do you want me to help with now?” I asked.

“We’re done out here, let’s get inside, you can suck me off again, you’re a damn good cocksucker and I need to blow another load.”

Rick and I quickly went inside and he stood in the kitchen, he could see out the window to where Josh was moving slowly around the back of the yard. “This will do” he stated as he unbuttoned his shorts and they dropped to the floor. For someone that had just cum not more than 5 minutes ago his cock was already half hard and ready to go. I knelt in front of him, taking his cock in one hand, giving it a few slow tugs as I went back to his balls. Those egg sized orbs covered in a dusting of hair and some of my spit from earlier, fit perfectly in my mouth. I sucked on his balls for a couple minutes, getting them primed to release another copious load of his jizz.

“You like those balls don’t you?”

I pulled away, smiled up “Fuck yeah” which got a laugh out of Rick.

“Well don’t spend too long on those, I’ve got another load for you to swallow.” I grinned up at him and move to his cock.

I took it a little slower this time as I bobbed my head on his hard prick, savoring the leaking juices, his musky taste, the hard firm shaft compared to the softer spongier head. I was taking a few inches, then the whole thing, burying my nose in his heady smelling pubes as Rick let out a loud “Shit, fucking take the whole thing, DAMN!” I grinned to myself thinking I’d impressed this man.

I sucked and slobbered all over his cock, letting it slide in and out of my throat with ease. I’d pull off and lick up and down the sides, tracing my tongue over his veins, tonguing the underside, then tonguing his gapping piss slit. I was giving him my best effort, I wanted him to come back for more.

“Oh fuck Mark, your mouth is so fucking hot. You like this dad dick don’t you? You want my load again, gonna give you another real soon. Get my spunk down in your stomach to join the first batch.”

After just a couple more minutes, I could hear a roar building up from down deep “Uhhhh… AHHHH… FUCK-DAMN, EAT IT… take it… take my load boy.”

His cock pulsed and spasmed, shooting off 6 or 7 times, filling my mouth with his warm salty nut. I was amazed that he could shoot another big load so quickly. I kept my lips tightly wrapped around his dick as his body shook and quivered. I continued to kneel there looking up and watching all the emotions run through his face as he dumped his second load into his son’s best friend’s mouth. I let his cock slide from my mouth and licked off any remaining spooge and spit.

“That was fucking awesome.” Rick said as we pulled ourselves together. “Just in time to, Josh is headed to the garage.”

We went back to the garage and meet Josh as he was coming in. “Okay guys, go get your suits back on and I’ll fire up the grill.”

About 30 minutes later, we were sitting down to some great burgers, but all I could think of was Rick’s hot cock, wondering when I’d get another taste.

As we finished up Rick said “Josh, go check the skimmers and get the grill put away, meet you outside in 10 min. Mark, help me clean this up.”

As soon as Josh left the room, Rick whispered “I got another load for you.” I let out a low moan in anticipation as we quickly cleared the table and put everything in the sink.

Once again, Rick stood in the kitchen, but this time he just pulled his cock out of started jerking off, keeping an eye on Josh outside. I quickly knelt, opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue.

“Oh fuck yeah. Just like that.” Rick groaned as he stroked his cock with a frenzy. “Fuck you look so good like that. Do you want my load? This dad cum?”

“Ohh fuck yeah… give it to me.” I begged.

It didn’t take him long and Rick was again shooting a load into my open mouth, some hit my face, coating my left cheek with a big glob, but most he was able to aim directly onto my tongue. This load was smaller and the consistency more watery, but it was still delicious. As he squirts stopped I took the head into my mouth to take in any remaining load.

Rick took his dick and pushed some of the load on my cheek into my mouth. “God damn” he said and patted me on the head and tucked his cock away.

From that day forward I was often in the room when they were changing and watching their growing bodies as they got older. I loved the way they looked and wanted to be jocks just like them. I don’t think I was going to be as tall as them, but I could be just as fit.

By the time I entered high school, I was a good swimmer, with broad shoulders and a small waist. I grew to 5-10, just a couple inches short of them. Brian was 6 ft, and a ginger. I loved looking at his bush whenever he stripped off his clothes. Matt was the same height but with darker features, dark hair and eyes. He had a five o’clock shadow by noon. I idolized the two of them but they never let it get out of hand.

Brian got married when I was 16, Matt was his best man and I was one of the groomsmen. I was very happy for him, but secretly hoped it wouldn’t stop us from being close, or stop my chances of seeing his cock.

Things changed of course. Matt took a job in Chicago and Brian and Jenny were being newlyweds. Brian would occasionally call and take me to a Pacers or Colts game, just the two of us, but it wasn’t the same. I tried to sneak peeks at his junk in the men’s room, and if no one was around I think he let me catch a glimpse on purpose. He’d finish peeing and would turn and talk to me as he shook off the last drops.

I was 21, living at home while going to the local college, when Brian and Jenny started having problems, he started coming around more often, getting advice from my dad and mom. Mom & Dad privately agreed that Jenny was the problem. When things got worse for them, Mom offered Brian Matt’s old room. I was pretty stoked having Brian with us, with the added bonus that we’d be sharing a bathroom. I’d hoped things wouldn’t be awkward, back to way things were when I was younger, and I’d get to see him naked.

The bathroom we’d be sharing was one of those Jack and Jill style, private for us, with access only from our two bedrooms. From my place at my desk I could see through the bathroom and into Matt’s room. Matt usually kept the door open and I got to see him naked many times, I was hoping Brian would do the same.

I heard Brian enter Matt’s old room and drop a bunch of stuff on the bed. I watched as he moved around his room, putting things away, he’d come into view near the bed, but I lost sight of him when he moved to the closet or the dresser. He noticed me, and I’m sure he noticed I was watching him. “How’s it going Mark?” He asked as he still moved around his room

“Good, working on a final project.” After putting a few more things away he came to my doorway and just stood there, looking at me. I must have blushed. It was like he was just noticing me for the first time.

“I’ve gotten a little sweaty, going to take a shower” he announced as he still stood there looking at me. He first kicked off his shoes and pulled off his socks while leaning on my door frame. Then his shirt came off, I completely forgot what I was doing, I just sat there, mouth open, looking him up and down, devouring him with my eyes.

He still hadn’t moved from my doorway. He wanted me to watch, he was being very purposeful in what he was doing. He next stuck his thumbs into the waistband of his athletic shorts, and slowly started to push them down. He was going agonizingly slow as I watch more of his skin exposed, then the top of his red bush. He stopped there for a second and just looked at me. I’d look him in the eyes for a second, then back at his crotch. I felt like it had been ages since I’d seen his prick.

He stayed like that for what seemed like an eternity, then he finally pushed them off his hips and they fell to his feet. I marveled at his exposed cock and low hanging balls and watched as he did what all guys do after taking off their underwear; tugging and pulling on his prick and balls, freeing them to the air. I couldn’t do anything but grin as I watched. He stood there for a minute or two, not saying a word, before he move toward the shower and turned it on. I got a good view of his round bubble butt now, with its light dusting of red hairs and the very furry crack between his cheeks. I wondered for the umpteenth time what he would taste like; his balls, his cock, his ass, his cum.

He turned back from the shower and again looked at me. I noticed his cock seemed a little plumper and slightly elevated from his crotch. My prick was rock-hard in my jeans. Then he did the unthinkable, he held out his hand to me and said “Let’s take a shower”

I blinked a couple times wondering if I heard him correctly and all he did was motion me with his hands to “come on”. I almost came right then. I stood up quickly and just as quickly stripped off my clothes. I didn’t want to look over eager but wasn’t going to give him time to reconsider. Once naked, my hard cock pointing to the sky, I took his hand and he lead me to the big walk in shower.

I stepped in first and Brian followed me in. He took my shoulders and turned me into the shower spray “Get your hair wet” he said while getting some shampoo from the bottle. I did as told and then I felt the most amazing thing, Brian’s hands on my head, washing my hair and massaging my scalp. I was melting right there. My cock was fully erect and I wondered if this contact was having the same effect on Brian.

“Rinse” he said as he pushed my head down a little and into the spray. I could sense Brian was close behind me, and I was tempted to step back into him to see if I could make body contact. But then I felt his warm breath on my ear and a gentle kiss and nibble on my earlobe, followed by his chest against my back and finally his erect dick nestled into the crack of my ass. I shuddered in delight as he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me back into him. “Damn Mark, you feel so nice” he whispered into my ear.

Brian turned us so he was now in the spray and his back was to me. Brian quickly washed his hair as I marveled at his backside, wondering what I should do, if I could run my hands over his body or wrap my arms around him. Before I made a move, Brian was rinsing his hair and then quickly turned off the water. He turned to face me and for the very first time I got to see his fully erect cock. I let a low moan and wondered if this was all a dream.

“Let’s take this to the bed” Brian whispered in my ear. All I could do was nod in agreement.

We got out of the shower and I grabbed a towel from the rack. Brian grabbed the other, but instead of drying himself off, he started rubbing all over my back, then turning me so we faced each other. God, he was so handsome, his body magnificent, and his dick, just perfect and it was fully hard, curved and pointing to the sky. He was drying my front and I decided to do the same to him.

Once dry and the towels dropped, we stood there looking at each other. I looked him in the eye as he moved closer, his hands now on my waist, pulling me in even closer so now our hard cocks bumped into each other. He then tilted his head slightly, I almost gasped, I couldn’t believe his was moving in for a kiss. I almost passed out when his lips touched mine. Soft at first, gentle, then his tongue came forward, pushing into my mouth. I was surprised I didn’t cum right on the spot. One hand came to the back of my head while the other came around my back, pulling me in tight, as we really started kissing. I was melting in his embrace, electricity coursing thorough my body as this hunk, my crush, held me tight, kissed my lips, my cheeks, nibbled on my earlobes and neck.

Next thing I knew, Brian scooped me up and carried me to his bed. “I need to be in you Mark,” he said with a throaty whisper. He pushed my thighs toward my chest, making my ass rise up and exposed my slightly hairy crack to his view. “Fuck,” he moaned as his eyes zeroed in on his target.

“I’ve only…,” I started before he cut me off.

“I’ve never, but have thought about you, your body, your ass for a while. I’ll go easy,” he quietly said and then moved in closer to kiss one ass cheek then the other before I felt the tentative flick of his tongue on my pucker.

“Oh…,” I groaned out and his tonge got more insistent, his stubbled chin moving over my sensitive skin as he started to feast on my ass.

“Uh… fu…,” I barely got out as I felt his tongue probe my rosebud, teasing it open as he pushed his face harder into my crack. I grabbed my legs under my knees and pulled then further to my chest, helping to spread my ass further.

Brian finally came up for air, face covered in his own spit, with a dazed look on his face and repeated his earlier request, “I need to be in you Mark.”

All I could do was nod, words were failing me. Matt reached to his nightstand and pulled out a small bottle of lube. He quickly squirted a small glob on my hole and more to his cock. I was still holding my legs as he took started using a couple fingers to spread the lube around, pushing it in to my waiting hole. With his other hand he spread the lube on his cock getting it all nice a slick.

He teased my hole for a minute or two with his fingers, sliding one, then two in, using a twisting motion, getting my hole primed for the next step. Brian looked me in the eye, raised up a little, and aimed his cock toward my entrance.

His eyes went back and forth. Watching my expression, then shifting to watch his cock as the very tip started to push in. There was a little resistence and I pushed out a little and his the head of his raw, engorged cock slipped in, past the outer ring. He quickly looked at my face again, making sure I was okay.

My eyes never left his face, watching his expressions. His mouth was in a O as he watched his cock disappear into me, then the grin as he saw how much I was enjoying his stiff prick moving deeping in.

“Holy fuck…,” he groaned out as his pubes finally nestled against my ass. He was now fully impaled in my hole. “Tight, so tight,” he sorta mumbled before he checked with me “Okay?”

“Yeah, fuck me,” I almost begged.

Matt grinned and started to move his hips, slow, short strokes at first, then getting a little stronger and longer. I let go of my legs and wrapped them around his waist, he lowered his body and was now laying fully on me as his hips pushed his cock deep into me. Brian wrapped his arms under me pulling me closer to him as our lips met in a intimate kiss.

I’ve never been fucked like this before, the intimacy, passion, joy was evident in our kisses and the looks he gave me as he searched my eyes. I couldn’t keep the grin off my face as his cock move in and out of my depths. My prick was trapped between us, leaking pre-cum, coating both of our firm stomachs.

“Oh fuck, Mark, you feel so nice. Warm and tight. Fuck…,” as he continued thrusting into me. “Not gonna last much longer,” he right into my ear as he kissed the side of my face and neck.

“Cum in me, Brian, cum in me,” I begged.

Brian’s eyes went wide and I think my request pushed him over the edge. “Oh God, I’m going to cum in you babe, going to fill you up,” He pratically screamed as he thrust in a couple more times. I pushed my stomach into his, mashing my slick to his abs, as I rode his orgasm, pushing me toward my own. Brian watched my face as my eyes went wide and my mouth went into a wide O as my cock erupted between us, spewing multiple squirts of my warm, creamy load.

Brian moved to kiss me again as our orgasms faded, holding me close as I wrapped my arms around him and tried to pull him closer. His cock remained firm as he rocked it slowly, in and out of my tender and slick hole.

“Fuck Mark, that was amazing, you’re amazing,” he told me between kisses. “I love you little guy, probably have for a while,” he quietly said as he kissed my neck and earlobe.

I took his face in my hands and moved him so we were looking into each other’s eyes. I scanned them, making sure I fully understood what he was saying. I just grinned at him and pushed my ass back onto his still firm cock. “I’ve love you for a long time Brian,” and we meet in a deep passionate kiss as he started pushing in and out, his cock growing to a steel rod inside me.

One of the guys was really handsome, somewhere in his 30s, and I swear he kept flirting with me, always making eye contact when I approached, eyes looking me up and down. Or I’d catch him looking at me from across the room. He was pretty confident in himself and he deserved to be. He really filled out his suit nicely and the way he sat at the table I got a good view of an ample crotch.

"You gentlemen having a good time" I asked the table.

"We are, but I think we need another round." said an older gentleman who I assumed he was the man in charge.

The flirter announced "I've gotta hit the bathroom" to his crew and turned to me "where's the restroom?" he asked as he stood up.

Standing the dude was even hotter as now I could see the whole package. He was probably 6'1", with a small waist and broad shoulders. His arms filled out the suit nicely, he wasn't busting the seams, but I'm sure he spent some time each week working out.

"I'll show you the way," I stated casually and started walking toward the kitchen and bathroom area. I looked back at him as I walked away and noticed his eyes were on my butt and he had a mischievous grin on his face.

I stopped when we got to the hallway that lead to the restrooms and pointed down the hall. "Just on your right," I said and started to turn, but the handsome hunk was quickly by my side, took my left hand that was down by my side and promptly placed it on his crotch. My eyes shot wide open, not just from the audacity of this man, but the solid mass I was now feeling. Fuck his cock was already half hard!

"Wanna taste?" he whispered before heading down the hallway, looking over his shoulder. I struggled for just a second and quickly followed. I couldn't pass the opportunity up. I pulled open the door and he was standing in the open handicap stall with a big smirk on his face. I’m sure I looked like a cock slut, but who could blame me, the dude was hot.

I quickly disappeared into the stall and made sure it was latched before stepping into the back corner so no one could see my feet or knees. Hot guy, I don’t know what else to call him since we hadn’t exchanged names, was opening up his slacks and pulled his semi hard prick from his boxers.

Fuck it was a beaut! Thick cut helmet shaped head, shaft was nicely proportioned with veins running up the side. “Hate to rush you, but we both don’t have much time, so… “.

I dropped quickly to a squat and took the head into my mouth savoring his salty flavor and smelling his musky odor. But time was wasting, I needed to get his seed quickly so we could back without to much notice. I used all my cock sucking skills and really went to town. I made short time of getting his shaft slick so I could run it down my throat. Small whimpers came from above as he was obviously enjoying my ministration. Usually I like to suck a guy off using just my mouth, but I grabbed his now rock hard prick and sucked and stroked him at the same time. It had the expected results and soon the guy was muttering “oh fuck… oh fuck…, “ and just like that he grabbed the back of my head and pulled me in as his cock expanded and then started pulsing as he shot several squirt of his thick warm cum into my mouth. I swallowed all of, maybe thinking I didn’t want to get any on his slacks, but really I never want to waste any cum.

I felt him let go of my head and I pulled off his cock, swallowed his seed and then stroked a couple times to milk out the last of his remaining nut and licked him clean. “Fuck dude, that was awesome,” he grinned down at me as he started to pull himself together. “Matt, by the way,” he said as he zipped up and waited for me to straighten up so we could exit. “Tom,” I replied, which was obvious since I’d introduced myself when I took their table.

“I’m at the hotel across the street, room 810, if you wanna…,” he said leaving the last part unsaid.

I almost screamed, put calmly said, “I’m off at 10:00, is that okay.”

“Perfect he said with a big grin, then gave me a quick kiss before opening the door. He gave himself a quick review in the mirror before heading back to his table. I did the same and quickly headed to the kitchen to make sure I wasn’t missed.

It seemed we’d gotten away with our quick interlude, no one noticed in the kitchen and it didn’t appear anyone suspected anything at his table. His table left about an hour later with everyone having another drink, except Matt, who gave me subtle wink. I knew he was going to be in good shape by the time I got to his room.

That evening was better than I ever thought it would be. Matt was relaxed and we took our time. I was expecting him to be anything but a horny frat boy turned finance exec, but he was attentive and sexy as fuck when you got him naked. We fucked the whole night and I do mean the whole night.

We started in a hot 69 that progressed to him eating my ass and me begging to get fucked. He went from slow and steady to rough and plowing my ass. My prostrate was screaming as I released my first load into the air, landing on my face and chest as he slammed his load deep into my bowels. He collapsed onto me and we laid there panting, my load slicking us both up. I thought that was the end and was about to make a move to the bathroom to clean up, when he scooped up some of my cum and started to lube my dick, slowly and sensually, stroking me while he nibbled on my neck and earlobes (which is a huge errogenous zone for me. Then he scooped up some more cum and reached around behind himself. My eyes went wide when I realized he was lubbing up his hole. My cock sprang to full erection as I watched this hunk straddle my hips, aim my cock at his hole, and slowly slide down my pole.

“Fuck…, “ I growled out. My senses were overwhelmed. Sight, sound, touch, smell… they were all active.

“Damn,” Matt moaned out as he bottomed out on my cock. He sat there for a couple moments, just rocking a little massaging my cock with his internal muscles. I reached up, running my hands up and down slightly hairs chest and abs. I gripped his biceps and he flexed a little and smirked at me as he bent forward and kissed me with passion. We moaned into each other’s mouth as he started to raise and lower himself, fuck himself, on my cock. He move into an upright position and his powerful thighs moved him up and down.

After several minutes of this assault on my senses I breathlessly stated “I’m… gonna… cum…” Matt moaned out, “Yeah, seed me.” Before my eyes rolled back in my head, I saw Matt grab still rigid cock and give it a couple tugs and we let out a howl at the same time. His seed splattering all over my chest and face, my load being deposited deep inside. We both spasmed and shook as our orgasms swept through us.

As my eyes focused again on this hunk sitting on my prick, I just grinned thinking I’d won the lottery. We’d each deposited a load into each other, and I could feel his leaking out of me and mine was leaking out of him onto my pubes.

I looked at the clock and it was already 1 AM. “Stay,” Matt said quietly above me. I just nodded and then laughed a little “But we need a shower.”

Matt looked down at my cum covered torso and nodded his agreement. Matt gingerly raised up, letting my softening member slide out of him. As he got off the bed he held out his hand and helped me stand up.

It was one of those newer hotels with a big walk-in shower. We kissed and ran our hands all over each other bodies. Matt turned very sensuous as he soaped up my body, washing my hair, feeling my muscles a as I felt his. His soapy hands ran up and down my crack several times, and I moaned out my pleasure as one, then two fingers entered me. I felt more of his cum run down my leg as he slowly fingered my now loose chute. I don’t know where I got the energy, but I turned my back to him, put my hands on the shower wall, arched my back to him and looked over my shoulder. He raised an eyebrow, questioning, but his hard cock was pushing into me again before I even responded.

A few moments later my somewhat smaller load was coating the wall of the shower as he deposited another in me. After extracting his prick he turned me to him, pulled me into a bear hug. God he felt good. I was only an inch shorter than Matt, and we pulled apart and gazed into each other eyes. “You need sleep,” I told him. Again he said “Stay.” I just nodded and we exited the shower and dried each other off.

We fell into bed and he grabbed me in his arms and pulled me close as he spooned behind me. It wasn’t a moment later I could tell the change in his breathing, and I was close behind.

I woke in the morning, a little confused as to where I was, but then felt the warm body behind me. He must have been awake already as he pulled me in close and I could feel his morning wood pushing into my backside. “Morning sleepyhead,” he whispered into my ear. I just grinned and pushed my ass back into him..

Saying goodbye to Brock seemed to overshadow the excitement of seeing my wife when I got back, but Brock and I had agreed to meeting up in a few months, so I had that to look forward to. I went about getting back into civilian life and returned to my job and my married routine, but I was constantly thinking of Brock. Hell, I was openly checking out the guys at CrossFit these days.

I was leaving a sweaty workout one day and needed to head home to shower since I forgot my change of clothes. That’s when Brock FaceTimed me.

“Hey, Brockle doodle do,” I gushed using one of my nicknames for him.

“Hey, baby!” He shot back with his deep voice and Southern twang. “You at the gym getting all sweaty for me?”

“Yeah, I just finished but forgot my bag, so I have to head home and shower,” I replied.

“So no shower and grab ass with the boys today?” He quipped.

“Not today,” I said.

“Well, head home and we can rub one out together on FaceTime,” Brock laughed. “Or is the wife home?”

“She’s home,” I said disappointed as my bulge swelled in my shorts as I sat in my car.

“How about a Quick Look at my favorite cock then?” Brock asked.

I aimed my phone at my crotch and gave him a few seconds to enjoy it.

“Damn, baby,” he smiled as he tugged on his own bulge before pulling his shorts down and letting me get a good look at his hard, thick 8-inch cut cock.

“Looks like you need to shoot a load,” I laughed.

“Jordan, you have no idea,” he said making a pained face before tucking his boner back in his shorts. “Listen, what would you think about coming for a long weekend? Would Kelly let you get away?” Brock asked with a hopeful grin.

“Yeah, let me work on that,” I replied as a smile spread across my face.

We talked about some dates and then I hung up and drove home in a great mood. I was so excited to be with Brock again, that Kelly immediately commented that I seemed to be in a good mood when I got back.

“Yeah, I got a call from Brock,” I said smiling. “He wants me to come visit.”

“Oh, that’s great!” Kelly exclaimed. “You should definitely go have some fun with your friend!”

I was excited that she was so supportive, so I gave Kelly a kiss and went to our room to shower. I hummed all through the shower as I thought about the trip. I also needed to shoot a load after thinking of Brock, but Kelly was in and out of the bathroom putting laundry away in the closet.

Two weeks later I was knocking on Brock’s door after taking an Uber from the airport. My heart was pounding as I waited for my best friend to answer the door. I heard the lock open and Brock answered the door in nothing but a towel held over his junk.

“Get the fuck in here!” He barked at me before we held each other in a tight embrace.

Brock smelled amazing as I held his freshly-showered muscles. I felt his chin on my shoulder before he was nuzzling his chin against my neck and then kissed my cheek.

“Come in,” he said pulling me into his apartment as I noticed his towel on the floor.

I brought my duffel in and looked at Brock in all of his naked glory before looking into his eyes.

“I’ve fucking missed you,” I said before we embraced again.

This time our embrace was more intimate as our faces rested against each other and my hands cupped Brock’s tight ass cheeks as he cupped mine. We pulled our heads apart and looked into each other’s eyes before we began to kiss. It was intense and carnal as we finally let the other know how we felt without actually saying the words.

Brock is an amazing kisser — just as I guessed in all of my late-night thoughts had predicted. He held my head in his hands as his tongue explored my hungry mouth. He pulled away and looked at me as he still held my head.

“I’ve wanted to kiss you for so long, baby,” he smiled.

“I know,” was all I said before he pulled me back in again.

It only took a few minutes of sporadic removal of my clothing before I was completely naked and erect in front of Brock. We’d seen each other naked on a daily — almost hourly basis in the past, but this time it was different.

“I’m ready to do all the nasty things we weren’t able to do to each other in the barracks,” Brock said.

“You want to eat my ass?” I asked looking at him.

“Fuck yeah, baby,” he said before patting his bed and watching me get on the end on all fours.

I could feel his breath on my ass and waited in anticipation for his tongue. It finally made contact with my hole as I began to moan loudly. I’d never been rimmed before, but it was quickly my new favorite sensation. Brock was a mad man as he seemed to know exactly what to do to make me feel good.

“You done this before?” I asked interrupting his own light moaning.

“Fuck yeah, baby,” I heard a smile in his voice before he went back to eating my butt.

I lost track of time as we both enjoyed the rimming, but I soon felt the need for Brock inside of me. I’d never taken a cock before, and my hole was begging for Brock’s meaty cock. I didn’t even get a chance to say anything before Brock sensed my need.

“Ready to go to pound town, Jordan?” He asked.

“You’re so fucking stupid,” I laughed. “Yes, rail my tight, hairy hole already.”

Brock was being careful with me — as careful as you can be when you just want your hard cock in a tight hole. He pushed in and held his dick in place while I caught my breath and got used to the feeling. In a minute or two he slowly began sliding his meat in and out of my slick lubed hole.

“That’s it, baby,” Brock whispered on my ear. “Take all of your man’s cock.”

“Fuck me harder, babe,” I moaned loudly. “This feels so fucking good!”