I write stories about men having fun. They're all fictional and everyone is a consenting adult. Feel free to send me pictures or suggestions to write about.
I'm a Spanish guy writing about men having a good time with other men. I like to write about a lot of different scenarios but some times I lack the inspiration so feel free to send me a picture or an idea and I'll try to write something. I also love whenever you tell me what you like or dislike about my stories so comments are welcome!
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MY FAVOURITES:
Bachelor Party Part 1
Bachelor Party Part 2 (it's gone. 😢I can't find it anywhere; I'll rewrite it if I find the time) This is the link where it was, if anaybody knows a way to get it back...
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I don't know how it happened, but there I was again, running home after a test because of a text.
I left the exams hall and checked if I had any notifications on my phone. To my surprise, my step-uncle had texted me. He was staying with me for a couple of days visiting me and some friends from his younger days. I had a crush on my uncle since I met him at the wedding where his brother married my mum. A beefy body filled with tattoos and a neat dark beard, he was just my type. When he asked me if he could visit and stayed in my spare bedroom I said yes fast way too enthusiastically. Having my hot uncle home for a week where I could inhale his manly aroma was a dream. Also, knowing my uncle, he would walk around shirtless, showing his hairy chest so I couldn't wait for that week to come. Another reason I was excited about my uncle's visit was a silly and delusional one. The last two times someone from my stepdad's part of the family stayed the night, we ended up having the most raunchy and amazing sex. I know that expecting my ladies man step-uncle to do the same as my stepdad and stepbrother was a stretch but hey, a boy can dream. The downside of it all was that I had two exams left when my uncle arrived so all my energy and my mind was on studying. I barely noticed how my uncle had gotten hotter after hitting the gym recently. That's why the text I received after my last exam came as a pleasant surprise.
"Hey son. I was getting ready to celebrate your freedom after your last exam when I found myself in a bit of a pickle. I took a shower when I realized you don't have any clean towels. My brother and nephew joked about the lack of towels in your home but I always thought they were exaggerating. Anyway, I found a small grey one in your bathroom but I doubt it will dry me off correctly."
I got hard reading again about towels and I knew the text came with a picture. I scrolled down to reveal a selfie of my sexy uncle flexing his arm in the mirror naked except for my expensive face towel. I texted back what, at this point was a tradition or a code between my male family members.
"That's the towel for my skincare routine. Take it off immediately!" My boner pressed painfully on the waist of my pants as I accelerated through campus.
Another text popped up on my screen. This one, also joined by a photo. "I'm sorry, bud, I didn't know. As I told you, it didn't do a very good job drying me." The picture was a high-angle shot of him stretched out on my bed, a damp patch around his body soaking my sheets. But the best part of the photo was that my towel was nowhere to be seen, and instead, my uncle's hard cock rested erect on his belly.
When I got home I was naked before entering my room and my uncle was eager for me to show him what happened to the men that misused my towel.
Man, I don't know how but I need to convince my step-grandpa to pay me a visit during the summer.
I returned home exhausted after the longest day at work. We were finalizing the details of a huge project, and I had to stay late every day to work overtime. That particular day had really annoyed me because I'd made plans with my husband. It was the first day of Pride, and we were going to the parade together. We were going to dress in sexy clothes so everyone could see how hot we looked while we shamelessly ogled the other half-naked men around us. We loved that atmosphere. Unfortunately, I had to work, and my husband had gone alone. I just hoped he had a good time without me.
As I approached my bedroom, I saw that no lights were on. Only a faint glow filtered through the half-open door. When I opened it, I was surprised to find my husband on the bed. He wasn't wearing loungewear, as one might expect, but was completely naked except for a black leather harness that I'd never seen before.
"Hi, honey! Welcome home!" He greeted me.
"What's all this?" I asked pointing at his garment while slowly taking off my suit.
"Just a present from the very nice couple two floors below. Turns out they're gay too and we bumped into each other in the elevator as we were all going down to the parade. I was wearing my green mesh tank top that you like so much and shorts that showed off the elastic of my jockstrap, so there was no doubt where I was going. They were dressed in leather. The taller one was wearing a vest and the younger one this really nice harness. I immediately knew we were going to the same place, so I introduced myself and suggested we all go together. They were really nice, you have to meet them."
"And how have you ended up with their harness?" I was already naked on the bed, hugging my husband from behind and kissing his neck.
"That's a funny story. We had a blast on the parade. We drank, we smoked, we kissed a little..." He said, coy. "We shared a cab home. I was in the backseat with the one with the harness, Colin, and he said that he'd never worn mesh clothes before; so his boyfriend urged us to exchange outfits. We began with our tops and then I took my shorts to give them to him but then, the cab driver said that the harness with the jockstrap was a good look on me. He had a picture with his wife and kids on the dashboard but also had a bisexual flag ribbon. Seeing his lustful eyes on the rearview mirror watching my almost naked body made me so hot. Colin saw how I was reacting and he began to adjust the harness. While he worked the straps and buckles he fondled my pecs and graced my nipples a few times. You know how I love to have my nipples played."
"Oh, I know." I pinched his nipples and he moaned as he continued the story.
"Once the harness was tight and well in place, I was already rock hard and my dick was half out of the pouch of the jockstrap. Colin saw it and bent down to suck it a couple times. On the front, his husband was turned around watching and I saw his shoulder moving so I think he was jerking off. The driver was kneading his bulge which was obscenely swollen. Colin pulled my jockstrap all the way down and out of my legs and gave it to his husband, who put it to the taxi driver's nose so he would sniff it. We arrived home and when the car braked my cock went balls deep into Colin's throat. I almost came." I was kissing my husband's neck and slowly jerking him off while my fingers played with his asshole. His ring contracted when he remembered the deep throat. He sighed deeply and my fingers went deep into his rectum. It was very wet. Too wet. I let him continue his retelling. "I got out of the cab with my pride flag covering from my waist down, like a towel, so as not to scandalize the neighbors with my nudity. I think the driver kept my underwear because I haven't seen it since. Once we got inside our building, the couple basically dragged me to their flat and into their bed." I already knew how the story followed because my fingers inside my husband were surrounded by multiple loads. I removed them and replaced them with my cock. The warm and moist sensation, accompanied with the excitement almost got me over the edge.
"And what did they do to you?" I asked as I inserted my cock slowly.
"They fucked me so good, honey." He whimpered. "Michael's cock (the one with the vest) was huge and he pounded my ass while pulling the harness so I arched my back."
I started to fuck my husband harder and faster, pulling the harness like he just told me. The curve made my rod go deeper. He couldn't talk anymore and was just moaning and trembling.
"And what happened later? What else did they do to you?" I asked, decided that my husband confessed once and for all.
Between moans, he screamed. "They bred me! First one and then the other. They both bred me and then sent me home for you to fuck their sloppy seconds." I felt how his bowels' walls contracted as he came over the blankets. I couldn't resist anymore and I added my load to my neighbours' cum deep inside my lovely husband. We collapsed on the bed, my dick still buried inside him and the cold metal of the harness' buckles nailing my chest. I kissed his neck again.
"When can I meet your new friends so I can thank them for taking such good care of you today?" I asked.
"They said to go down tonight. That they'll make us dinner. Apparently, Michael is a chef." He answered. I was so ready for dinner and more fun with our horny neighbours. "Oh, I almost forgot. They also said that I could keep the harness."
Every summer of my childhood I went to church camp. I loved it. I felt closer to God and I loved the outdoors and the sun. The summer after graduation I went for the last time as a camper. My plan was to be a counsellor the next year so I began my training the summer before.
One of the counsellors that was going to train me was Noah Davids, the pastor's son. He was virtually perfect. Good student, he played guitar in the church choir, he helped with charities and camp, and he was extremely good looking with a great hot body. All the girls were in love with him and all the boys wanted to be him. I, honestly, wasn't sure where I landed. I still hadn't figured out my sexuality and Noah's presence made me feel nervous in a good way, but I thought nothing about it at the time.
One afternoon, I went to the councellors cabin to get some lessons and found Noah playing guitar on the porch. He was wearing washout jeans and an open floral shirt that let me see his ripped torso. I shily waved and he signaled a chair beside him so I could sit.
"Hey rookie!" He liked to call me that even though I wasn't a counsellor yet. "What's today's lesson supposed to be?"
"I don't know. Normally you guys decide what I should know." I answered.
"Ok. You've been coming every year so you have all the cramping skills necessary. And I'm sure you know how to track, forage, tie knots, first aid..." I nodded energetically with everything he listed. I was very proud of my skills. "Have we explained the organisation and how the storages work?"
"Yes. Amanda did that. Jeanie told me how you decide which games to play, and Carlos explained lunch duty."
"Ok. It looks like you have all it takes to be a counsellor!" I smiled. "But you have to understand that our most important job is precisely to counsel and guide the kids. To teach them to follow God's path." I nodded energetically. That's what I was here for. "A lot of the kids will come to you with their questions about faith, God, the church... But also with their problems, asking for advice. Do you think you give good advice?"
I pondered the question and answered a severe yes. I was a good listener and loved to help. Noah decided to test me by giving me fictional scenarios so that I gave the best advice I could. At first they were simple things about friendship and relationships; then, some more complex about family problems that were harder to answer; and finally questions about development in adolescence and sex. I didn't know how to answer most of them and Noah mocked me a little.
"You haven't done anything of this stuff? Not even jack off?" He asked me surprised.
I was bright red with embarrassment, but I answered honestly anyway. "I have masturbated; but not a lot because it's a sin."
"Feeling pleasure is not a sin. Knowing your body and how and what makes it feel good is necessary to have a successful couple relationship. Don't be ashamed to explore. And when you want to try things with someone else, always ask for consent. Understood?" Noah was an excellent counsellor. That short conversation freed me from many insecurities and fears I hadn't even realized I had. I admired him even more. "Come inside with me." He put the guitar aside and stood up to go into the cabin. I followed him closely, curious. What did he want to show me?
Noah locked the door when we were in his room (one of the perks of being a counsellor) and sat on his bed.
"Whip it out, rookie." He asked, I froze.
"What?" I asked not wanting to understand.
"Let's see what you're working with. Here, I'll show you mine, you show me yours" He got up and in a swift move pulled down his jeans and underwear.
A thin long cut pale dick flopped between his muscular legs before he sat down again. It wasn't the first time that I had seen another penis but this one was half hard and it belonged to Noah Davids, the coolest hottest guy I knew. It was like admiring a piece of art.
I must have stood there frozen for quite a while with my mouth open, because the handsome young man exclaimed: "Well, come on rookie. A deal is a deal. Show me yours."
I was extremely nervous but very excited about the situation. I also wanted to make a good impression on Noah, so I didn't delay any longer and pulled down my shorts and boxers at once. My cock was hard as a rock and it bounced when it got free.
"Jesus Christ! You've got a monster down there! I would never have said! You're a lucky guy!" The counsellor praised my rod. I knew that I was bigger than all my friends and the kids from the camp, but I had never thought that I was that big.
"It's not that big. It's normal." I said.
"NORMAL?!?! That thing is huge, rookie! Come sit down with me. Let me show you how to use it."
I shily sat dow beside him on the bed. His dick was now fully hard and he had his fist around it, making circles over his glans. He didn't take his eyes off my dick.
"Show me how do you masturbate." He ordered me.
I did the only thing I knew at the time. I took my thumb and two fingers and rubbed them around my cockhead. The light tingling sensation appear. I kept doing that for about twn seconds when Noah scolded me.
"NO, NO, NO! Rookie, you can't jerk off like that! You've got a two fister donkey dick! You can't just use your finger! Use your whole hand, like this." He grabbed his shaft with his fist and began to move it up and down. From the root, where his trimmed pubes were, to the tip, that disappeared into his fist each time his hand passed. " See? Now you try. Up and down. Running through the entire length of the penis."
I copied his technique; grabbing my rod with my whole fist and rubbing a much larger surface than before. The tingling sensation increased tenfold. My face showed my pleasure and Noah noticed my reaction.
"Now you're doing it properly. How does it feel?" He asked.
"Amazing", I answered with a sigh.
We kept jacking off side by side for a few minutes. I was too into my own pleasure to notice anything around me, but the two times that I looked at him, Noah never took his eyes off my dick. Suddenly, the handsome guy returned to his teacher mode.
"Now that I see you've got the basics, it's time to teach you more techniques." He began. With a penis as large as yours, you can use both hands at the same time. Then you can move your hands in different directions so the feeling is better. The best one for me is twisting them in opposite directions. Try it."
I didn't fully understand what the counselor was saying, so when I grabbed my dick with my two fists, I couldn't coordinate correctly and the feeling was terrible. Noah saw me struggling and intervened.
"Dude, no. You look like you want to make fire. It's more like milking a cow. Here, like this." Before I could register what he was doing, he took my hands away and grabbed my hard rod between his fists. He immediately began to move them as he had explained to me, and my eyes rolled back in my head with pleasure.
My head was about to explode. The times that I had masturbated before were quick and quiet in the middle of the night and when I had reached orgasm they were weak and bland. I didn't know any better so for me those were the peak of sexual gratification. But this? This was on another level. My cock was being handled how it deserved for the first time. Not only was I having my first proper handjod; the coolest guy in the world was giving it to me. Noah was transfixed lookin at how my cockhead appeared and disappeared from his fists red and swollen. I thought I was about to finish and that nothing could feel better than this when he spoke again.
"Grab mine and do the same, bud. I feel a little left out." He winked at me.
I grabbed his hard rod with a trembling hand. It jerked when I touched it. It felt warm and throbbing. As I began to jack it off a little pearl of transparent goo appeared from his dick slit. It touched my fingers and spread over his cock when I moved down my hand. After the first drop, it was like a faucet opened and a steady stream of the clear liquid kept coming.
"It's so wet." I said mindlessly. I'd never sin anything like that. The times that I had masturbated, the only thing that came out of my dick was my semen.
"That's precum. It comes out when you're aroused. Some guys produce more than others. I spit a ton when I'm really horny." He explained. "It's a great lube for jerking off".
"I don't have any." I complained looking at my hard dick.
"Some guys just make less. You can use lotion or spit to make it feel better. Here, let me..."
He leaned his head closer to me and let a long string of saliva drop over my cockhead and rapidly smeared it with his fingers. My eyes rolled back when a surge of pleasure ran through my spine. The sensation was so much better than the dry rubbing that my inexperienced self couldn't handle it. I came after just a few more strokes with the most intense orgasm I'd ever had. My mind went completely blank while my jizz coated Noah's fists.
When I recovered and looked ahead, I saw the handsome monitor's face looking at me with a smile.
"That was incredibly hot," he said. "Your cock got rock hard while it was shooting, and the amount of cum you shot was spectacular. Listen, I'm going to show you something else you can do when you're jerking off with friends."
He scooped up a good amount of my load with his hands and smeared it on his own cock, quickly starting to jerk off. He lay down on the bed and continued masturbating, using my cum as lube. I didn't have to wait long to see the sexy young man shoot six spurts of thick white fluid all over his chiseled torso.
After his breathing went back to normal, he gave me some paper tissues to clean up and suggested to take a shower. I went to my cabin for my bath stuff and met him again in the sanitary block. The showers were communal, without partitions between the units so we cleaned up side by side. This gave me the opportunity to see his toned body again, this time being meticulously soaped.
"Thank you for the lesson, Noah." I said shyly. "I think it helped me a lot, and in ways I didn't know I needed."
"You're welcome, buddy. Some of us need this to understand ourselves better."
"To understand what, better?" A deep voice said behind me.
I turned around and saw Abe, another one of the counsellors. He was a tall young black man, the same age as Noah. His body was beefier and also super sexy. He had taken the shower on my other side and was already naked. He had a thick dick hanging between his legs.
I got nervous because I didn't know how to answer the question. We couldn't let him find out what we'd just done. Besides, having another hot stud naked next to me after my newfound sexual desire wasn't helping.
"Hey Abe!" Noah greeted him casually. "The rookie and I just had one of our special lessons. You know the ones I'm talking about." He winked.
My eyes widened and stared at the pastor's son in astonishment because I couldn't believe he'd just told him that.
"Ahhh. I love those lessons," Abe said. "Maybe I can join you for the next one. And seeing what the kid's got between his legs, I think I'm going to enjoy it a lot."
I couldn't believe my ears. After the shock passed, I grinned as my cock began to harden. My last summer as a camper was definitely going to be the best one yet.
"Dude, where are you? The party has already started." My roommate Alan texted me.
I was swamped at work and was running late, so I let him know that I would be there as soon as I could. He had arranged for us to go to a Pride party at a gay bar we knew. It was going to be something chill. A couple of drinks and then home.
"By the way, it's an underwear party, so dress accordingly." My blood ran cold. That was brand new information. It was supposed to be a simple party at a gay bar, not a fetish festival.
"Dude, you didn't say it was a sex party! I invited my dad!!" I texted drenched in cold sweat.
"Relax, dude. It's not a sex party. Just a bunch of hot guys dancing in our underwear. And I bet your dad would love it. He is a pretty laid back guy." He responded.
I sighed and wrote one last text before going back to work. "No way, dude. Find another party. My dad will be at our apartment any minute, let him in. I'll be home as soon as I can".
About forty-five minutes later, I finally finished the report and prepared to go home. I looked at my phone to find another text from my friend: "Your dad is on board. I told you he would love it." I immediately got mad because I didn't want my dad to got mixed in Alan's machinations. I began to pen an angry response when another text arrived: "We'll meet you at the party. Hurry up". And then another one: "Your dad's a legend!!". The last one accompanied by a picture. In the picture you could see my dad at the bar in nothing but a yellow speedo and a pair of yellow socks that I knew belonged to my roommate. He was broadly smiling at the camera as if he was having the time of his life. I calmed myself down and laughed for thinking that my father wasn't going to have fun in my environment. Ever since the divorce, he'd been traveling and "experiencing life once and for all", as he put it. I was silly for thinking he wouldn't enjoy dancing in his underwear surrounded by gays. Then my nerves came back. I looked at the picture of my dad again and confirmed my suspicions. He was hot. I knew that my dad had a great body but I'd never seen him like that. Every guy in that bar would go feral for him. I could imagine a pack of twinks caresing his hairy chest, or a couple of jocks feeling his arms, or a leather daddy trying to convert him. I didn't care how open-minded and carefree my father was, I wasn't going to leave him alone in a room full of disinhibited predators.
I drove fast directly to the bar. I had to get down to my underwear before entering. Luckily, I was wearing a decent pair of black boxer briefs and sheer socks. With my dressing shoes and leaving my tie on, the outfit was very sexy. When I went in, I began to search for my dad and my friend. My friend was easier to spot. He was dancing on a platform in the middle of the bar, wearing an electric blue jockstrap. I approached to ask about my dad's whereabouts.
"Your dad is the shit! We were having shots at the bar and then Brian (You know Brian? The guy I hook up with sometimes?) invited us to a drink and we were dancing and then some of his friends joined us, and they did a push up contest between some of the older daddies, AND YOU DAD WON! And everyone cheered, and then I got up here and your dad was talking with someone over there." He spoke rapidly without barely breathing between sentences. Once he finished, he pointed to a corner of the room. My father wasn't there, but the door to the bathrooms was close so I went to look for him.
There was no sight of him in the corridor that led to the restrooms so I got inside. It was a decent size men's room with a wall of urinals and four cubicles. Two of the cubicles were empty, and the other two had more than one person inside, I could see their feet under the door. One pair of feet powerfully caught my attention because they were wearing bright yellow socks. Beside those legs there was someone else's wearing white kneehigh sport socks and in front of them someone kneeling down. With a knot on my stomach I went inside the stall next to that one. I stood on the toilet and with a mixture of fear and anticipation looked over the wall.
Inside the bathroom stall, my father was passionately making out with Brian, my roommate's fuck buddy, who was a textbook gym rat. Meanwhile, kneeling in front of them and feasting on their hard meats was a guy about my father's age I'd never seen before. I stood there silently, almost breathless, watching my father enjoy the blowjob the other daddy was giving him. He'd pulled his cock and balls out over the elastic of his swimsuit, which was now halfway down his round ass. Brian's hand traveled from the nape of my father's neck, across his back, and slipped inside his yellow Speedo. At that moment, my father let out a louder moan, and I saw Brian's fingers playing with his hole. After a few minutes like that, Brian slid behind my father and sat on the toilet, pulled down his underwear, and began to devour his ass. My father loved it; he moaned louder, rolled his eyes, threw his head back, and looked up. When his eyes returned to their sockets, he made eye contact with me. A fleeting expression of surprise gave way to pure lust on his face. He winked at me, bit his lower lip, and continued to enjoy the oral pleasure those two men were giving him.
After I got caught, I left the restroom and went back to the party with a huge erection under my black boxers. I went to the bar and ordered two shots since I needed something strong after what I'd witnessed. Alan joined me and dragged me to the dancefloor. I danced a few songs when I saw my father again, his yellow speedo unmistakable in the crowd. He was at the bar with his back to me and I could clearly see a darker stain on the bottom of his swimsuit.
And I just wanted a couple of drinks and chill night.
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When Mom told me Dad had been a model, I didn't ask what kind of model, but I never imagined finding these kinds of photos in the attic. One day, while playing around the house with my high school friends, we decided to look for hidden treasures in the dusty attic, and to my surprise, we found a shoebox full of magazines with naked men. My father appeared in every single one of them, on at least one page. He was sometimes wearing a suit or a police uniform, and sometimes he was completely naked, even striking suggestive poses and even going so far as to show himself with an boner. In most magazines, the men appeared alone or in pairs, but without touching each other. However, we discovered that one of them was a gay porn magazine. I refused to look for pictures of my father in those pages, but my friends took the magazine from me and insisted on finding the section featuring my father. I knew they had found it when their eyes widened in surprise. Curiosity got the better of me, and I stood beside them to see why they were so shocked. When I saw it, my breath caught in my throat. Taking up an entire page was my father, leaning on his back, legs spread wide forming a V, his anus immortalized with a huge black dildo inserted halfway. My father wore a look of pleasure, his eyes half-closed and his mouth open, letting out a frozen moan. For another ten pages, my father was photographed trying out all sorts of sex toys: Chinese balls, various cock rings, a ball-gag, another transparent dildo, but this time he was sucking on it... I was disgusted and shocked. I wanted to look away, but at the same time I couldn't stop staring at the magazine. My friends, on the other hand, became obsessed with those pictures and decided to look for more magazines like that. I was unlucky enough they fund them, and in those he appeared with another model. That's how they ended up jerking off right there in the attic while they looked at my father sucking a hairy brown cock in the pages of a vintage erotic magazine. And me, this was my house, I would take them to my room to do it in peace at night.
"So... This happened." That's the text I got from my uncle Kipp accompanying the picture he sent me. It was a mirror selfie of him in a cowboy hat (like he always wore) but almost naked. Only wearing a skimpy white thong with metal stars on both sides of his bulge. I was shocked. I texted immediately.
"What's going on? Where are you?"
"I'm at the club you told me. I went to see your friend to ask for the bouncer job, like you told me, but when he saw my body he told me that I could make much more money like a gogo dancer. And here I am!" My uncle explained. "I'm about to go audition. Wish me luck!"
I was speechless. I knew my uncle was cool but I never imagined that he would be so open-minded that he would become a stripper at a gay club. I don't know what my aunt would think about that, either. I decided to pass by and ask my friend, the owner, how my uncle did at the audition. I parked and entered through the back door, which led to the office area, and went to my friend's office. It had a window overlooking the stage, and what I saw there shocked me.
The audition had taken a way more explicit turn that I had anticipated. My macho uncle was being spit roasted in the middle of the stage by the pole. My friend the owner was owning his big muscular ass with deep strokes of his hips, pushing his big uncut dick inside his tight hole. On the other end, one of the dancers, a very tall blond twink, was feeding my uncle his impressive tool and my uncle was recieving it down his throat with surprising ease. My uncle was still wearing his cowboy hat and the tiny thong, my friend only pulled aside the strings on the back to plow him hard. I stayed until I saw how my uncle was put on his knees and the otrer two guys came over his bearded face and muscle tits. I returned to my car and drove away. While I was behind the wheel, I received a phonecall from my uncle.
"I got the job!" He sounded very happy. "Your friend was very impressed with my skills and asked me if I could work with the other dancers and I showed him that I'm a team player. It's not exactly what I had in mind, but I think I'll enjoy this new job."
Can I suggest a story where a gym bunny keeps taking selfies whenever he's alone in the locker room with a scrawny guy? At first, the latter thinks he's being made fun of, but he realizes the jock is trying to flirt with him.
I don't know if it's much my type of story but I'll keep it in mind. If I suddenly find the inspiration to write about that, I'll do it.
"Looking good there, Mr Powell!" Andy said as he oogled his dad's best friend.
"Thank you, Andy. I've been hitting the gym pretty hard, lately." The mature sexy man said before he began to pose.
He raised his arms and put his hand behind his head, showing his pits, to highlight his biceps. He crunched his abs, so people could count them. He was wearing a yellow tiny speedo that made his thick quads stand out. Andy shifted his legs so the boner inside his own speedo wouldn't show, and applauded.
"Don't encourage him!" Exclaimed the young man's father. "He's been that cocky since highschool. He doesn't need anyone to cheer for him."
The two old friends began to banter under Andy's attentive glance. The Powells were visiting them at their beach house for the weekend. Andy had a crush on the older gentleman since he could recall and seeing him on the beach didn't soften the feeling. On the contrary, it was harder than ever.
That evening after dinner, the women went to bed earlier. Andy's parents slept in the master bedroom upstairs, and Andy had lent the Powells the smaller bedroom upstairs while he took the tiny room on the ground floor. The men stayed up playing poker and drinking a whiskey from Andy's father's collection that the boy hated, but he wanted to feel included so he pretended to drink slowly as the mature men downed glass after glass. A couple hours in, Andy's dad was quite drunk and decided to hit the sack, too. The young man and his crush, stayed awake for one last "drink", the hunky man clearly more tipsy than his companion.
"You have to tell me your secret, Mr. Powell." Andy said. "I go to the gym almost every day but I don't look like you. You're a beast!"
"I don't know what to tell you, kid." Answer the man. "I just follow instructions. I got a personal trainer and nutritionist that tells me what to eat and what exercises to do. He must know what he's doing because I've never been in better shape. But don't underestimate you, kid. You are in great shape, too. And your genetics didn't help, looking at your dads beer gut. Hahaha!!" He laughed at his joke.
"I definitely don't have a beer gut." Said Andy as he took off his tee shirt to show his flat stomach. "Let's see yours!" He encouraged the older man.
Mr. Powell, who loved attention didn't doubt for a second and unbuttoned his shirt to reveal his physique.
"Looks like you beat me in the abs department, kid." Said Mr Powell. Andy's abs were more ripped than his. This was a little blow into the man's ego and his competitive side flourished. "But my arms are bigger". He showed his guns to Andy.
"Jesus Christ! They're enormous. Let me feel them." Andy didn't wait for an answer and circled one of the man's biceps with his hands. "Oh my god! I can't barely grab them."
Mr Powell loved to show up his progress and flexed stronger to Andy's delight. Andy kept caressing his father's friend's arms, even running his hands several times over his muscular chest, without the man perceiving this attention as anything more than interest in his physique. Andy was enjoying finally being able to touch his childhood crush like this, but now that he'd tried it, he wasn't going to settle for just that; he wanted more. Andy took a step back and flexed his arms to show his progress. Mr. Powell squeezed the young man's biceps with his large hands, just as he had done before. The contact of those hands sent blood to Andy's member, which began to slowly grow inside his underwear. Andy got bolder and pulled down his gym shorts, leaving him in just a pair of blue briefs. His bulge was clearly visible and filled the front of the underwear, but the older man didn't seem to notice.
"Let's compare legs, Mr Powell. I'm very proud of mine." Andy said.
Mr Powell was eager to win this impromptu competition and took off his pants. He was wearing loose-fitting striped boxers that covered more than the tiny swimsuit he wore at the beach. Andy was bummed when he saw them, but that didn't stop him from his mission. Andy flexed his left quad and slapped it a couple times to show the other man how strong it was. Mr Powell touched it with both palms, and felt the tightness of the muscles under the skin.
"Very impressive, kid, but let me show you how the pros do it". Mr Powell rolled up the leg of his underwear to reveal more of his leg and copied the young man's pose. Andy didn't hesitate and immediately knelt down to get a better feel of that thick thigh. He caressed it from the knee to the hip, even slipping his fingertips under the thin fabric to reach the groin. If the older man felt uncomfortable at any point, he didn't show it. Andy repositioned his boner inside his briefs so it wouldn't stretch the pouch obscenely.
"Ok, you win, old man. Now turn around and let me see those glutes". Ordered Andy.
"You're not winning that one, kid. Squats are my favourite!" Said Mr Powell while he obeyed the order. He posed, flexing his glutes, but the wide fabric of the boxers didn't allow to see the form very well.
"This underwear wasn't made for posing." Said Andy while pulling the waistband. "I can't see correctly."
In his drunken state, the mature man didn't seem to care about nudity and got rid of the underwear. Andy finally saw for the first time the ass he'd been dreaming about since he was thirteen. He grabbed each mount of muscle with one hand and methodically squished and traced every muscle and crevice. The moment the man got tired of flexing, Andy quickly spread his cheeks and saw the tight hole of his father's friend. He stood up and slapped the bubble but.
"Ok, big guy. Just one last thing to compare." Andy said.
Mr Powell turned around, puzzled. "What do you mean?"
Andy answered the question by pulling down his underwear and letting his hard dick sprung free. Mr Powell's eyes opened wide with surprise. He didn't expect the son of his best friend to be so forward, and so well hung.
Over the years, it was true that he had caught Andy watching him and looking away as soon as he noticed, or prolonging a hug or handshake longer than necessary. The kid always paid close attention to his stories and at the table he always ended up next to him or across from him during meals. Mr. Powell had attributed it to youthful infatuation, a male role model in which he could see himself reflected, but it seemed that there was more to it. In front of him was no longer a child; there was a strong young man in all his naked glory with a huge hard-on pointing in his direction. The booze and all the attention and the caresses over his worked muscles had made the older man chub up a little, but nothing compared to his companion. That erection was the product of a horny young man's sexual arousal, and he couldn't deny that he himself had caused it.
"Listen, Andy... This... This is not right. We shouldn't... I'm not..." Mr Powell couldn't find the words. The alcohol was part of the problem, but the shock was the main culprit.
"Mr Powell. We're not doing anything. We're just comparing our progress." Said the young man naughtily. "But we can't compare our manhoods like this. You need to catch up."
Once he said that, Andy took the surprised Mr Powell's meat in his hand and began jerking him off. The mature man muffled a deep moan when he felt the hand off his best friend's son pleasuring his neglected cock. Although he went to the gym every day, his penis was a muscle he hadn't exercised in quite some time. Having that attractive young guy so interested in him, and the taboo of the situation brought out the the most basic instincts in him, and decided to let go.
Seeing that his prey wasn't resisting and that his prick was gradually hardening, Andy continued with his plan. He placed his father's friend's cock beside his own and grabbed them both with the same fist to masturbate them simultaneously. He was resisting to cum every second after feeling his crush's skin warm and moist against his. He looked up from the sword fight and he came face to face with the mature man, whose eyes were closed and mouth slightly open, panting with every movement of his hand. Without asking, Andy lunged forward and passionately kissed those desired lips. Mr. Powell was surprised again, but Andy was a very good kisser and he quickly succumbed, returning the kid's kiss. The kiss was lustful, rushed, hurried... A kiss unlike any he'd shared with his wife. A kiss that made the older man feel desired again and incredibly horny.
Andy saw how the man let him do whatever he wanted, and how he was now like putty in his hands. He decided to change his plan and be more aggressive. He stopped the kiss and pushed Mr. Powell down onto the sofa. He moved closer until his erect member was just inches from his father's friend's mouth and gently placed his palm on the man's cheek.
"You said that you achieved this body by following instructions. Let's see how good you are." Andy looked into the seasoned man's eyes intensely. Mr Powell swallowed. "Suck my cock, Mr Powell". Ordered the younger guy.
As if he was hypnotized, not caring about his wife or his best friend and father of his lover sleeping upstairs, Mr Powell obeyed and placed his tongue under the enormous dick. It was a very beautiful cock; perfectly proportioned with a shiny pink head and sinuous veins running along the shaft. Then, he circled the head with his lips and prepared to begin the first blowjob of his life. He mimicked what women had done to him in his youth, with a little extra spice from some porn videos. The younger man threw his head back and let out a deep groan as he placed his hands on the back of the other's head to guide his movements. The inexperienced older man opened his mouth and let his new lover guide him, shoving his gorgeous cock inch by inch into his mouth, deeper and deeper. He felt the tip hit the bottom of his throat and tried to hold back the urge to gag, but his inexperience became noticeable and he coughed, having to take it out. The horny college boy stroked his conquest cheek to comfort him and directed him back towards his cock, this time inserting it more gently so he could get used to it. The flavor and texture surprised his dad's best friend. He didn't dislike it, but it had a saltyness that took some getting used to.
After a new attempt at a deep throat that left Mr Powell with teary eyes, Andy decided to return the favour. He sat the older man on the couch and gave him one of his expert blowjobs. The older man couldn't stay silent as he sighed and moaned and praised how good his best friend's son was making him feel.
"Yes, baby! Suck that cock! Jesus! I haven't felt so good since college! Don't stop!" Mr Powell kept repeating.
"If you want me to make you feel real good, close your eyes and trust me, Mr Powell". Andy tempted him.
"We're not going to fuck tonight, Andy"
"I'm not talking about that, Mr Powell."
Curiosity got the best of the muscular man so he decided to close his eyes and relaxed. Andy was very happy to have finally seen and, above all, eaten the cock he had dreamed of since he was a teenager, but since he had seen his father's friend on the beach with the small yellow swimsuit squeezing his bubble butt, he could only think of one thing. He took advantage of the mature hunk's position and fiercely attacked his anus, devouring it like a dog throws itself at its food bowl when it's hungry. Mr. Powell was startled, but the sensation of pleasure Andy gave him was so great that he let him continue with his rimming.
After thoroughly lapping the tight ring, the horny youngster inserted his middle finger into the hole and searched for his prostate. When he found it and methodically massaged it, Mr Powell let out a small moan.
"What is that? That felt incredible!" Exclaimed the older man.
"That's your prostate, big guy. Enjoy the ride."
Andy worked the virgin hole for a while. He inserted one finger after another, lubricated with his saliva until it was open enough for the next step. Without saying anything to his father's friend, who was busy squirming with pleasure, he placed the tip of his hard missile at his entrance and pushed in until half of it was buried. Mr Powell opened his eyes, scared and surprised, and opened his mouth to say something, but with another thrust, the young bull pushed his cock balls deep. The mature man's breath got caught in his throat and he rolled his eyes as Andy enjoyed the warm sensation of victory after claiming his childhood crush's virginity. After waiting a few seconds, he began to thrust his cock in and out, making the older man moan again.
Mr Powell was having the best feeling in the world. Jolts of electricity run through his body from his ass that was being deeply fucked by his best friend's sexy son. The kid had been so sneaky and clever. He couldn't believe he had been seduced by him, but here he was: getting railed on a couch like some cheap whore while his wife and the kid's parents were sleeping upstairs, blissfully unaware. And he was loving every bit. The pleasure was so intense he was having trouble not to scream his moans and the taboo nature of the situation was making him so horny he didn't know how it was possible that he hadn't cum yet.
That situation was about to be remedied because Andy grabbed the man's throbbing cock and started to jerk it off. A couple of strokes were enough for all the pleasure that Mr Powell was experiencing to concentrate at the base of his meat and explode in a powerful geyser that smeared the muscular and tanned torso that he was constantly sculpting in the gym. With that exciting vision, Andy didn't stay behind and fired his load into the not so virgin, mature hole.
The two men made out passionately as their breathing returned to normal. Once they could stand up, they went to the bathroom to take a much needed shower. What the horny couple didn't know was that almost from the beginning they had a secret audience. Andy's father hadn't gone to sleep, just to use the toilet for a moment, but when he came back down the two muscular men had already started comparing their bodies and seeing them in that situation he decided to watch the scene unfold from the shadow of the stairs. While the other two cleaned up in the shower, the owner of the house quickly took some kitchen paper to clean his own jizz from the floor before going to bed. The following morning he would have a serious conversation with his son and his best friend.
Johnny came over last night. I wasn't expecting him. We had decided that since he's my brother's best friend that we would cool things down and take a step back. Neither one of us wanted to ruin our relationships with him. As far as my brother knew, Johnny was straight and so was I.
But last night, Johnny showed up and I let him in. I tried to ward off his advances but he's just so fucking sexy and charming. And his body is off the charts. And he fucks like a machine. He's the first dude I've ever been with so I don't have anyone to compare him to, but all I know is that when he's inside me, I want him there forever.
He rolls over on top of me and kisses me. My dick is instantly hard. I can still feel his loads inside me from the multiple times he fucked me last night. I asked him once if I could fuck him. He laughed in my face and said, "Fuck no. You're the bitch in this situation." He was half kidding, I think. It pissed me off and I didn't talk to him for a whole day. By late that night, he was balls deep inside me yet again.
"Morning, baby boy," Johnny said between kisses. He always called me that, maybe since he was five years older. He made me feel like a kid, even though I'm not small. Sure, he's more muscular but that's just because he's naturally a bigger dude. I'm lean muscle. He's big muscle. He made me feel protected.
"Morning," I whispered. My voice was gravelly from sleep.
"God, you're so fucking cute when you sleep."
I blushed. "I always sleep good when you're here."
"Yeah? We should make that a permanent thing."
I looked up at him surprised. "What?"
"Maybe we should make this permanent. Move in together?"
"Johnny," I stuttered, "I think that's premature. We've only been hooking up for a couple months. I mean, I've never been with a guy before you."
"You call this hooking up?" he asked me. He looked confused or hurt.
I shrugged. "I guess. I don't know. I thought that's all you wanted."
"Weston, you think I'd spend this much time with you if I weren't serious?"
"Dude, I don't know. I've only known you to be with women. You always hook up with women. I just assumed that's what this was."
Johnny shook his head. "No, Weston. I'm serious." He did a push up over me and looked down. "I don't want to be with women anymore."
I looked up at him. I know I must have looked doubtful. "Ok, what about Drew? You want to come out to him? He'll be pissed when he finds out we've been fucking."
"I don't give a shit. I would have to come out anyway. We would have to come out."
I lifted my head and came up on my elbows. "Woah, wait a minute. Who said anything about coming out. I don't even know what this is. I don't even know if I'm gay."
He sat up, straddling my legs. "What? Weston, we fuck all the time. You love to get fucked."
"I love it when YOU fuck me. I don't know if I like it when other guys fuck me. I wasn't expecting to find out either."
He looked like a mixture of hurt and pissed. "I fucking love you, Weston."
"WHAT? You do?"
"You don't love me?"
"Johnny, I don't know. I... I don't know."
He looked down at me and sighed. "You don't think about me all the time?"
I contemplated the question. I did think about him a lot. "Yes. I do."
"You like to spend time with me?"
"Johnny, all we usually do is fuck. So, yeah, I do like it."
"We don't fuck ALL the time," he said with a frown. "We hang, watch movies, sports, eat out sometimes."
I kept looking up at him. His brown eyes were soft and warm. His square jaw had stubble. His thick black hair was messy with bed-head.
"Yeah, I guess we do."
He slowly lowered himself on top of me again. I loved to feel his weight on me. His hard muscle against mine. I could feel his big cock harden and lengthen against mine. He gently kissed me. Then he maneuvered himself between my legs. It took me a while to get used to that; another guy spreading my legs like I did with women. I knew what he was doing and my legs automatically wrapped around his waist. As we kissed I felt his cock nudge at my hole.
"Johnny," I whimpered. "No. We need to stop."
"I'm not stopping, Weston," he whispered. "You don't want me to either."
I pushed up on his chest but he wouldn't budge. "Johnny, come on, man. We can't do this. I'm not gay."
Then I felt him thrust a little bit, the tip of his cock breaching my hole. "Fuck," I gasped.
He smiled down at me. "There you go, baby boy," he cooed in my ear.
"Johnny," I murmured. "Holy shit." I grunted when he sank in all the way.
"You feel so good, baby boy. So, fucking good. So warm."
I raised my legs and spread them wide. I put my arms on his hips and held on. I watched my feet flop up and down as he fucked. God, it was so fucking good. The whole time, he just stared down into my eyes.
"Johnny... fuck me," I whimpered. "God, don't stop fucking me."
"I won't, Weston. You're my baby boy. I'll take care of you," he whispered in his deep, sexy voice.
I arched my back and straighten out my legs at the intense, erotic sensation jetting through my ass and up my spine. "What are you doing to me?"
"Making you mine, Weston. I'm not letting you go. I won't stop until you accept that."
He thrust long and deep like he was making love, not just fucking. It was so fucking romantic. That was the first time I saw him differently. He wasn't just some hot straight dude who was experimenting with me. He was more than that. I could see some kind of future with him. I started questioning my whole life, my whole identity. Was I gay? Or was I just in love with the person and not the gender?
I kissed him. I felt like such a girl at that moment. This must be what it feels like to be a girl when she's with a serious guy. I felt like I was love sick.
"Damn it, Johnny," I said in-between guttural sounds coming from my throat.
"What?" he asked with a smirk.
"I don't know what you do to me. I can't stop wanting you."
"Then don't, baby boy."
I saw that familiar look on his face. That look when he's about to cum. I spread my legs as wide as they would go. I gripped tighter to his waist and pulled him in tight. Tightening my legs and ass always made my orgasms last longer. He closed his eyes and his mouth fell open as I felt his cock expand. I felt the warm sensation of his jizz filling me whole. Then I came without touching myself. I splattered all over my chest and chin. That was something I had to get used to as well. My own cum on my face. That time Johnny swiped some off my chin and fed it to me was when I knew I was going to be his bitch.
He collapsed on top of me. I wrapped my arms around his neck. My face was nestled against his neck. I sighed. "When can you move in?"
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I stepped out onto my back yard and let the sun's rays caress my skin as I basked in its warmth. I breathed deeply and enjoyed the silence of my house, which was only possible when my wife and children weren't there. Knowing I had a couple of hours to myself, I decided to indulge in my favorite activity, one I couldn't normally do in front of my family. Without a second thought, I took off my boxers and laid them on the grass, and I stood completely naked. I smiled to myself and dove headfirst into the pool. The cool water relaxed me immediately, and the movement of my genitals floating in the current created by my legs as I swam brought my penis to life little by little. Knowing me alone, I decided to take advantage of the opportunity and enjoy some self pleasure time lying on the sun lounger.
I grabbed my hardening cock and commenced masturbating with my eyes closed. I stroked my shaft gently, reveling in the sensation of my tight fist running its entire length. I then licked my fingers and rubbed my cockhead. A shiver ran up my spine and I let a deep moan escape my mouth. I opened my eyes as my fingertip caressed my piss slit and found out a pair of eyes observing me from the other side of the fence.
At first I was startled, but a new sensation quickly took its place: lust. The fact that someone was spying on me while I was jerking off turned me on immensely. My cock got harder, and a pearl of precum moistened the tip of my finger, which I spread all over the head of my cock.
The house next door belonged to a widower who lived there with his three sons. He was about ten years older than me and kept himself in good shape. He also took care of his appearance with a modern haircut and a well-groomed beard that made him look younger despite his gray hair. The eldest son had already returned from university and worked as a lawyer or accountant or something like that for a local company. I would see him leave for work every morning in his car, wearing a perfectly tailored suit. He was tall and slim with dark hair always perfectly combed. The middle son was about 20 years old. He hadn't gone to college and worked as a personal trainer at the gym I went to. He always wore tiny clothes that barely covered his enormous muscles: a tank top that always left one of his nipples exposed and the shortest shorts on the market that framed his bubble butt. He had shoulder-length hair, always tied back in a man bun, and a thick beard—one of those hipster types that were all the rage a few years back. The youngest was still in highschool, I'm not sure if he was eighteen yet. He was a very nice kid that was friends with my eldest daughter. In fact, I knew that she had a crush on him and constantly talked about him to my wife. Because of that, I knew that he played basketball and was in a lot of clubs and committees at school. To be honest, I wouldn't mind having him as our son in law.
Those four were the only people to whom the eyes that were now looking at me could belong, and I didn't care who it was, any of them seeing me like this made me so horny. I decided to put a show for him.
I brought the fingers that had been caressing my cock to my mouth and sucked them with exaggerated reverence. I savored my intense taste and then slid my hand down to my chest. I caressed my strong pecs and pinched my sensitive nipple, making my skin prickle with goosebumps. All this while continuing to masturbate with my other hand as my hips humped the air. My hand continued down my abs and grasped my cock. I jacked off with both hands, making them twist in opposite directions. Later, I fondled my balls and squished the base, making my ballsack stretch away from my body.
I heard a noise on the other side of the wall and assumed that my peeping Tom was jerking off with me, enjoying the show. This pushed me through the edge and my cock exploded all over my naked torso. Six potent jets of cum coated my hairy chest and stomach while a mind-blowing orgasm took over my entire body. After I finished, my exhibitionist self had one last idea. I scooped a spoonful of jizz from my torso and I let it drip into my tongue. I repeated the action a couple more times until I finished my kinky snack. A series of deep grunts came from my neighbours' yard. I smiled and went inside my house to take a most deserved shower. I had found out my new favourite activity to do when I had the house to myself.
You knew that look. You've seen it before. At the gym, back in college, that guy from work... They all wanted a piece of you. And if the occasion was right, you would give it to them.
Like this guy. Shirtless, in public, in the middle of the day, in the middle of a crowded metro car; giving you those "I'll fuck you right now" eyes. But you can't. Not right now. Not with your wife and children by your side. Such a waste. You would've let him do such depraved things to you.
The glance game continued and the sexy hunk basically fucked you right in front of your wife with his deep gaze, his naughty lip bitting, his discreet groping. You were hard under your khakis. You swallowed the thick spit that had formed in your mouth. If only this was a different situation...
The stranger got up when the train stopped. He walked past you and you inhaled his intoxicating musk. A glob of precum stained your boxers. The man dropped a crumpled piece of paper at your feet and gave you one last knowing look before getting down to the platform. You bent over to pick the paper and smiled. You knew that his number was written in that piece of garbage, and you also knew that later that week you would be receiving his enormous cock in the same position you were in now.
An anonymous reader prompted me this story. I loved writing it. Please, don't hesitate on suggesting plots or pics for me to write about.
These are Ramos, my roommate, and me, before everything happened. He was my best friend and we were always together. We had the same major, and were studying to be physical therapists. We liked the same stuff; watched anime together, went rock climbing... We joked that we were like a couple without the sex. We were your typical gym bros. Always in the gym, making protein shakes in the morning, meal prepping for the week. I loved working on my arms and chest while his favourite day was leg day. We work hard, but we played hard and you could've found us partying all night on the weekends. We both got girlfriends. His was called Amy. She was very traditional, with christian values. A bit of a prude. Blonde, very pretty, huge tits. He was into tits. Mine was Vanessa. A crazy but sexy brunette latina. She was wild in the sack. I was in love with her. She'd been the first girl who'd let me put my dick in her ass and I got hooked. That tight embrace was like nothing I had ever felt. We had sex every day. Sometimes even two times a day. Life was good. That was until Vanessa dumped me.
She cheated on me one night out, with a black dude "with a huge dick", according to her, and the next morning we broke up. I was devastated. I felt emasculated and all my insecurities from when I was a chubby highschool kid came back. I got a little depressed and didn't go out of my room for a few days. At the same time, I had got used to fuck every day so I was incredibly horny. Sad and horny was a weird combination because the only thing that calmed me was jacking off. I masturbated three or four times a day. On top of that, I barely showered for a week so the apartment reeked. Ramos talked to me about it.
"Bro, you have to get out. You can't be here all day whining and beating your meat." He caught me a couple of times. "And the apartment smells like a locker room. I have enough ball sweat at the gym without coming home and having to smell your musk everywhere. Open a window and take a shower for the love of God!!!" He was pissed.
"Dude, I'm crushed. She dumped me for another dude just because his dick was bigger. I feel like crap! Leave me alone!" I shouted.
"Omar, bro, I've seen you in the showers. If that dude had a bigger dick than you, he is a monster. She just wanted to hurt you because you cheated with that dancer." He comforted me.
"Do you think she knows about that?" It never occurred to me that Vanessa knew about my affairs.
"Bro. You're a slut who found another slut and have been happy for a few months. But in the end you knew this would happen. One of you would eventually get tired of it and leave with someone who's more of a slut. The only problem is that she was first." He told me all of this with his hand on my shoulder and a reassuring tone. It hurt a little, but deep down I knew he was right.
"Ok, you might be right, but the bitch fucked me every day and now I crave sex all the time. I have to jerk off or I'll go crazy."
"What you need is to get laid. Go out with me and Amy and some of her coworkers. They're hot and I'm sure one of them would hook up with you."
It sounded like a good idea. I showered and cleaned my room and I worked myself out at the gym the rest of the week. On Friday, I went out with my roommate and met his girlfriend's friends, ready to get back my mojo. But it didn't work out as I expected. I don't know if they could smell my desperation or if I came out too strong, none of them were receptive to my advances. I went back home that night and jerked off furiously two loads over my tatted pecs and washboard abs.
The next few weeks weren't better. Ramos was still trying to hook me up with any girl that he knew but nothing seemed to work. I couldn't score any pussy so I continued masturbating constantly. I wasn't sad anymore so my hygiene and the apartment were more presentable. Sadly, my continuous self pleasing made me bored of normal porn so I began to search for kinkier and raunchier things.
One evening, I was alone because Ramos went out with his girlfriend. I decided to take the living room for myself and watch porn on the big screen instead of my phone. A couple nights back I found a page I really liked. Searching for videos where two guys double penetrated a girl, I came across one where suddenly the dudes started kissing each other and suddenly one had his dick inside the other's ass. The guy had such an amazing ass. Round but muscular. And his hole looked so tight. It made me remember fucking Vanessa's. I came so hard when the dude getting fucked moaned like a bitch. I was surprised but soon hooked. That evening I went directly to the page where the video was from and clicked into another one. I laid on the sofa completely naked and began jacking off as soon as I clicked play.
A few minutes later, the screen was showing me the girl sucking both the guys at the same time. I was so into it that I barely registered the front door opening.
"WHAT THE FUCK!!" A high pitched voice screamed behind me. I turned around startled and found Amy watching the screen with horror and my friend behind her with a surprise expression on his face. "For the love of God! That's disgusting! There's no way we're having sex in this house with your pervert of a roommate jerking off to porn in the other room. Or worse! Listening to us doing it!" They stormed out, slamming the door behind them, while she continued shouting things I couldn't understand. I paused the video but after a few minutes I resumed my activities after no-one came back.
The door opened again when one of the men was rimming the other guy's asshole. I paused the video again, ready for more girl screams but only my roommate was at the doorframe.
"Bro, what the fuck! You just cockblocked me!" He shouted. He looked pissed. "You know how Amy doesn't let me smash often, and the one night she is horny and told me to come back to my place, we found you blasting porn on the TV! What the hell!!"
"I'm so sorry, bro. I just thought I had the house to myself and got comfortable."
"Well, your comfort just cost me a good fuck. You need to stop this. You aren't like this. I remember you told me you didn't enjoy porn that much."
"Well, I didn't. But, since Vanessa broke up with me I'm so horny only hardcore porn helps. Besides, you promised me to find me an easy hole to fuck and I'm still waiting." I complained.
"Bro. I, know. But I have no other bitches to introduce you to." He told me as he plopped down on the couch next to me.
"Bro, what're you doing? I'm naked and hard, here." I was covering my junk with a cushion but underneath it all, it remained completely erect.
"Whatever, bro. I'm not getting blue balls because of you. You cost me a fick, the least you can do is let me watch your porn. What are we watching?" He took his shirt off and pulled his jeans down to his ankles. He was wearing a pair of grey boxer briefs that revealed a huge bulge, which he immediately began to rub shamelessly.
I got into panic mode because I suddenly remembered that I was watching bi porn. Ramos was very open-minded but I wasn't sure how he was going to take the fact that his best friend was watching two guys fuck.
"Ok, don't freak out." I tried to calm myself and him. "A couple nights ago I found a page with bi videos and it turned me on a lot. So I'm watching that."
"That's fine, bro. I like when the girls play with each other."
"No, bro. Not that kind of bi porn. They're two dudes that fuck eachother."
My friend looked at me very seriously and thought his next words carefully.
"Omar. Are you gay? It's ok if you are. I'm just shocked!"
"No, bro. I'm not gay. I just... I came upon it by chance and when the guy put his cock inside the other guy... Pfff. I found it so hot. It was a great ass! I don't know what happened but I got hooked."
He mediated for a few seconds before responding.
"Ok, I get it. It doesn't surprise me too much. You're an ass man and you always say how much you liked anal with Vanessa. I guess it's a normal progression." I was surprised with how well he took the information. "Play it, so we can see if I like it too."
I smiled and started the video again. The man licked the other one's hole from the taint up and he moaned. I grabbed my dick under the pillow but I was still shy to openly jerk off in front of my buddy. We quietly touched ourselves as the scene continued. Then, Ramos spoke.
"Have you ever had your ass eaten?" He asked.
"No. I don't think girls do that". I answered, surprised.
"Well, if they're kinky enough." He said smirking.
"Have you got your ass eaten?"
"Remember Becca?" I nodded. She was a girl he dated for a couple of months before Amy. "She liked to eat my ass and it felt great. I miss it because there's no way I can ask Amy to do it."
"That's wild, bro!" I laughed.
We kept watching the porno and soon after, Ramos took his underwear off. I had seen him naked in the shower many times but never hard. His dick was pretty big, but above all, extremely thick. His hand didn't circle the base completely. That gave me the courage to take the cushion off.
"Damm, bro! That thing is huge!" Exclaimed my friend looking amazed at my hard cock. "It doesn't look that big in the locker room. You're a grower and a shower."
I laughed. It was true that I had a big dick. That's why I enjoyed anal so much. I can sink it as deep as I like.
As the scene continued, we got to the part where the dude started to fuck the other one while the girl watched fingering her pussy. On the corner of my eye, I saw how Ramos shifted his weight and his arms moved differently. I turned my head curiously to see what he was doing. He kept rubbing his pole up and down in his right fist but his legs were spread open and hi was circling his asshole with the tip of his fingers. It was glistening, I guessed he had licked his fingers before. My suspicions were confirmed when a moment later he sucked and savoured his fingers before bringing them back to rub his hole. He had a soft layer of damp hair around his puckered pink entrance. I was seeing my best friend under a new light I never thought possible. He was a sexy, fucker. I knew that already. But I suddenly realised that all those hours at the squat rack had given him a big juicy ass.
"Do you always do that jerking off?" I asked without missing a single movement of his fingers.
"Yeah." He moaned. "It makes me shoot so hard." He took a deep breath and pushed a finger through his sphincter. He started to finger himself like the woman in the video. Before I realised, he had two fingers up his ass. "Becca tried more than licking my hole." He confessed. "She knew how to massage my prostate while she sucked me. I have tried to do it to myself but it is hard to reach this way."
"It looks hot." I said without thinking.
Ramos smiled. "Like the video, huh?"
"Hotter." I answered.
My friend and I looked into each other's eyes as we kept masturbating. Our breathing Was heavy and short. Sweat was beginning to form over our skin.
"Do you like what you see, Omar?" He whispered sensuality. I nodded. "Since you owe me a fuck, and I owe you a hole... Do you think you'd like to try and put your dick in my ass?"
I was too horny to think straight, too desperate to decline sex, and my friend's ass looked so good, and his hole surely felt so tight...
"Do you think it's a good idea, bro?" I asked with the last spark of lucidity I got.
"I don't care." Said my roommate, getting on all fours.
His round muscular ass hypnotized me. I took the bottle of lube I was using and spurted a generous amount on my steel hard rod and over Ramos' ass. His hole contracted when the cold liquid made contact. I pushed a finger inside to better spread the lube. It went in like butter. It was so hot and tight. The velvety feeling I had missed for so long was at the tip of my finger. I introduced a second one, without too much resistance. And then a third. That one was more difficult but soon I was going in and out with no problem. My friend's moans mixed with the ones on the screen.
"Bro, put it in, please!" He pleaded. I complied.
I teased his hole with my tip a few times and then pushed inside until he let out sigh. I stopped to let him get used to my girth and to calm myself because I was on the verge of cumming already. Once his walls relaxed enough, he gave me the ok to keep going. Inch by inch, I buried my big cock balls deep, my favourite feeling in the world. Ramos turned his head and looked at me.
"This feels amazing. Fuck me, bro!"
And I did. I started slow but I wasn't very patient and my friend's moans encouraged me to go faster. Soon, I was drilling my roommate's ass with all my pent up frustration and judging by his whimpering and cursing, he was loving the shit out of it. His broad back occupied almost my entire field of vision. I stroked it, marveling on his strong muscles, flexing unde his skin. I grabbed his shoulders to give me more leverage and fucked him deeper. One of my more energetic rams made him lose balance and his knee fell from the edge of the couch.
"Maybe if I lay on my back?" He suggested.
I nodded automatically. I was in a trance, not thinking about anything but releasing all my sexual tension and nutting any way possible.
Ramos positioned himself and grabbed his thick legs by his chest. He showed me his hole, now red and loose after my assault. As soonas he gave me permission to continue, I plunged my cock and fucked him harder than before. Now my vision had changed and I could see his face as I fucked him. He had the same expression as the guys in the videos I had been watching. His eyes rolling up, his mouth parted open, sexy small moans scraping between his teeth. I looked dow and saw his thick meat hard as a rock over his stomach glistening with precum. I grabbed it in my fist without thinking. It was so much thicker than mine. I started to jack him off as I continued fucking him with all that I had. I felt his cock jump on my hand. He opened his eyes wide.
"STOP!" I didn't stopped. "Omar, if you don't I'm gona... FUCK! I'm gonna cum! I'm cumming. I'M CUMMING!" A powerful jet emerged from his dick, crossing his face and landing on the backrest of the couch. Another one shot right into his opened mouth and a lot more painted his torso perly white. A nice contrast to his tanned skin. The hot vision and the contractions of his sphincter on my dick pushed my over the edge. I pulled out and after just two tugs I came so hard that my mind went blank for a second. When I recover consciousness, I saw my friend's face much more covered in jizz than before.
We stayed there, still, slowly catching our breath as we looked into each other's eyes. I suddenly realized what we had done. I saw my best friend glowing with bliss and covered in the product of our pleasure. I realise what he had done for me, what my wellbeing and our friendship meant for him, and what he meant to me. I leaned down and kissed him. He parted his lips and pushed his tongue to met mine. It was a passionate kissbut also tender and full of meaning. When we stopped, we didn't speak for a while after I laid on the couch beside him. He was the first one to speak.
"That was so good."
"It was amazing. I honestly think it was the best sex of my life." I confessd.
"I've never cum this hard!" He added.
"You came so hard!" I laughed.
"You're the one to talk!" We both laughed.
"Was it good enough to repeat it, sometime?" I asked, coy.
"It was so good, I would do it every day." He answered looking deep into my eyes.
i know you've written some similar stories but i'd love a story about two (straight) roommates, where one was recently dumped by his gf and the other offers his hole to make him feel better... turns out they both like it more than expected...
love your stories, they're seriously hot!! keep it up!
Sure. I can try something like that. I'll try to find a good picture for the story. Next time send a DM so I can give you a shout out for the idea!
Things got a little out of hand at my wedding reception. Liquor was flowing fairly freely. Most of the guests were feeling no pain. I’d walked out into the lobby outside the reception hall to take a quick breather, while my new wife gushed to all her girlfriends about how her dreams were finally coming true.
I’d only been out in the lobby for a few seconds when I heard loud singing coming from outside. The reception hall doors leading outside were wide open to keep air circulating in the building. As I walked to the doors and peered outside, I saw quite a sight… My father and my new father-in-law, Tom, doing a drunken waltz, trying to sing - or maybe slur would be a more appropriate description - the words to Y.M.C.A. by The Village People between fits of laughter. About thirty minutes earlier, we’d all engaged in a back-to-back routine of the wedding reception staples, The Electric Slide and the Y.M.C.A. dance. It was no wonder the song was stuck in their heads. I couldn’t stop chuckling softly at these two masculine men waltzing and singing.
I was about to either take out my phone and tape this to use for ample teasing material in the future or to go get my wife, mom, and mother-in-law to see, when something happened that made me glad I didn’t have time to do either of those things. Tom pulled my dad in close and then dipped him. Okay. They were waltzing. One of them dipping the other seemed only like a natural thing to do. But what happened next, certainly wasn’t part of a normal waltz. Tom leaned down and kissed Dad. It wasn’t a short kiss for fun either. Tom was really laying it on my dad. I couldn’t believe it!
After he’d been pulled into a standing position, I expected Dad to be pissed. He just looked at Tom like he couldn’t believe it either. But instead of yelling at Tom or socking him in the face, he leaned in and returned the kiss. The must’ve stood there for more than a minute, smacking lips and trading tongues, before my dad pulled back.
“Tom, maybe we better take this to a more private place.”
“Where?” Tom asked.
“The reception hall has a restroom in the basement. No one will disturb us there.”
“Let’s do it, buddy!”
I quickly ducked back inside before they could turn back toward the door. I stood behind a plant, hoping to conceal myself enough that they wouldn’t notice me. Sure enough, they walked inside and made their way to the stairs without even paying attention to me. Briefly, I wondered what I should do. Should I head back into the reception and forget everything I’d just seen? My growing cock in my tux pants wouldn’t let me do that. I gave them a head start of a minute and then, looking around to make sure no one from inside the reception was watching me, I headed for the same stairs the men had just taken.
My wife said it was a mistake to have an open bar at our reception. As I approached the door to the men’s room in the basement, my cock ready to bust through my slacks at the idea of what was happening inside, I was thanking my lucky stars that she hadn’t convinced me to have a pay bar.
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I'm rewriting this story because the other one disappeared completely.
I come from a pretty conservative family, so the possibility that I could be gay never crossed my mind during my teenage years. It wasn't until my sophomore year of college that I met Michael, and everything changed. Michael was one of my fraternity brothers, and he quickly became my best friend. Our rooms were next to each other, and most nights we spent in one room or the other playing video games, studying, or talking until the wee hours. Soon, that friendship blossomed into something more, and without realizing it, one night we started kissing passionately. Something clicked in my brain, and that's when I discovered I was attracted to guys.
To make up for lost time, Michael and I were constantly having sex, either in his room or mine, always trying to be as quiet as possible so the other siblings wouldn't find out about our relationship. Michael was quite kinky and invented sex games to keep things interesting. One thing he came up with was to drill a hole between our rooms so we could use it as a glory hole and suck each other off. We had it covered by some posters to hide it.
One day, my brother decided to visit me on campus. I immediately panicked. I was still in the closet to everyone, and I couldn't let my brother find out I was dating Michael. On the other hand, even though we were still hiding our relationship from our fraternity brothers, Michael had told his family, and I had lied to him, saying I had told mine too. In short, I couldn't let my brother and Michael know about each other's existence. Luckily, the very weekend my brother was coming, my boyfriend went back home.
I was tidying my room Friday morning when someone knocked on my door. I opened the door and saw my brother. He was two hours early.
"Hey little bro!"
"What are you doing here so early?" I blurted out. Michael hadn't left yet, and the possibility of them suddenly meeting again existed.
"I got out of work early. Relax! You look like you saw a ghost!"
"It's just that... I have a class now, and I wasn't expecting you, and we can't hang out yet." It wasn't a lie, but it wasn't the whole truth.
"No problem, bro. I'm beat. I'll take a nap." He said as he launched on my bed.
I went to class feeling more at ease because Michael's train was leaving in twenty minutes and forgot about the problem. The lesson was really demanding and I gave my full attention so it wasn't until later that I saw the text from Michael. "Hey babe, I looked at the train departing time wrong and I still have an hour here. I'm going back to my room If you want a farewell blowjob."
My heart sank to my knees. I quickened my pace to get to my room as fast as possible. If my boyfriend did what we always did in the glory hole in the wall, my brother would find out I was gay, Michael would discover I'd lied about coming out, and I'd end up rejected by my family and dumped by my boyfriend. I couldn't let that happen.
When I got to my door, I went in without knocking, and the sight that greeted me stopped me in my tracks. My brother was pressed against the wall shared with Michael's room, his back to me. He was completely naked, so I could see his muscular back and his defined gutes, which contracted every time he thrust his pelvis against the wall. It didn't take a genius to figure out that he'd discovered the hole and decided to use it. A mixture of anger and jealousy took hold of me.
"What are you doing? Get away from him, he's my..." I stopped speaking just as I realized I was about to reveal my secret.
My brother looked at me with a blissful expression on his face and put a finger to his lips to silence me. "Shhh. Keep your voice down. We don't want the cock-sucker to get scared. I never thought my little brother was so perverted as to have made a gloryhole in his wall and have a guy sucking his dick. I wish I had thought of that when I went to college."
I didn't know how to respond. My brother wasn't angry with me. In fact, it probably hadn't even crossed his mind that I was gay. Besides, judging by his reaction, Michael probably didn't know it wasn't my cock he was expertly sucking. I took two big steps and tried to pull my brother away from the wall.
"Stop, please. He doesn't even know it's not me," I begged.
My brother pulled his hand away and flipped me off with both hands without even looking at me. "Don't be selfish and share with your older brother. I've had a really tough week and this is just what I needed." He kept tilting his hips, fucking my oblivious boyfriend's face.
I stood there, watching helplessly. The only way to stop my brother would be to reveal the truth, and I wasn't ready to do that yet. I felt powerless. There was my brother, enjoying the mouth of the man I loved, and I couldn't do a thing. It was so humiliating, so degrading, so... exciting, so hot. Filled with shame, I pulled my dick out of my pants and began to masturbate frantically at the sight of my brother's bare backside. I didn't stop as images of my boyfriend's eyes flashed through my mind.
My brother let out a deep grunt and his ass contracted. I could only guess that he was unloading deep into Michael's throat, and I came too, shooting out powerful spurts onto my bedroom floor.
"That was incredible. We should invite him over this weekend to do it again, huh, little brother?"
"He's going home this weekend," I said like an automaton.
"Too bad," my brother replied as he got dressed.
I couldn't get the image out of my head all day, nor the reaction I'd had. Was I into this stuff? Was this a kink I would be interested in exploring? Should I tell Michael the truth?
During lunch with my brother at a local diner, I received a message from my boyfriend.
"I'm already on the train on my way home. I must have given you an amazing blowjob, right? You've never shot so much in my mouth before. I almost choked on all that cum. By the way, I don't know what you've been eating lately, but it was delicious. Keep it up. Love you! See you when I get back."
I was vacationing with my dad and my best friend. We were staying in a luxurious hotel, spending a good afternoon in the infinity pool on the roof. My dad had decided to wear the tiniest bathing suit and my friend spent all afternoon devouring him with his eyes. I had elbowed him a couple of times for being so obvious but he kept going.
"Damm, Mr. P. It looks like the gym is paying off. You have an amazing body". He said.
"Thanks, Pete. I've been hitting it pretty hard lately. I've even signed up for an amateur bodybuilding competition."
"No way!" Exclaimed my friend. "Is that why you're shaved?"
"That's exactly it!" He lowered the waist band of his swimsuit to show us his hairless pubic area and groin. "See? Not a single hair!"
"Dad! Please don't show us that!" I protest.
"Let him show off!" My friend scolded me. "His proud of his work! Be proud for him too!"
I let out an upset sigh, leaned back on my chair and dozed off. When I woke up, Pete and my dad were not in the pool but in the jacuzzi. I was about to join them when I noticed something strange. They weren't stretched out relaxing in the water. Pete was leaning on the edge of the jacuzzi resting all his weight on his elbows and my dad was right behind him with his hands on the hips with his sight fixed on the horizon. The water covered them up to their navels. Even though their pastures were unusual inside a jacuzzi, they might've been just contemplating the sunset, but there was something else, and I knew my friend Pete too well. If you looked closely you could see Pete was rocking back and forth and my father met his rhythm with his pelvis. They were silently fucking in public.
I lost my breath when I realized. I sat down again and the noise brought my friend's attention. He looked me in the eyes and smiled devilishly. He raised a hand grabbing my dad's swimsuit, put a finger to his lips and wink at me. At that moment, my dad tensed his legs and placed a hand on Pete's shoulder.
And that's the story of how my dad bred my best friend on a hotel rooftop. All while I watched, astonished and brick-hard.
