My Writing - NSFW. 18+

At the reception I was having a blast. I’d turned 21 last month and didn’t have to hide my drinks from Mom anymore. As the evening progressed I was getting pretty tipsy and I know I made some pretty flirty comments to a couple of Carter’s frat bros. Mind you, I’ve met most of these guys several times over the years and Carter always had my back. It only took one threat to punch anyone that made a homophobic remark and the guys treated me like any other little brother. But, tonight I might have pushed it a little too far. I saw a couple of the guys with their heads together, maybe talking about me, and decided I better reel it back in before I went too far.

As work was drawing to a close and everyone in my department was heading off to what I’m sure was a much more exciting weekend with spouses or partners or family or whatever, when my phone dings. I look at the notification and I see a message from Aaron. I swipe it open to read.

Aaron: “What are you doing this weekend”

Me: “Nothing, same old boring nothing”

Aaron: “Come on dude, you need to get out there, find someone to fuck or suck or just make out with.”

Me: “Ha! Not gonna happen, just gonna heat up some leftovers and watch the game.”

Aaron “What about…”

Then nothing for a minute. I’m about to text him back when a pic comes through.

My jaw almost hits the floor as the image sears into my brain. Aaron, lying in bed, hairy chest on display, one arm behind his head showing his armpit, that fucking armpit. The sheet is down below his navel, that gorgeous grin on his face. Fuck, I always thought he was hot, but we never did anything, not wanting to screw up our friendship. Well… we did have that one drunken night where we made out for a little bit, but it didn’t go any further. 10 years out of school and he is still looking good. Then I notice the pillows, the bed, the room.

Me: “What the hell?!?!? That’s my bed?!? Are you here?”

Aaron: “Why don’t you get your ass home and find out.”

I quickly close up my computer and practically run for the exit and my car. My commute is usually about 30 minutes this time of day, I think I made it home in 20. I barely remembered to close the garage door as I opened the door to my kitchen. “Aaron?” I called out.

“Back here.” I heard from down the hall.

I tried to walk calmly, but I know I was moving pretty quickly by the time I got to my bedroom door. And there he was, all 6’2” of gorgeous man, lying in bed. Lying in MY bed. The late afternoon light, filtered by the blinds, played across his exposed body. Fuck he was handsome.

Aaron and I meet our freshman year at college, living on the same dorm floor. We hit it off the first week with many shared interest, including our attraction to men. It wasn’t long before we were best buds, moving into our own apartment for the next 3 years. I was definitely attracted to him, and I think he was attracted to me, but after the once drunken night, we set up the “Rule”. Stupid rule that I think I suggested. We were really good friends and didn’t want to jeopardize things with sex. So the “Rule” was… No sex, no matter how desperate or drunk, no sex.

“What the fuck Aaron?” I gasped out as my eyes continued to sweep up and down his exposed body.

“Just wanted to see my best friend, and I think you needed to see me,” he said quietly. “The last few times we’ve talked or texted you’ve been so down.”

I just nodded my head and added, “Nothing ever seems to work out.”

Aaron holds out a hand, beckoning for me to come to the bed. I don’t really have to think about it too hard, and I start kicking off my shoes before climbing on the bed. Aaron and I have cuddled before so this wasn’t new. Okay, maybe a little new as Aaron is shirtless, maybe even naked under the covers. Why my mind went there I’m not quite sure, but I settled in on the covers and he pulled me in, spooning behind me, draping an arm across my chest.

“So…,” Aaron starts.

“Yeah?” I prompt him when the pause seems overly long.

“So you gonna tell me what’s going on with you?” he finishes.

I pause for a second, trying to think of what’s going on, why I’m so down. If I can’t tell Aaron, who else could I tell, he knows me so well. “I’m 30,” I start. “Single and…,” I pause for a second, “and I’m fucking lonely,” I finish quietly.

Aaron kissed the back of my head and pulled me in tighter. “Fuck Will, his stupid ass wouldn’t know a good thing if it bit him on the ass.”

I laughed. “True, but why do I keep finding these idiots?”

“You know…,” he started while putting a finger to my chin and pulling my face toward him. “Don’t you think it’s time we stopped the “Rule”?”

I snapped my head around but had to turn my body in his arms so I could face him completely, so I could look into those soulful brown eyes. “But…”

Aaron cut me off with “Christ Pete, don’t you think being best friends is a great place to start?” I could see the hope in his eyes, searching mine for a hint of something. And then, before I could respond, Aaron moved in and placed the most tender, sweet kiss on my lips.

“Fuck,” I whispered, my eyes never leaving his. “Really? Are you sure? You’re my best friend, I can’t lose that.”

“You won’t, I promise,” Aaron quietly said before moving in for another tender kiss. That kissed turned more passionate, mouths open, tongues sliding over teeth and entertwining. His free hand slide down my side, to my waistband of my slacks and started to pull my shirt out. “Too many clothes,” he mumbled before I realized I was still completely dressed. I practically jumped out of bed and soon my clothes were flying every which way. I really hadn’t looked at Aaron till I was ready to pull off my briefs. I tucked my thumb into the waistband and hesitated, finally looking up. Aaron was wide eyed looking at me with anticipation, waiting for me to reveal the last bit of my body. He’d seen me naked a lot when we lived together and shared a bathroom, but this was different. The look on his face made it very clear that this was different. His checks were flushed, pupils dilated, mouth open, his breathing shallow. God he look about to lose his mind.

“Damn Pete,” Aaron said as he continued to stare at my near naked body. “You’re so fucking hot.”

I blushed at the compliment and then could only gasp as Aaron got out of bed. “Fuck,” I moaned out as Aaron’s perfect body moved slowly towards me. He was completely naked and his cock was already rock hard, the tip glistened with a drop of pre-cum.

“Get those briefs off,” Aaron urged me.

I awoke from my trance and quickly pushed my briefs down and off. As soon as I straighten back up, Aaron was right in front of me. Our hard cocks bumping into each other. I wanted to take in the sight of him, study his form under new vision, but before I knew it Aaron wrapped his arms around me and our bodies crashed into each other. Fucking hell! The feel of his hairy muscular chest against my more smooth lean one felt so amazing. I swear sparks were flying every which way and I was afraid my head was going to explode.

“Finally,” Aaron almost whispered into my ear. “I’ve wanted to hold you like this since our freshman year.”

“Me too,” I squeaked out. “Just too afraid of losing you as a friend.”

“Trust me,” Aaron said and all I could do was nod, before he started kissing my neck, nibbling on my earlobe, kissing my cheek and finally kissing my lips again.

All of a sudden it was like a damn was breached. Our mouths were trying to devour each other. Our hands stroking and tweaking out backs, butts, shoulders, everything they could get their hands on.

“Bed,” I moan against his lips. Aaron surprised me by grabbing my ass and pulling me up. I wrapped my legs around his hips and arms around his shoulders as he carried to the bed. He tried to lay me down easily, in what I’m sure was supposed to be some romantic move, but he was a little out of balance and it turned more comical and he practically fell on top as he dropped me onto the bed.

“What the…” I almost screeched as I laughed out loud when his full weight fell on me.

“Oh shit,” Aaron sputtered out as he started laughing as well.

I watched the sparkle in his eyes and the blush on his cheek, a little from embarrassment, a lot from excitement. How have I keep this man at arms length for so long?

“Come here,” I said quietly as I spread my arms, and my legs, to welcome Aaron’s solid frame more onto me. Gods his weight felt so good, so right, as he settled into place, our cocks sliding against each other. In our new position we just stared into each other’s eyes. We were both grinning from ear to ear, eyes twinkling with delight. “Fuck you’re heavy,” I laughed out.

Aaron snorted and kissed my cheek, my forehead, before taking my earlobe between his teeth and then growled lowly, “and you love it.”

“I do,” was all I could add as I pulled him tighter, but allowed his mouth roam down my neck, kissing and biting the tender skin at my clavicle.

Aaron was about 4 inches taller and outweighed me by 30 lbs. He was solid and firm, I was more lean muscle. I could feel our cocks leaking against each other as he lay on top of me. We thrust against each other in the growing slimy mess we were creating as we made out. Our lips getting puffy from the wonderful assault. I could fell my balls tensing as my orgasm was approaching, I almost panicked, not wanting this to happen so soon and not like this. I wanted his cock in me. Aaron must have sensed what was going on and told me to let go, he was right there with me.

“Oh SHIT!” I bellowed out as my balls contracted as spewed a huge load between us, the warm sticky fluid covering my abs and soaking into Aaron’s hair. It was quickly followed by Aaron’s gasp against my mouth as his balls released his juice to combine with mine.

“Holy fuck!” I barely gasped out. “I can feel both our loads running down my sides,” I laughed out.

“What a wonderful mess you are,” Aaron quietly said as he moved off a little bit and examined my stomach. “Now that we’ve taken the edge off, we can take our time. The next ones will take a little bit longer. Let’s take a shower and get you ready for round two.”

Next ONES? Plural? Be still my heart! I laughed, and Aaron laughed along with me, and then we both almost split a gut as I tried to get out of bed and not smear all our spunk everywhere. And it dawned on me, what had always seemed to be missing… joy, fun, silliness. Sex is great, but sex with Aaron was carefree and fun. Okay, we’d only gotten off once, but I knew this much about him after living with him for 3 years. I mean, who ever thought laughing was such a turn on.

Aaron had the shower on and was testing the temperature as I stumbled into the bathroom. He laughed and quickly tossed a washcloth in my direction so I could wipe up some of our loads. “Not fair,” I grumbled, “all that hair,” I pointed toward his stomach where what little of our joint loads were there just seemed to wet his hairy belly a little. Aaron smiled and pulled me into a hug and then, with exaggerated movement, rubbed his thatch of hair over my abs.

“There you go. Happy now?” He asked with a big grin.

“Ecstatic.”

“Great, now hop in and let’s get you cleaned up,” he stated while giving me a playful smack on the ass.

We spent a long time in that shower, going from giggles to moans. Each of us taking the time to explore almost every inch of the other’s body. Aaron’s deep brown eyes sparkled as he watched his hands trace up and down my arms, over my pecs, tweaking my nipples, then down to caress my balls before turning me around. “Get ready hot stuff,” he growled into my ear before sinking to his knees and proceeding to pull my ass cheeks apart and eating my hole like he needed it to survive.

“Holy FUCK!” I screamed, my voice echoing off the white tile walls of the shower.

Aaron snorted into my ass, “I take it you like this.” I could almost feel his grin against my ass.

“Hey mister, less lip from you,” I said trying to sound stern before adding “more tongue,” and grabbing the back of his head, pulling him in closer.

Aaron kept that up for several minutes and I was a quivering mess. He rose from his haunches, reached over me and turned off the water. “Bed, now,” he said huskily.

That got my attention and I practically ran from the bathroom, grabbing a towel on the way out. I dried as best I could and practically leapt onto the bed.

Aaron appeared a moment later and stopped drying his hair as he took in my splayed body on the bed. His eyes went wide with lust, the pupils taking up almost the whole of the eyes. His mouth was slack and his cock started pulsing to life. I grabbed the back of my knees and slowly pulled them to my chest.

“Oh Fuck!” Aaron let out with a groan as he eyed my ass, offered to him, spread open for him. Aaron quickly dropped the towel and walked quickly to the nightstand to grab the lube I always kept there. “Fuck Mitch…” he moaned out as he popped the top of the lube and drizzled some on his fingers. His efforts earlier had my pucker loose, but he knew he needed to open me up a little more. I was impatient but he took his time teasing my outer lips, slipping in one then a second finger, stroking my prostrate. All our teasing and laugher were done now, we were both very serious getting down to business.

“Fuck Aaron, please fuck me,” I begged as a third finger entered me and I moaned with pleasure.

“Ready?” he asked as he moved further in between my legs, rubbing his cock head against my now relaxed pucker.

I nodded and pushed out a little as the tip of his cock breached my tight outer ring of muscle. “Yes,” I moaned as inch after inch of his 7 inch cock entered and slid inside me.

“Fuck, you’re so hot, and tight,” he whispered as he bottomed out, his wiry pubes rubbing against my almost hairless ass. He stayed like that for a moment, letting us both get used to the feeling.

“Okay, go,” I told him as I was now ready. He nodded and started pulling out the going back in, slow and steady, getting into a rhythm. He lowered himself onto me and I wrapped my arms around his impressive back and legs around his waist. We stared into each other’s eyes as he fucked into me, using a steady rhythm.

“I’m not going to last too long, trying to hold back,” Aaron said as his lips touched mine. We kissed passionately and moaned into each other’s mouths as our orgasms neared.

“I’m gonna… gonna…,” was all I could get out before I kissed him hard and moaned into his mouth as my load spewed from my cock coating our stomachs again. That was all it took and Aaron roared against my lips as his cock expanded and erupted a warm load into my belly. It felt like he fired off squirt after squirt and his body was wracked with spasm and convulsions for a while before he collapsed on me, his heavy weight making me feel safe and secure.

We laid like that for a while, catching our breaths, his cock still hard inside me. “I love you Mitch,” Aaron said quietly, “I have for a long time.”

All I could do was smile, pull him in tight, kiss his temple and whisper “I love you too.”

“You remember that time we got drunk after our midterms?” he asked as he stood there, hands on his hips, cock on full display.

I could only grunt out a “yeah,” blushing deeply as I remembered that night of drinking in our room. We were goofing around, playing grab ass, just being stupid frat bros, till were weren’t playing anymore and his lips meet mine. 10 minutes later Ryan’s cock was buried in my virgin ass and we spent the rest of the night fucking and sucking. I awoke in the morning to a sore head, sore jaw and a sore head. I felt very awkward as I slipped out of his bed and went to mine. We never mentioned it again. I know I wanted to, but wasn’t sure what he wanted. I was so fucking chicken, it seemed so much easier to pretend nothing had happened.

“Do you ever think about that night?” he asked quietly. Then, a little quieter, he added “ever wonder if…” before trailing off.

“If?” I asked but I think I knew where he was headed as I watched the head of his cock start to peak out of his foreskin as his cock started to firm up.

There was a long pause as we just watched each other. Ryan’s eyes looked lost, unsure if he should continue. My mind was a jumble but I decided to not be chicken now and started to undress, pulling my t-shirt off, then slipping my shorts and underwear off. My half hard cock pointing at Ryan as his face softened and the lost look in his eyes dissolved into something else. Relief? Desire? Maybe it was a combination of those emotions.

I wasn’t sure exactly what I was doing, but I just moved toward him, into the water, till we were just a foot apart, our cocks bumping into each other. Ryan finally answered my question as he placed a hand on my hip and pulled me a little closer. “If we could have been more?”

I just nodded. “If was a different time, things have really changed in 20 years,” was all I could add as I leaned in, brushing my lips against his.

“Fuck Mark…” he moaned out as we pressed our lips together, soft easy, tentative kisses, before it got more intense. I wrapped my arms around his waist, pulling our bodies together, our hard cocks rubbing against each other. I felt Ryan’s tongue touch my lips and I opened up, letting his tongue slid into my mouth. I groaned out as his arms wrapped around me and now our bodies were mashed together.

We made out like that, my mind soaring with pleasure as I ran my hands up and down his back. I felt Ryan’s hands roaming lower, cupping my ass cheeks, pulling us in tight so our pricks were leaking a steady stream of pre-cum into the hairs around our bellybuttons.

“Fuck,” I almost screamed out as Ryan’s fingers were digging into my crack, grazing over my pucker. “Oh god, Ryan” I moaned as he broke our kiss and then proceeded to feed me one, then two, of his fingers. I knew what he was going to do and licked and slobbered all over his digits, getting them slick with my spit.

“You want this?”

“Fuck yes, please,” I said, our eyes locked together. For a moment it felt like the years slipped away, we were back in our room, on that drunken night. But neither of us were drunk now, there were no excuses now.

Ryan’s spit slick fingers were back on my ass, teasing around the rim, pushing against my tight outer muscle, before popping in.

“Oh shit,” I groaned.

“You okay?” Ryan asked, stopping for a moment.

“Fine, yeah… perfect… don’t stop… please don’t stop.”

Ryan grinned at me and continued pushing one finger in. Fireworks were going off in mind, my body, my ass. How have I gone so long without this? Ryan then added a second finger and found my inner nut, stroking it as my whole body quivered under his hands. I couldn’t believe it just kept getting better.

Ryan’s free hand pushed against my hip as the fingers probing my hole pulled me. I realized he was wanting me to turn, turn so my ass was at his crotch, available to him. God I wanted that, more than I’d ever wanted anything.

“Can I…”

But I cut him off “Fuck me Ryan. I want you to fuck me, I need to feel you in me.” I quickly turned the rest of the way, pushing my ass back. Ryan mumbled “fuck yeah… such a hot ass,” as I heard him spit, felt him slick my hole and then his tool.

I leaned a little forward and I felt his spongy cock head press at my entrance. I pushed out a little letting his head slide in. We both groaned as his rock-hard prick sank into my depths as Ryan pushed forward with agonizingly slowness. “Oh GOD,” Ryan groaned out, “such a hot hole,” as his pubes nestled against my hairy ass. Fuck, I was fully impaled by his full length.

We stayed like that for a moment as we both adjusted to the feelings. Finally I grunted out “okay… fuck me.”

Ryan did a couple tentative strokes, each a little longer than the pervious one. Gods it felt amazing, his cock hitting me in just the right spot. The morning air, so quiet before, was now filled with the groans of two men possessed with needs and hunger. The water rippled out across the small lake as Ryan started thrusting quicker, harder, the slap of skin against skin got quicker, louder. After just a few minutes, I somehow knew Ryan was getting close.

“Breed me Ryan, fill me up with your seed.”

“Fuck Mark, I’ve wanted this ass for so long, wanted to cum in you, mark you as mine again.”

That sent me over the edge as my untouched cock erupted, shooting my pent up load into the water, several feet from my body. My hole clamped tight as Ryan rammed in a couple more time before gripping my hips tightly and spasms wracked his body. His girthy cock depositing a huge load deep inside.

Ryan collapsed against my back, arms tightly wrapped around me, as he left gentle kisses to my back before pulling me upright and he kissed my neck, ear, temple. I turned enough so our lips could meet, but not so much that his cock would leave my ass. I wanted it to stay there a while longer. But all good things had to come to an end and I felt Ryan’s softened cock slip out of me, leaving me feeling empty, missing that fullness. I could feel his load leaking down my inner thigh, gods I loved that feeling of his warm load on me, in me.

I turned slowly, hoping Ryan wasn’t freaking out. But the minute my eyes found his, he broke into an enormous grin, his deep blue eyes twinkling. I couldn’t help myself and chuckled a little, which lead to him joining in. I rush forward, kissing him and also trying to wrestle him into the water.

“Fucker,” he bellowed as I finally made our bodies collapse into the water. He came up sputtering and laughing and grabbed me for another kiss.

We played around in the water for a little while, stroking, kissing, fondling each other for the better part of an hour. It was getting late and we had to head back to the cabin, I’m sure our wives were going to be back from a trip into town.

“Ryan…” I started

He quickly cut me off, “We’re not stopping this… this has been the best afternoon,” and then added quietly “you’re the best thing in my life Mark.”

All I could do was grin, wondering where this was headed. We cleaned up from in the lake and slowly dressed, having to stop kissing so our cocks would go soft enough to put our shorts on.

Cliff was a great guy, a good catch for my baby sister. He was tall and handsome, good job, loved my sister, treated my parents with respect and had a sharp wit. I fell for the guy immediately and probably was his biggest fan in the family, aside from my sister. After they’d been dating for over a year he proposed. I might have been a little jealous and after several drinks at their engagement party I asked him if there was another one of him at home. Maybe a twin that preferred cock to pussy. I tried to make it sound like a joke, but I’m sure he saw right through me and knew what I really meant.

That was a couple years, and now here we are, on that deserted beach, waiting for the storm to come and I still had the hots for him. His hairy chest was so enticing, I wanted to bury my nose into his pits as I grabbed his biceps and felt their power. Fuck… my cock started push against my swim suit.

“So…” Cliff started, but never completed.

“So?” I encouraged him, not sure what was on his mind.

“Are we ever going to fuck?”

I almost spit out my beer as I started to laugh at his statement, taking it for a joke, till I noticed the look on his face. Fuck… is he serious? I stopped laughing immediately, looking at his face, then down to his crotch. Was his bulge growing?

“Wha… what do you mean?” I stammered out.

“We’ve been dancing around this for a couple years, you want me, it so obvious, even your sister has mentioned it. I’ve tried to drop a couple hints, but you seem oblivious to them.”

My jaw dropped open and my mind raced. I thought of a few recent times, him rubbing my shoulders, lingering pats on the back, the time he was obviously going commando while I helped him move some furniture around their house. My eyes went wide with shock as I looked at these these moments in a different light. “Oh fuck…” I moaned out. “I didn’t… I wasn’t… but…”

I stumbled over my words as Cliff stepped closer and whispered “keep your mouth open like that and I’ll find something to fill it with.”

That was all it took, I immediately dropped my beer and dropped to my knees, mouth still wide open. My hands reached up to feel his bulge, but hesitated till he gave me a nod. One hand massaged his growing bulge as the other untied the drawstring of his suit. I was moving quickly, not wanting to waste any more time. I pulled his suit below his balls ad his cock swung out hitting me in the face. His cock was already semi-hard, cut, perfectly proportioned, thick, big blue veins running up the side. It was absolutely amazing. I tugged him a couple times, milking a large drop of pre-cum to the tip. I quickly lapped up the drop, then took the cock head into my mouth. My eyes closed in ecstasy as I tasted his cock for the first time. I bobbed my head and took more and more, his hand resting on the back of my head, gently encouraging me to go the distance.

“That’s it, just like that, I’ve been wanting you like that for ages,” his deep voice came from above. “Fuck, damn your good,” he groaned a little. I sucked him harder really working my mouth over his shaft. “I’m gonna feed you soon, can’t hold back this first one,” he said breathlessly.

My mouth went into overdrive, my mind thinking of his statement about ‘this first one’. I grabbed his balls and massaged them as he started to thrust into my mouth, his hand still holding onto my head. I could feel his cock swell as his orgasm neared, his balls pulling up, his breath getting short. “Here it comes… yeah.. gonna flood your hot mouth… FUCK… Fuck… shit,” he moaned out trying not to make too much noise as he shot several spurts of his spunk down my throat and onto my tongue.

His body spasmed as I nursed his cock, coaxing out the last of his cum. As his prick became sensitive he grabbed me under my arms and pulled me up and into a hug, then surprised me by kissing my lips, gently at first then with ravenous abandon. I hadn’t kissed anyone like that since… well fuck.. maybe never.

The wind started picking up and sand started flying. “We better get in,” he said looking at the clouds and the coming storm before adding “the fucking will have to be another time.”

“Promise?” I asked.

“Oh hell yeah,” he slyly grinned at me before pulling me in again for another kiss and his hands slipping down the back of my shorts, groping my firm round bubble butt. “Your ass is mine,” he groaned out as the tip on his fingers rubbed over my sensitive pucker.

We reluctantly broke apart as the first of the lighting lit up the sky and we started walking back to the cottage. We’d only taken a few steps before the sky let loose and the cold rain came pouring down. We were absolutely soaked by the time we made it back to the cottage to the laughs of the rest of the family. Mom had a couple towels ready, but sent us to the basement. She told us to take a shower down there and to hang our wet things over the washer.

The basement was just a basement. It had a laundry room that had a small shower tucked away in the corner, some storage and old furniture. As we started to head downstairs, with my mind racing to the obvious, my sister told us to hang on. Fuck! Is she going to cockblock me? But all she did was hand us some robes and shampoo. Halfway down the stairs I heard Jake whisper “I’ve got another load for you.”

We didn’t waste anytime, quickly stripping off and starting the shower. Jake bent me over and feasted on my ass, my eyes rolling to the back of my head as he did an expert job of eating me out for a few minutes getting my hole wet with his spit for his thick tool. All too soon his mouth left my hole, but was almost immediately replaced with one, then two of his fingers. He clamped a hand over my mouth as he added a third, keeping my moans from being heard by the people upstairs.

“Don’t want to rush, but we don’t have much time,” he whispered as his fingers left my ass and the head of his cock was pushing against my outer ring. I pushed out a little and his cock head popped in, making us both moan with pleasure. He pushed in an inch before pulling out a little. I heard him spit and felt him rub the spit around my stretched hole. He did that several times, sinking further into me each time.

“Ready?” he asked when I felt his pubes nestle agains my ass cheeks.

“Fuck me,” I moaned as quietly as possible.

“This won’t take long, your ass is so fucking tight, feels so fucking good.” Jake’s hands were on my hips as he picked up speed fucking into me. I had one hand on the wall supporting me as the other grabbed my cock, rubbed my leaking pre-cum over the head and down the shaft as I stroked myself as Jake pummeled my ass as quietly as possible. I was biting my lip, trying to keep the moans of ecstasy from escaping as my orgasm neared. “Gonna…” was all I got out before my seed shot out in huge globs, coating the shower wall.

“Shit… cumming,” Jake said almost a little too loudly as he slammed into me a finale time, seeding me with his spunk. “Oh fuck… fuck..” he groaned out as spasms wracked through his body as he deposited his load deep inside.

We reluctantly pulled apart and I felt his load run down my inner thigh. I clamped my hole as tight as I could wanting to keep some in me. “Fuck… that was amazing, but we better hurry,” Jake said breathlessly..

All too soon we were clean and donning our robes. Jake pulled me into a hug and whispered into my ear “Next time we’ll take our time and I’m going to fuck you properly.” Jake then gave me a gentle kiss before swatting my ass and pushing me toward the stairs.

At dinner, Jake casually asked “Hey Mark, did you still want some help with that plumbing issue? I could come over next Saturday morning if you want.”

I tried not to react too quickly and tried to calmly respond, “Sure, if you don’t mind, might take a few hours though.”

My second night home I'd gone out with several friends from high school. Now that we were all legal drinking age we hit all the bars in town! We drank, laughed, and got a little carried away. I'm sure the regular bar patrons were going to be glad when all the "kids" went back to school.

It was pretty late when I got home and I tried being quiet, but I was pretty buzzed and probably wasn’t being too quiet. I stripped out of my clothes, wearing just my boxer briefs as I headed to the hall bathroom to brush my teeth and take a quick shower.

I had just stripped off my briefs, getting ready to turn the shower on, when I heard footsteps coming up the hallway. I turn to see Steve walking towards the bathroom. He’s shirtless, wearing some flimsy athletic shorts, and by the way his bulge was moving, I could tell he wasn’t wearing anything else.

“Late night, did you have some fun?” Steve ask as he leaned against the doorframe and grinned at me. His shirtless torso was even hotter than I imagined, and I was just tipsy enough to let my eyes roam over his body, taking in the sight of his hairy chest, round shoulders, fuck and those pecs and biceps. Oh Fuck, both his nipples were pierced! I’m standing there, forgetting I’m nude and my cock starts to pulse and I’m half hard in just seconds. I could see his cock pushing against the fabric of his shorts. I looked Steve in the eye quickly as I took a step forward and dropped to my knees in front of him. He just smiled. I didn’t wait for permission and took a hold of his cock, feeling the turgid member as it continue to grow. I was about to pull his shorts down when Steve stopped me.

My first thought was “Oh shit! I fucked up,” but he quietly said “let’s move this downstairs.” He turned and headed toward the stairs to the basement, his Man Cave. I quickly picked up my briefs and followed him down the stairs, my cock now at full mast bobbing and swaying as I watched those glorious ass cheeks move in his shorts.

As soon as we were downstairs, Steve plopped down in his favorite recliner and just looked at me, eyes running up and down my body. My eyes were doing the same to him before he snapped me back by a quiet question, “Well?”

I moved forward, enjoying the view, before I dropped to my knees and then running my hands up his thighs, slowly massaging them as my hands slid higher up his legs, under the hem of his shorts. His cock was now pushing out the material, almost at full mast, my mouth watering at the sight. “Fuck boy, get to it,” he growled at me with a wicked grin on his face.

I needed no further urging as I grabbed the waistband. Steve lifted his hips to allow me to pull them down and off his legs. His cock gave an audible smack against his tight stomach once free from his shorts. I marveled at his large, hard cock. It was about 8 inches, thick, with a perfectly shaped mushroom head. The tip was wet and a drop of pre-cum was oozing from the large piss slit. His bush was full and his balls hung low between his spread legs. “We don’t have all night for you to stare at my cock and I really need that warm mouth of yours on me now.”

I didn’t waste anymore time and popped the head into my mouth. We both moaned as I sucked in all of his leaking juice and tongued his piss slit. Fuck he tasted amazing. I felt his hand on the back of my head and looked up to see him staring at me, mouth open, as he watched me take more of his cock in. My spit was getting him slick and each downward motion had more of his cock in my mouth and eventually down my throat.

“Holy FUCK,” he bellowed out as I buried my nose in his pubes, taking his full length deep into my gullet. “Oh yeah boy, suck that cock, damn your good!”

I did as he requested and really went to town on his meat. With one hand I played with his balls, while the other reached up and lightly twisted one nipple then the other, feeling the piercings. This made his cock go even harder, and was pushing him over the edge. “Fuck boy, gonna fill you mouth, you’re swallow all of my load… every last drop of my spunk… Fucking Hell… cumming!”

I could feel Steve’s balls pull up tight as the first spurts hit the back of my throat. I pull off of his cock a little so the remaining salvo filled my mouth to almost overflowing. I swallowed several times to keep up with the amount of his jizz that filled my mouth. I loved the feel of his cock as it spasmed while I held onto it firmly with my lips. I kept him in my mouth as Steve moaned out obscenities and his body and cock jerked, releasing the last of his load for me to savor. I knew I was going to crave more of his bitter salty seed in the near future.

“Fucking hell boy, you suck a mean dick. I haven’t bust a nut like that in ages,” he said almost breathlessly. “Fuck… that was awesome.”

“You’ve got a great cock. You know… if you… you know… wanna… maybe,” I stammered as my face turned beet red.

Steve cracked a smile then laughed a little. “Hell yeah I wanna do that again… and as fucking often as we can. But for now I’d better get back upstairs before your mom notices I’ve been gone.”

Steve stuffed his cock away and headed towards the stairs. I remained on my knees watching him go, wondering if this was a dream. He turned and smiled at me before heading up the stairs. I stayed there for a moment and then made my way upstairs as well, finally getting my shower, then heading to bed.

In the morning I headed towards the kitchen, wondering if Steve was freaked out by having his stepson suck him off. I could hear Mom and him talking as I approached, it sounded like they were discussing the errands they needed to run. As I entered Steve was making a suggestion, “I’ll go to the grocery and then I need to run a couple other errands.” He looks at me as I enter, “And Carter can come with me, he said he needed a little help with some gifts.”

“Yeah, sure,” I said trying not to sound completely caught off guard. I wasn’t sure what he was up to, but I’d never mentioned anything about needing some help. Steve gave me a devilish grin and slapped an arm around my shoulders and pulled me close.

Mom of course beamed at the two of us. “Oh how nice, I’m glad you two are getting on so well,” she looked like she was about ready to cry.

Steve turned to me saying “Let’s head out in half hour, okay?”

“Sure, just gotta wash up a little, I showered late last night.”

“Great, I’m gonna go get ready myself,” he stated as he pulled away and headed toward their room.

20 minutes later we were saying bye to Mom and heading out the door. I couldn’t help but notice Steve was wearing a pair of grey sweat pants, and I was positive he was going commando. I was a little anxious and hopeful, and my cock was getting a semi as I climbed into his big truck.

“I’ve given us a few hours,” he said quietly as he looked at me with his devilish grin while he backed out of the driveway. “First, why don’t you pull out my cock and get to sucking, I’ve got another load to feed you.”

I sucked him off in the car and then again in the grocery store bathroom. After that, we stopped at a friend of his to watch a little football with his buddies. There were 4 guys there when we arrived, nice looking, mid-30’s to 50’s. After we’d been there for a few minutes, drinking our first beer, while I’m surreptitiously looking at each guy wondering what their cocks looked and tasted like. I guess I wasn’t that subtle as Steve pulled me aside. “Gonna take me a little to recharge the pipes, but if you’re interested these guys would love to feed that mouth of yours.”

I suppose I should be embarrassed, but a shit-eating grin appeared on my face and Steve just laugh. “I figured you’d be interested.”

I spent the next couple hours sucking, moving from one guy to the next in the living room. I took at least two loads from each of them, with Hank and Chris feeding me four loads. Before we left the guys all got my contact info so they could text me anytime they wanted some relief.

So here it is, just a couple weeks later. I’m still looking, but nothing was going my way. On Sunday’s I usually slept in, being the heathen than I am (according to my family). So this Sunday was no different, and I knew my sister was taking the family to church and then afterwards heading to our parents for the afternoon. I was looking forward to an afternoon to myself, so I was a little startled to see my brother-in-law Jake sitting on the couch, reading the paper, with nothing on but a T-shirt.

“What the…?“ I sputtered out as my eyes zeroed in on his gorgeous cock. I always knew he was packing, but damn!

“So here’s the deal,” Jake stated as he put away the paper. “Hey! Eyes up here,” and I swear he was smirking at me as I finally tore my eyes off his mouthwatering piece of meat. “From here on out, as long as you’re under my roof…,” he started and I swear I almost groaned out loud, immediately tuning him out. It sounded too much like the speech Dad gave me when I was 18 and he’d found out I’d been skipping class to suck cock at the local park. I mean, fuck, I’m 29 now, I don’t need him lecturing me on my life or attraction to cock and cum.

“Hey, are you listening to me?”

“Sorry Jake, kinda zoned out there.”

“Well, as I was saying, as long as you’re under my roof, you’re going to help out around here and you’re going to put that smart mouth of yours to use.”

That got my attention. “Really?” I said tentatively. “You mean… well what do you mean?” I asked hopefully.

Jake reached down and started tugging on his cock. “Exactly what you think I mean, now get over here and suck my cock, I’ve got a busy day planned for you.”

I didn’t wait a single second before rushing over to kneel between Jake’s spread legs, putting my nose to his crotch and inhaling deeply. Fuck, he smelled good as I started licking his balls as he slowly stroked his cock. “Fuck yeah,” he moaned as I finally took the glistening head of his cut cock in my mouth. God, he tasted just as good as he smelled.

“That’s right, suck my cock,” Jake encouraged me as I took him deeper into my mouth as his cock grew and expanded. I was determined to give him the best head he’d ever gotten. “Oh FUCK!” Jake bellowed out as I took his whole length deep into my throat, burying my nose in his wiry bush. He grabbed the back of my head and held me there for a second as my throat muscles massaged his turgid prick. I pulled back off and caught my breath and stroked his cock, milking out a steady stream of pre-cum. Jake’s eyes were glassy as he watched me take his cock back into his mouth as I went for my reward. I needed his cum as much as he needed to feed me.

“You gonna swallow? Eat my load?” he groaned out. I didn’t have to say a word but doubled my efforts, savoring the taste and texture of his girthy member. “Yeah, just like that, suck my cock. Fuck such a good cocksucker. Gonna feed you a big load… getting… close… Fuck… OH-SHIT!”

I could feel his cock expand in my mouth and then start pulsing as the first spurts coated my throat. I pulled back so the next spurts were in my mouth and on my tongue. His cum was salty and slightly bitter but so fucking delicious. I continued to suck as his body spasmed and the last few spurts dripped out.

Jake sat there catching his breath, watching me as I cleaned his cock of all the cum, licking up a few of the dribbles that had escaped my mouth and landed in his pubes.

“So here’s the deal…” he grinned at me as I rolled my eyes. “I have a few buddies coming over to watch the game in a little bit, and you’re going to show them the same appreciation you just showed me. And… “ he continued, “you’re going to be taking care of my cock… a lot. Your sister hates sucking my cock and has never swallowed my load.”

I know my eyes went wide and my grin was ear to ear at the thought of getting to suck his cock often.

“And… “ he again continued, “I’ll may want to see what that cute ass of yours feels like.”

But today was different, it seemed pretty quiet and I went deeper on the trails than I normally do. Then I saw him. Ritchie.

Ritchie was the son of one of my good friends. A little bit of wild child in his teens, but smart as a whip. He ended up creating some app that left him pretty well off and now he indulged in his passion of fitness, owning the local gym and creating a line of sports wear. I always hoped my kids will turn out as good as him.

But what was he doing here? No one comes here unless they’re looking for sex. And the way he was dressed, he clearly was looking for sex. Shirtless, his brawny chest on display. His jean shorts were unbuttoned and unzipped, obviously going commando, showing off a full bush, and I could also make out the position of his cock. He wasn’t hard, but it wasn’t completely flaccid either. He was looking at the ground and I’m not sure he’d noticed me yet… then he spoke.

“Mr. Carter,” he stated before raising his head to meet my eyes. “What brings you out here?”

“Oh… hey Ritchie… I’m… uh… just taking a walk… yeah… just enjoying the weather,” I rambled on sounding like a complete idiot. Ritchie just smiled at me as he ran a hand over his hairy chest and down over his flat stomach.

“Taking a walk on the wild side,” he said with a smirk, he knew exactly what I was out here for. The hand running over his stomach went lower, pushing into his open jeans, making them go lower. I could now see the root of his cock nestled in all that hair, and could tell it was starting to get harder. “Maybe we can help each other out.”

“Wha…,” I choked out. I cleared my throat and tried again. “What do you mean?”

“I’ve always thought you were very handsome Mr. Carter,” he stated casually as he pushed his shorts lower till they finally fell off his hips, pooling at his feet, where he slowly kicked them off. “I’ve always wondered what you’d be like to fuck,” he said with a smile. He now moved toward me, clad in nothing but his sneakers, his cock, now almost completely hard, leading the way.

“You want to fuck… me?” I said incredulously. What did he mean by that? I’m a top, I don’t get fucked. But as my mind raged over this little argument, Ritchie moved closer and grabbed my crotch, massaging it as my cock grew stiff.

“Yeah… I’m going to fuck you,” Ritchie stated as he grabbed my hips and made me pivot around. He was strong, but I could resist, put up a fight… but somewhere my mind was questioning, wondering what it would be like with this man, this masculine, hot, man. Ritchie wrapped me in his arms and pulled me into his naked body. I could feel his heat through my clothes, his hard cock nestled against my firm cheeks. His hands roamed my firm chest, feeling my muscles, my slight belly and then, deftly, he unbutton, unzipped and lowered my jeans and underwear. Now I could feel his raw cock against my bare ass.

Ritchie was an inch or two taller and his lips kissed my neck, moving to my ear, where he nibbled and gently bit my earlobe. I moaned in pleasure, loving his manipulations. His hands roamed lower and came in contact with my rock-hard cock. I’m not sure I’ve been this excited. I quickly pulled my t-shirt off as Ritchie chuckled in my ear, then whispered “get those jeans off too.”

I knew what was going to come next, I’d been in Ritchie’s position many times, but never on the receiving end. You’d think I would be a little bit more hesitant, but I quickly kicked my shoes off and worked my jeans down and off. I heard and felt Ritchie spit on my crack. He used his cock to spread the viscous fluid around, rubbing the blunt head of his cut cock over my sensitive pucker as he continued to hump into me. In a moment of clarity (or panic), I bent over to grab my jeans and fish out the small bottle of lube I usually carry with me when hitting this park. Ritchie chuckled some more when I handed it to him, but it wasn’t long before I felt the cool liquid hitting my hole and then felt his strong fingers moving it around, teasing my opening till I was almost begging for his fingers to invade my insides.

“Oh… FUCK…,” I moaned out as his first finger entered me, twisting slowly, working the lube inside.

“You’ve got a tight hole Mr. Carter,” Ritchie whispered as I felt a second finger enter me. I could also hear the telltale sound of him slicking up his cock with lube. I bent forward slightly, holding onto a tree in front of me, as I felt Ritchie extract his fingers from my now loose, and surprisingly eager hole.

“That’s it… get ready,” Ritchie said breathlessly as I felt the head of his slick cock push against my ass lips. I pushed out a little and let out a deep growl as his cock head breached my tight outer ring.

“Holy… fucking… hell..,” I managed to moan out as Ritchie pushed slowly in. He pushed an inch in and then pull out, push in a little further, and pull out again, leaving just the head in each time. It only took a few strokes before his whole 7 inch cock was buried deep in my ass. I could feel his wiry pubes mashed against my ass cheeks. He held it there for a moment, letting me get used to his girthy prick.

“Okay Mr. Carter?”

“Yeah, yeah… I’m ready Ritchie.”

With that acknowledgment, Ritchie started to slowly saw his prick in and out of my ass. I marveled at the feeling as his cock head repeatedly rubbed over my inner nut, massaging my prostrate just right. The feeling was so intense. I was letting out little moans and whimpers as Ritchie picked up speed, his hips now making a soft smacking sound as he drilled into me. I was completely surprised to notice my cock was rock-hard, drooling a steady stream of pre-cum.

“Such a tight hole, so fucking nice… fucking hell… oh fuck yeah,” Ritchie moaned out, not really talking to me, just a stream of consciousness.

“Fuck… fuck me… fuck me Ritchie,” I breathlessly intoned.

“Getting close, you want my load, want me to fill your ass?”

“Oh fuck yeah, breed my ass Ritchie, give me your nut,” I growled out as I took my own cock in hand, giving it just a couple tugs before my load was spraying out over the ground.

As my orgasm swept through me, my ass clamped tight on the invading member and Ritchie practically bellowed out as his slammed one last time into me, holding my hips tight, as his body spasmed and shook as he painted my insides with his load.

We stayed that way for a minute or two, both of us panting, little spasms coursing through our bodies. I could feel some of Ritchie’s load leak out and run down my inner thigh. As Ritchie recovered, he wrapped an arm around my chest, pulling me back up and against his now sweaty chest. He kissed my shoulders and then my neck, till I turned enough for him to kiss my lips. I very seldom kissed those i fucked, but this was a whole new ballgame. After having someone’s cock buried deep inside you, spilling their seed, it was more intimate than I’d ever properly acknowledged.

I broke our kiss and pulled away, his cock slipping from my hole, leaving me with a sense of loss and emptiness. I pulled back, turning to look at Ritchie’s naked body and spent cock. It still looked impressive even as it deflated. Fuck… what a rush… Ritchie grinned at me as he gathered his shorts and slid them on. “My place isn’t far from here, do you need a shower before heading home?”

I cocked my head and smirked at him, knowing that if I went to his place I’d be tempted to continue, and I knew that’s exactly what he intended. I pulled on my jeans, stuffing my underwear into my pocket before glancing at my watch. “I’ve got a couple hours, maybe you can help scrub my back,”

We heard footsteps approach and a deep voice ask “Mr. Wilson?” Tom answered and the curtain was pulled back and what entered was a god… an honest to goodness fucking GOD. My jaw almost hit the floor as I gaped at this 6’2” man, probably in his 30s, 190 lbs of firm body, gorgeous face, shirt unbuttoned a couple more than I would have thought normal for a doctor, trim waist. I know I was drooling. Even my straight brother seemed at a loss for words.

“Hi, I’m Dr. Lambert, your anesthesiologist,” and then he started dronning on his questions. Tom was answering as best he could, but my eyes were glued to the doctor’s crotch. I could tell his cock was pointed down his right leg, he must not be wearing underwear. As he continued to talk, the harder his dick got. I subconsciously licked my lips and wondered if he was putting on a show for us.

“Mark!” my brother practically shouted.

I snapped out of my daze, “Wha…,” had to swallow before I could continue as my mouth was suddenly so dry. “What?” I finally squeaked out.

“Dr. Lambert asked you a question,” my brother said shaking his head and giving me the look, the one he reserved for me when he knew I was up to no good.

“I’m sorry, I was a little distracted.”

Dr. Lambert asked again, “Will you be waiting here for your brother?”

“Yes, right here.”

“Good, I’ll come back with details once the procedure is done,” he said while looking me in the eye. Turning to my brother, “I’ll take good care of you both,” he said with a smirk and turned and left the room.

“Dude, you’re so getting laid,” my brother said almost laughing.

“No fucking way,” I answered but wondered if it might happen.

About 10 minutes later a couple nurses and Dr. Lambert appeared. “They’re ready for you.”

I took a quick look at the handsome specimen again and notice the bulge was significantly smaller, still noticeable but not as obscene as earlier. I still licked my lips and I know my hole was twitching at the sight. I know he caught me looking, but at this point I didn’t care, he could bend me over right here in front of everyone and I wouldn’t mind.

As they started to roll my brother down the hall, Dr. Lambert turned to me, “I’ll be back for you shortly,” and gave me a wink.

About an hour later, while I was about to doze off, I heard the curtain pull back and that husky voice of Dr. Lambert telling me everything went well and my brother would go to recovery for an hour before being brought back here. “I don’t have another procedure this morning so why don’t we go to my office upstairs and I’ll go over the full details.”

That sounded unusual, but I followed him like a puppy. He chatted non-stop about nothing I’d remember later, and as soon as we’d entered his office he closed and locked the door. “We’ve got about 30 minutes,” he stated as he started to unzip his pants and fish out his cock. “Come on, you want this cock don’t you?”

All I could do was nod and drop to my knees.

I’d been to Coach’s house a few times over the years for pre or post season barbecues. I jumped in my car as quick as I could and headed over. The anticipation of seeing him had me nervous. I knew what I wanted to happen, hope would happen, but not sure if Coach would feel the same.

It only took me a 10 minutes to get there and my heart was beating a mile a minute. The door opened as I approached, so I knew he was waiting for me. His deep voice greeted me. “Sanders, come on in,” he said with a smirk on his face. He called all his swimmers by their last name, I sometimes wondered if he knew my first name. I followed him toward the back of the house, watching those oh so familiar white shorts that clung to his ass. He usually wore a jock and I could always make out the dark hairs. I wondered again what his ass would feel like, what it would taste like.

We got to the den with comfortable chairs and sofas with a big screen TV. He turned and my eyes did a double take. Usually his meshing from his jock pouch would be visible in those white shorts. But this time… this time… his cock… his cock was visible. I could make out part of the shaft and the head. I could tell he was cut. I struggled to raise my eyes but took in his whole body. His arms crossed across his barrel chest, his biceps showing. The Coach t-shirt he wore at practice often, highlighted his shoulders and his flat stomach. He was so fucking handsome, the white beard and hair, FUCK. My desire for him was almost overwhelming.

After letting me practically rape him with my eyes he finally spoke. “So Sanders, what do you want?”

I fumbled for words but started a lame, “Well… I was wondering how the swim program in college was going to work.” I knew the answer for this as I’d asked the recruiter a million questions before signing.

“Cut the crap Sanders,” he said with a little bit of a laugh. “What do you want?” he asked again.

“Well…,” I started. Could I really just blurt it out. “I was wondering…,”

“Go on,” he encouraged me.

“Can…,” Fuck, was I really going to ask him for his cock, his cum?

“I want to hear you say it, I want to hear what it is you want,” he said, still smiling at me.

I looked down wondering if I had the balls to finally ask. I notice his cock was pushing out the fabric of his shorts, he was getting hard, he wanted this too. I just had to have the balls to say it.

“Can I taste your cock?”

“Sure,” was his quick reply. “Anything else?”

I looked him straight in the eye, “Will you fuck me?” I said as a blush crept up my face, but I maintained eye contact, never flinching.

“Of course,” he responded. Fuck, it was like I’d asked him for a ride home or something simple.

“Now come here and give me a kiss.” I looked at him a little stunned. “If you want me to fuck you, you’re gonna have to kiss me.”

I took a couple quick steps to him. I was just an inch shorter than his 6’1”, and he wrapped me in those arms, those arms I’ve thought about since Junior year. He pulled me in close and our lips touched. Gentle at first then more urgent. I know I was moaning and he had a deep growl that emanated from his chest.

I’d kissed a few girls and a couple guys, but that was nothing compared to kissing Coach. Our tongues did battle, intertwining in each other’s mouths. He would occasionally chew on my lower lip. I don’t know how I’d made it to 18 without a kiss like this. As we kissed, Coach ran his hands up and down my back, feeling my tight muscles and occasionally groping my firm bubble butt. I was doing the same to him, mimicking his moves and pulling him in closer so our hard cocks were pushed up against each other.

Coach broke our kiss and I looked down where our cocks were mashed together. Coach took a step back, I was a little disappointed at first, but then he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his shorts and started pushing them lower. “You said something about wanting to taste my cock,” as he slipped his shorts down and off.

I started to drop to my knees, but Coach said “Not yet, get out of those clothes first.” I quickly stripped off my clothes, faster than I’ve ever done before. My hard cock smacked my stomach muscles as soon as I shed my shorts. “Nice,” Coach huskily said. I dropped to my knees quickly, staring at his pulsing cock as it was raising skyward from his thick bush of hair. The cut head showed a drop of pre-cum bubbling out. I grabbed his prick and milked out another drop and licked both up. Fuck, the salty, musky flavor of his pre was sending my taste buds into orbit. I licked the tip and the sides of his prick before wrapping my lips around it, taking an inch or two into my mouth. I could hear Coach moan as he put a hand on my head, gently pulling me a little further down his cock with each bob of my head.

“Get that prick nice and wet,” Coach urged me as I had almost his whole length in my mouth and throat. I had a hold of his thighs as I slobbered on his cock, spreading my saliva all around, getting him nice and slick for what would come next.

After several minutes of my ministrations on his rigid tool, both of us moaning, Coach letting out little “Fuck that’s good,” quiet appraisals, Coach pushed me off his cock. I looked at him a little exasperated, I was in a zone, loving the texture, taste, and feel of him in my mouth. The hard flesh with the spongy head had felt so right as it slipped between my lips. I wanting to savor his taste some more. But Coach had other plans as he helped me stand and told me to follow him.

Naked, we walked toward the bedrooms. I was surprised when we passed the guest room and headed into the primary, the room he shared with his wife. It gave me a slight thrill to be there. “Okay Sanders, on the bed, on all fours,” Coach urged me huskily.

I eagerly complied as Coach retrieved a bottle of lube from his nightstand. “You been fucked before?” Coach asked as I felt his hands start to caress my back, my butt, his fingers trailing through my trench, grazing over my tight pink pucker.

I shook my head no, and then moaned lowly as he pushed the tip of his thumb past my outer ring. “Aww… hell…,” I groaned.

“You like that don’t you,” not a question, just a statement of fact. All I could do was nod and whimper in response. Then I felt both hands spreading my cheeks apart. Then his tongue started lapping at my pucker, teasing it open, then pushing in. His beard felt amazing as he pushed in harder, really starting to eat me out. I was moaning, arching my back, urging him in further. Finally he broke away and I heard the sound of the lube being opened.

Coach took his time, spreading the lube around, pushing one finger in. He worked my hole for a while before a second finger was added. I was arching my back, so ready for the real thing. I’d had his cock in my mouth, I knew it was fairly thick, but I knew I wanted it in me. “Please Coach,” I begged.

“What? Tell me what you want,” he said in that husky Coach voice that made me weak in the knees.

“I want you in me. I want to feel your cock sliding into my hole. I want you to fuck me!” I almost screamed as I looked over my shoulder as this gorgeous man played with my hole with one hand while spreading lube on his hard cock with the other. I watched as he stepped forward, removing his fingers from my ass. I then felt the spongy tip of his tool rub over my relaxed and eager hole.

“This is going to hurt a little,” he said quietly as pushed forward. I felt the pressure on my hole and pushed out a little and the head slipped in. “Oh shit… fuck…”

Coach stopped, with just the head of his cock, letting me get used to the feeling of being breached. “Breathe,” he reminded me before pushing forward a little more. He started doing small strokes, pulling out a little, then going back in further. “OH FUCK,” I bellowed when the head rubbed over my inner nut. “Oh yeah.”

“Feels good doesn’t it.”

“Fuck yes.” I replied and Coach started going in deeper, long dicking me, till I felt his pubes against my ass.

“Damn Sanders, you’ve got it all, my whole cock is buried in your sweet ass. Fuck you’ve got a tight hole. You doing okay? Ready for more?”

I was so ready. “Fuck me Coach, fuck my ass.”

Coach started off slow, then started to pick up speed. Pretty soon his was doing full strokes in and out, his hips smacking my ass. He had a firm grip on my waist holding on as rammed in and out. “Fucking sweet hole Sanders,” he groaned out. “Not going to last much longer in your tight jock ass. You want me to breed you Sanders, you want my cum in your ass?”

“Fuck yeah Coach, fill my ass, fill me with your cum.” My cock was hard as a rock, bouncing under me. A few more thrust and I went over the edge. “I’m gonna… gonna fucking… cumming…. fucking cumming,” I mumbled out, almost incoherent, my load soaking the sheets beneath me.

That did it for Coach, that pushed him right over the edge as he slammed into me. “Oh shit! Cumming in your ass!”

My body spasmed and shook as my orgasm swept through me. Coach rammed one last time and held firmly onto my hips as his warm load painted my insides.

“Uh… uh… fuck… shit…,” he mumbled and then collapsed on my back. My body collapsed under him, flattened out, with his cock still buried in me. I could still feel it twitch as he deposited smaller spurts into my depths.

We laid like that for a while, the weigh of his body felt good on me, he was giving my head and neck small kisses. “Fuck Sanders… that was….”

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.

All this is taking place while I'm sitting there talking to my sister, her back was to him and she had no idea what her son was up to. Hell, I didn't know what he was up to!

Finally he straighted up and made a noise so his mom would know he was there. She turned to him "Oh, hey honey, I didn't hear you come upstairs, Mitch and I were just talking about your grandparents anniversary party next month."

"Hey Uncle Mitch," acting like he just noticed me there. Not like he hadn't been flaunting his body to me for the past 5 minutes.

"Hey Carter," I tried to say calmly, but I had a little catch in my throat.

"Uncle Mitch, before you leave, can you come down to my room? I'm going to a wedding with Melissa this weekend and she won't let me wear the same shirt and tie I wore to her sorority dance last month and I can't figure out which tie and shirt."

I scoffed a little, "Just because I'm gay doesn't mean I know what the hell dudes in their 20s are wearing."

He just laughed, "Come on Unc, please?"

My sister just laughed, "I'll send him down there in a little bit, make sure your room isn't a mess!" She turned back to me and added, "I swear that basement smells like a locker room, I don't know how he lives down there. I haven't been down there in months."

Carter just smiled and winked, grabbed his crotch and kinda shook it at me before turning and heading back to his space.

About 20 minutes later I was headed down to Carter's room, I don't know why I was so nervous, but I couldn't get the image of a shirtless Carter out of my mind.

I walked into the basement and realized my sister was right, it did smell like a gym locker, and fuck that just sent a jolt to my cock. I loved the smell of a sweaty man, and this was getting right to me. My cock was half hard by the time I knocked on Carter's door.

"It's open," he yelled. I entered his room and took in the sight. Clothes were everywhere, gym shorts, underwear and socks, and there was a jockstrap just sitting on the bed. God, I wanted to grab it and put it to my face.

"Earth to Unc," I heard Carter behind me and I snapped out of my daze. I turned to see him looking through his closet at an assortment of ties and shirts. "I was asking what you think." And all I could think about was the amazing back on Carter, and fuck, did his shorts look lower? I can see the top of his hairy crack. Between the sights and smells, my cock was hard as a rock, pushing down the leg of my jeans. Fuck… why did I go commando today?

Carter turned to me, holding up two shirts and a tie with each. He started to ask somthing, mouth open to begin, but stopped and sly grin emerged on his face.

"Something "up" Mitch?" as he eyed my jeans. I must have blushed a thousand shades of red and I started sweating. Carter hung the shirt and tie back up and walked towards his bedroom door, I thought he was going to leave and leave me in my embarrasement, but all he did was close, and lock, the door.

"There something I've always wondered Unc," he mused as he turned back, looking at me, and pointedly looking at my crotch.

"What..." I choked out.

"Do guys really give better head, and..." he started as he walked towards me, pushing his shorts down below his balls, "what's it like to fuck a guys ass."

I was gobsmacked. “I’m your uncle,” I said barely above a whisper as my eyes were laser focused on his crotch, watching his cock pulse with life, his low hanging balls move as he took a couple more steps toward me.

“And won’t that make this even better,” was his quiet reply.

I couldn’t help myself his body was perfection and his cock drew me in. It was perfectly proportion cock with a beautiful cut head. Maybe 7”. I wanted to taste it, I wanted to taste him, all of him, from head to foot.

I looked him in the eye and then dropped to my knees, grabbing his hips for support as I settled there admiring his tool.

“Don’t mean to get pushy Uncle Mitch, but I’m sure Mom’s gonna wonder…” he left the rest unsaid.

I nodded and took a hold of his turgid members, feeling its thickness, watching his essence bubble out of the piss slit. I swooped in and licked up the drop before it could drip off to the floor. My taste buds relished the salty muskiness. Fuck… I went into overdrive, sucking his cock like my life depended on it. I was going to show him the best blow job ever.

“Holy FUCK,” Carter almost screamed as I managed to deep throat his tool, burying my nose into his pubes, my throat massaging his full length.

“Oh… fuck… yeah… Oh my god…” was a litany of detached words that streamed from his mouth. It was obvious the poor boy had never had a blow job like this. I took real pride in that.

“I’m gonna… fuck yeah… gonna… blow… soon…,” he mumbled out as his shaft swelled and he grabbed the back of my head, pulling me all the way in.

One of my favorite things about getting someone off with my mouth is feeling the cock pulse as it shoots it warm creamy load into my gullet. Carter didn’t disappoint.

“FUCK… Shit… take it… swallow my load Unc,” he bellowed. I hoped his mom didn’t hear but at this point I didn’t care. I swallow spurt after spurt of the salty nectar as his cock and body spasmed through his orgasm. He finally fell away from me, stumbling to his bed to sit down. “I never knew…,” he said breathlessly.

I wiped some of his excess cum off my lips and into my mouth. Smiling at him as I stood up and walked to his closet. I picked a shirt and tie, “Wear these, gay guys know how to dress.” I said as I headed to the door.

“Your sure know how to suck cock too,” he said in admiration.

Before unlocking the door and leaving I told him that I’d show him the joys of fucking a guys ass, tomorrow at my place. He only nodded his understanding and smiled at me as I left the room.

I had breakfast with dad as he filled me in on the chores for the day. "Pete's already in the north field checking the fences, why don't you go help him out over there. Once the two of you finish up out there meet me in the barn."

I took the ATV and headed out toward the north field when I came across this shirtless dude on the dirt county road that ran through the middle of our property.

I slowed down as I neared him, enjoying the view of his lean body. The guy didn't have an ounce of body fat on him, he was so tight, with a beard, dark eyes and serious expression on his face, fuck he was so damn hot!

He turned at the sound of my approach. "Pete?" I asked as I got closer to him.

"Yup," he quietly said and walked over to where I had stopped. "You must be Mark, you look a lot like your dad," as he held his hand out to shake. His grip was firm, and we held each other for longer than was usual for a couple guys just meeting. I'm sure he noticed my eyes roaming over his shirtless body and he face broke out in a slight grin and he also did an up and down look at me.

He was only about 5'8" or so probably 145 lbs of lean muscle. It was hard to tell what his cock or ass might be like in the jeans he was wearing, but I had a feeling his ass was two rock solid mounds of muscle. My cock did an involuntary twitch as I thought about bending him over, taking those firms buns in my hands, spreading his cheeks and diving in. Fuck, he really was just my type.

I'm 6'2", 185 lbs. I'd played baseball since I was a little kid and had a nice build, with good firm biceps and nice round bubble butt. The girls were always flirting with me, but I was more into... well... guys like Pete.

I was still on the ATV as we eyed each other up and finally dropped our hands. Pete just grinned, took off his ballcap, looked at the ground and scratched his head, mumbling something that sounded like "Holy fuck," but I wasn't quite sure, but maybe I was just his type.

We finally started talking about the chores and he explained he'd left his ATV about a couple miles up the road as he'd walked the fence line, checking it out.

"I'll take you back, jump on," Pete smiled real big and instead of jumping on the back behind me, he proceeded to sit in my lap. I spread my legs wider, and those small firm buns moved right into place, just as if they belonged there. I let out a little moan as his bare back came in contact with my T-shirt covered chest. I swear he gave out a slight chuckle.

I'd given a couple of my younger cousins a ride just like this, but they were maybe nine or ten. Now I had a guy, late twenties maybe, sitting between my out stretched legs with his ass nestled into my bulge.

"You okay?" he asked as he leaned back into me.

I grabbed the handles, gunned the ATV a little, throwing Pete back against my chest, his hands grabbing my hard thighs as I now said directly into his ear "I'm perfect."

I drove slowly back, not wanting this to end too soon. I knew I was getting hard and he had to feel the solid lump in my jeans. About halfway back, Pete's right hand moved behind his back and took hold of my package. "I think someone's got a hardon," he said as he slightly turned, his bearded face grazing my two day old stubble. He kissed the side of my face and then I felt him start to tug my zipper down. I slowed the ATV even more as he maneuvered my rock-hard cock out of the tight confines of my jeans.

He stroked my cock, rubbing his thumb over the head to spread my oozing precum around. "Stop for a second," Pete requested. I came to a dead stop, and Pete quickly rose up, unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, pulling them down to about mid-thigh to expose his magnificent ass. "Fuck," I moaned out as stared at the perfect pink hole surrounded by a few hairs. I knew I was going to have to taste him at some point.

I watched as he spit on his fingers, reached back and spread some of his saliva around his hole, urging it to open. I quickly spit into my own hand, slicking up my prick, then applying some of my own saliva to his hole, teasing it with my finger, pushing in a little to spread the slick spit around. I took my prick and rubbed the head in his crack, running it over the sensitive pucker, spreading my precum and our spit.

"Ready?" I asked as I aimed for his opening. "Hell yeah," came the husky reply as he started to sit back down, taking my cock in. I reached around his waist to hold him steady, and my hand brushed against his erect prick, his obvious arousal evident.

I watched with awe as Pete's ass lips started to spread, my cut cock head starting to spear into his guts. It was a beautiful sight. Pete would lower and raise himself, taking more each time he went lower until he was completely seated on my tool. I held him there for a moment savoring the tightness and heat of his canal, while he adjusted to being impaled on my cock.

After a minute Peter urged me to drive, "Get this thing moving again," he almost begged, "I've always wanted to be fucked on an ATV," he said, almost laughing. I moaned and laughed along with him as we took off slowly on the bumpy road, his ass bouncing on my cock.

I drove like that for a few minutes, driving me insane, the feeling was so intense, but I wanted to stroke him as we fucked and I wanted to get somewhere a little more private. I spied a little grove of trees off to the left that my brother and I used to run around in when younger. I knew a perfect spot in there. "Hang on buddy, I'm going to a quiet spot I know." Pete just let out a quiet "Yeah... yeah... good."

"Oh fuck," Pete groaned out as we hit a couple bigger bumps heading into the grove, but soon the path was smoother and in no time I was pulling up to a stop. I immediately wrapped my arms around Pete, pulling him close, thrusting up a couple times into him, making him moan as I kissed his neck and licked his ear. I grabbed his cock, slick with his oozing precum and started to stroke him as I thrust harder into him as he bounced down hard on my cock.

"Fuck yeah, fuck me."

I stroked him with one and turn his head toward me with the other as I captured his lips and kissed him deeply.

"I'm gonna... fuck... OH..." Pete groaned into my mouth as his orgasm neared.

"Me too," I said breathlessly, "Gonna flood your guts."

"Oh FUCK Yeah, breed my ass," he practically shouted.

That was all it took, my orgasm took over and I felt spurt after spurt of my hot young cum leave my prick, painting his insides with my load. Pete wasn't far behind as he slammed down one last time and I felt his cock spasm releasing his heavy load all over my hand, his jeans and the ATV.

We gasped and panted as I slumped onto his back and he slumped over the handlebars. As we regained our breath, Pete slowly moved off my softening cock. He pulled his pants and underwear up quickly, but I could see some of cum leaking out. Fuck... what an awesome sight.

He jumped off the ATV so I could manage to stuff my cock back in my pants and make myself presentable. "We better head back, your dad's probably wondering where we are." I just smiled at him, wondering when I could get my hands on him in a more appropriate place. As I mulled this over in my head, Pete walks up, leans in and kisses me. Just a peck at first, but I pull him in and we really start making out.

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."

They were just a pair of nondescript work boots, dirty, worn, with splatters of paint. Yellow paint. Just like the yellow in the kitchen… at home… that my father and I had just painted… while he wore those boots.

My mind debated the “should I” while my mouth watered at the sight. I’m sure I thought I debated if for a long time, but in reality, I probably hesitated for just 2 seconds before reaching up and taking ahold of his balls and giving them a feel as my tongue licked over the top, tasting my dad’s cock. I heard him moan quietly from the other side as I took more licks, tugging his hairy, low hanging balls. God he tasted good.

“Fuck, oh yeah, suck it,” I heard as I finally took the head into my mouth. I really wanted to take my time and savor this cock. But this really wasn’t the place to do that, so I took a few inches in getting his prick wetter with my saliva. I did that a few times, till his cock was coated and I buried my nose in his pubes as my forehead smacked into the partition. I held there for a little bit, his cock down my throat as I swallowed, contracting my throat around his tool. I was rewarded with soft moans and “fuck… so fucking good,” coming from the other side.

I’d seen Dad naked over the years and always thought he had a nice cock. Now with it hard as rock, it was a good size, about 7 inches, with just a slight upward bend. I pulled off for a second to catch my breath and stroked him, spreading my saliva all over. I marveled at the veins running up and down the side. The huge piss slit was oozing pre-cum, which I licked up after each stroke.

“Come on, put it back in your mouth,” came from the other side in a desperate plea. “I’m so close.”

I did as requested and bobbed my head up and down his spit slick cock. Taking it to the hilt and holding it there a few times. Sucking, swirling my tongue, working for my reward. I could feel his balls start to pull up and moans of “ahh… ahh… yeah… yeah…,” getting louder. I sucked harder, applying pressure to the head on each stroke.

“Take it!”

I did just that. I felt his cum tube pulse the whole length of his cock as spurt after spurt of his hot creamy load fired into the back of mouth and down my gullet. Dad’s bitter, salty seed filled my mouth and I swallowed it all down. I didn’t want any of it to escape. When the spurts stopped, I used my hand to milk out the last few drops from his cock as it slowly softened.

“Fucking hell, that was awesome,” he said as he pulled his cock back through the hole. I watched with reluctance as that magnificent tool disappeared through the hole. I continue to look through the hole as I watched him tuck his cock away. I thought he was going to leave, but all of a sudden, he bent over and peered at me through the hole.

“Your mom is going to see her sister later this afternoon. When you’re done swallowing loads here, I’ll have more for you at home. I should be done with work around 3. See you then.”

With that Dad exited the stall. I sat there dazed and excited as I looked at the hole. I took a quick look at my phone and it was only 12. I thought about heading home, but I heard the tell tale sound of the bathroom door opening and footsteps approaching. The stall door opened and I could see what looked like a guy in a suit. He stood, unzipped and hauled out a nice looking piece that he tugged a couple times before turning to face the hole, and push his meat through.