where is the 1?!

Carlos, on the other hand, was another story. There wasn’t a wild story that didn’t catch his attention and I found myself helping him and Greg out of situations that I felt Greg should’ve known better than to get involved in. Prime example was the fiasco involving raising Shar-peis. He was absolutely certain that these were the next dog breed to be internet cuties and decided to spend two grand apiece for a pair. Only the silly queen ended up buying two males who might’ve mated a lot, but we’re never going to produce a litter. From my business contacts I found willing purchasers who took them off his hands at four hundred each.

They both felt kind of foolish but I couldn’t stay angry at them over anything. That’s why when Carlos said he found a way to help pay me back for all the help I’d given him, I was at first dubious of the success, but when he and Greg came home from their first night’s venture, each with fifty bucks, I had to step back and give them credit.

Turns out that Carlos found a research lab for a skin care company that needed test subjects for their new products. They were bound by a NDA so they couldn’t tell me all the details of their position, but basically they harvested steroidal compounds from animals and applied it to the skin to see the results. They varied the effects of certain diets to determine the best results with the desired outcome.

Greg and Carlos were responsible for harvesting these steroids through corporate methods and then having it applied to their bodies. As the current batch was for a thick cream called Facial, and was being tested on their cheeks. I could see the dried remains on Greg’s cheek and he had a bit of a rosy glow that I didn’t remember when he left to go to work.

The bottom line was that he and Carlos had passed the initial night of experimentation on multiple test subjects, designed to get a random sampling from multiple sources, supposedly to get a better generic effect on the populace. All I knew was that these two knuckleheads were milking some lab animals and then applying this mixture to their faces to see the effects. And they got paid fifty bucks to do it. And they wanted them to return for the foreseeable future on a three days a week schedule. $150 to make a face cream and apply it… sounds like a job they could handle.

I just enjoyed my three nights to myself as they went out making some spending cash. And judging by the big smile in Greg’s handsome face he liked earning his extra money. Personally I couldn’t see that much of a difference in their cheeks, but if these corporate guys were willing to pay them to play makeup party, who was I to question.

Three months in it was almost like it was always this way. Monday, Wednesday, and Friday I would have a quiet evening until nine o'clock when they finished and came home.

It happened in June when a wrench gummed up things, a Monday night I was expecting to see Greg and kiss his handsome face, which seemed to have a constant smell about it that I couldn’t define. Something in that cream, whatever it was, was very familiar. I do admire Greg for being able to keep the info a secret. I never would have thought he was able to control it, but I still didn’t know what it was!

His beard stubble held the scent though and I often sensed a salty nutty taste when I kissed his cheek but nothing concrete. When he failed to get home by ten O'Clock I began to worry. He said that the boss told him that they were beginning a new line of creams aimed at niche markets called BBC. Because he and Carlos had done so well so far, they had managed to catch the attention of the big bosses and had been promoted to this new line. It also meant that they would be pulling in a hundred bucks every shift as well. I teased him saying that it sounded like they were selling big black cocks instead and he just got indignant like he had a claim in the product. I told him to have a good shift and that I looked forward to seeing his smiling face when he got home. Now an hour overdue and I was beginning to feel a bit uneasy. When eleven came and still no news, I called his phone to check on him. The phone went straight to voice mail.

I went online to his email to find out what I could. Turns out the company he works for, Big Daddy Creams, wasn’t listed online, but I found an email from his boss, Chris. It simply stated what I already knew, that he was chosen to be in the BBC line for a new hemorrhoid cream and would be receiving the adjusted pay rate.

Hemorrhoid cream, well that explains his attitude with me. I still didn’t like that I hadn’t heard from him though. I got the address from a note he had written down and decided to go there and check on him. When I got to the dark warehouse, I saw his two year old Lexus parked in a lot, but it was stripped of parts. I went to the door but it was shut up tighter than a drum. I beat on the door to no avail before calling the cops.

Turns out that they had seen this same modus operandi worked out before. Attractive young men disappear after working for temporary research facility. The last time was six months ago on the west side of town where three college guys were taken while supposedly undercover investigating a gay bar that was suspected of underage clientele.

They took my statement and collected the car remnants with the instructions that I was to report back if I heard anything,

By the time I got home I was feeling lost. I drank a bottle of beer and before turning in,,I checked online once more. To my astonishment there was an email addresses to Greg with the body message alerting me that I was the intended recipient.

I opened it to find a short note stating that Greg would not be returning home. He had successfully completed his run on the new product line and the clients were so impressed with his abilities as well as his handsome body and face that they made an offer to purchase him as well the two others for their stable of sluts.

I was unsure of his status the first shift when we had him sucking the cocks of the clients to extract the face cream, as he was unable to stop himself from swallowing the loads, instead of having the men paint his face white, but the clients were impressed with his desire to please them. It took three cocks before we were able to finally see his face bearing a load. It was magical. In fact, everyone took another trip through his rotation. After the first week he had the highest satisfaction ratings from our regular team of sperm donors.

There was a picture here showing my baby with a recently extracted load on his smiling face while he still held the recent cock that erupted into his face.

This led to him being selected by our latest round of investors when we invited them to see our team of sluts. They were impressed by the full lips and handsome faces but this group were interested in round asses to stuff. So we had our team switch to a hemorrhoid cream and well, the clients were more than excited after sampling the sluts. They bought the whole team and had them relocated to their new African home. I hadn’t worked this particular group before, but I had heard they were well known for procuring attractive white twinks for rent to the hardcore nationalists over there. They were heading to a tattoo shop to mark their new property before they fly out.

I also sold the vehicles in the lot to our local street thugs. I got fifty bucks per car and I didn’t even have to deal with stripping them down. Should’ve seen those busy fuckers go!

Don’t bother trying to trace this email or the business, as I’m sure by now you figured out that it wasn’t a real one after all. The burner account I’m sending this from will be deactivated as well. You can try interpol but by the time they ever find your slut, he’ll be sexually used up, wasted on the cheap local drugs, and probably carrying a variety of STDs. One last thing, Slut’s final paycheck will be mailed to your address. My advice? Get on with your life and don’t let your next slut go out alone.

Well we were getting pretty high on some decent ganja when the flashlights were flashed in our eyes. Shit! Standing there was officer Mackintosh and I couldn’t help but think of how his name was like the apple and I couldn’t stop giggling. Even when he radioed into the chief, who just happened to be my dad.

Needless to say we were hauled into county lockup as dad ran a tight precinct and the officers followed every letter of the law. That and the fact he was a fucking hard ass on them like he was on me.

Three hours later I was released to him and I could see the steam rising out of his ears. I knew I was in trouble. When he got me home he sent me to my room like I was a teenager, which technically I was, just not a minor any more. I could hear him and mom arguing downstairs for a few minutes before he stomped upstairs and threw my bedroom door open.

He told me I had fucked up big time. Because of my dumb ass, he might not get his raise because they consider family activity as part of his keeping moral turpitude requirement of his job. As such I was grounded for the next month. I went to work and came home. That was it. No movies. No shopping, and no hanging out with my buds. Especially that one.

I was really bummed but I knew better than to argue with him about this. When he got this mad I could find my ass out on the street and I didn’t have a single place to go. So I just lowered my head and replied with a “yes, Sir”.

This sucked big time as my buddy, Rick, and I had planned to go to this show coming to the arena. Was an amazing WWE event and had about every headliner in it. We had bought tickets for it two months ago when the show was announced and now I couldn’t go.

I called Rick the next day and let him know what happened and that I couldn’t go to the show. I asked if he could find someone to buy my ticket and he said he wasn’t going to the event with a fucking stranger, or worse yet, one of those losers from school. I’ll be over tonight to have a talk with your dad. I’m sure I could talk him into allowing you this one time pardon. I told him that he didn’t see how mad dad was.

He asked when would be a good time and I said that Mom was out of town for a few days since they had a major argument over how he treated me and as such the place was just me and him. He got off his shift around five so I’d give him an hour to unwind and maybe have a drink to take the tensions from the day.

I got home at four and just headed to my room, figuring I’d stay out of the equation. I knew Rick was a smooth talker ever since he managed to convince Coach Dawson that he wasnt able to be active in gym class doing all those calisthenics and such because he’d be too busy taking care of his healthy cock instead. Sucking dick and doing squats over the coach’s bulging crotch were equivalent to the exercises, weren’t they?

The bastard was gifted with a golden tongue, which wrapped around more than a few cocks in our high school. Yeah, he was gay. So was I, but I could never come out with Sargent Dad watching me like a hawk. Rick also had a powerhouse full of confidence. If anyone could sweet talk dad into letting me go to the show, it would be him.

Ten after five I heard the back door slam as dad announced he was home. He’d been in a bad mood for a week before my escapade because Mom had been giving him any and her being gone just aggravated his anger more. I heard him throw an ice cube in a glass and then the familiar rattling as he uncapped his decanter of whiskey and poured himself a stiff drink.

Good. Maybe he’ll mellow out a bit by the time Rick gets here. I stayed in my room and listened to him as he turned on the tv and watched the news. At a quarter after six, the front doorbell rang. Showtime!

I got quiet again as I heard him answer the door and then the mellow tones of Rick at the door. Dad gruffly informed him that I wasn’t allowed to have visitors as I was grounded. Rick countered with a conciliatory agreement and then said that that was kind of why he was here. He wanted to talk to the man in charge.

There was a pause before dad replied that he’d listen for five minutes to his plea and unless it was good he was throwing him out on his skinny ass. A curt “deal” began the talk.

As they settled in the living room, I could hear Rick relate about the expensive tickets that we had already purchased for this wrestling event and talked about how excited he was to see these guys live on stage. Then he asked if Dad had ever seen a wrestling event? Dad just grunted something before Rick added that he looked a bit tired. I bet you really deal with a lot of stress as a police chief. Dad muttered that he fucking did before taking a drink.

Rick added that the glass was empty, was it the whiskey? Before dad replied I heard the stopper scrape as it was removed and more drink was added to his glass. He added that that he bet that dad was missing my mom to come do that for him.

Dad snorted and said that even if she were here she wouldn’t be refilling my drink. Hell she barely notices anything about me. Rick gasped and said that he couldn’t believe that. Not notice how your muscles fill out this uniform or the way the pants hug your amazing ass? Who does she think you put such an effort for?

Dad grunted as Rick continued. I bet you haven’t had a chest massage in years! Then I could just imagine him behind dad’s chair with his fingers massaging his chest. I know Rick has been wanting to do this for the longest time, ever since he saw Dad walking around without a shirt on. He’s a fucking slut about built older guys.

I was expecting to hear dad tell him to get back to his spiel but instead I heard him groan under Rick’s hands. Son of a bitch!

My buddy was scoring in his effort to sweet talk dad into letting me go.

A minute or so of silence was followed by Rick saying that he could do a better job if dad would remove that uniform shirt. It looks amazing on you but I can do so much more if my bare hands made connections.

I could hear dad taking off his shirt and a gasp from Rick as he stated that he didn’t realize just how manly he looked. Then he added that he hoped he got just half as sexy as you are. Dad ate the adoration up as he took his seat again.

I heard Rick ask him to pop the guns and a low squeal confirmed that dad did it. I could hear dad moaning even more now as my friend was undoubtedly stretching his reach further across Dad’s chest aiming for his crotch.

Rick added that Coach Dawson taught him how to apply just the right touch to release the tension across the stomach muscles. Dad replied that Don told him that you gave some of the best fucking head he’s ever had.

Rick went silent then asked dad what he thought about that?

Dad replied that he never took someone else’s word on anything. I need to make my own determination. Then I heard a rough growl of a zipper being forced open. Dad simply told Rick to get his talented mouth busy doing what I’ve heard you’re so good at.

A lot of movement followed by a sound of something solid hitting the floor. Then a low contented sigh as the slurping sounds began. Son of a bitch, my buddy was blowing my old man.

Dad spoke and said that he needed to strip out of his uniform as it was the only clean one he had and he had to work tomorrow. Then he got out of his chair and I could hear him and Rick both stripping in the living room. Dad hollered up to me and asked if I had eaten?

I hollered down that I hadn’t yet. Thought we could order pizza maybe?

Dad said that it would be much later at this point. I’m having a private discussion with your friend and if you want your plan to be released to go to the show to succeed I suggest you remain in your room.

I just said ok as I heard him reclaim his throne. Then he told Rick to get to work convincing me, bitch!

I learned from Rick later that he used every trick he knew to make my dad cum in his mouth. He licked the head while stroking him with a tight fist, he gave tight suction on just the head, licked and sucked each of Dad’s heavy balls but it was when he did his deep throat work, taking my dad’s thick cock all the way inside his mouth when dad went apeshit. Seems my old man loves to see a pair of longing eyes staring up at him while his cock is buried deep in the cocksucker’s throat.

It was then that I heard dad start cussing, low at first then gaining volume as Rick was running his tongue on the underside of his pulsating shaft while his fingers tickled his hairy scrotum. I heard the sound of gagging as dad stood up and commandeered complete control and face fucked my buddy. He hollered something, I couldn’t decipher it, but it must have meant swallow it all faggot because he was coming in my buddy’s mouth.

The ruckus continued for another minute before I heard dad sit back down in his chair. I was amazed what had just happened. I’d heard that cops were busy fucking everything that moved, but I just never considered my dad as one of them. Turns out I was selling him short. As the slurping continued from what I imagined was Rick cleaning up the stray mess along with the final dribbles of semen before I heard dad tell him to raise that twink ass up and let Daddy have a gander.

Then the sound of Rick moaning wafted up the stairs. What the hell?

Dad said with an authoritative tone that this nice ass needs to be inspected for any contraband. You got anything up there you want to tell me about, boy?

A frightened voice replied with a “no, Sir”. Dad then replied that he already knew that I never accept someone else’s opinion. I gotta check for myself. Spread those legs, NOW!

The order barked like it had been had the desired effect as Rick fell forward away from dad but not before he wrapped his strong hairy arms around Rick’s waist. I heard Dad chuckle before a steady lapping noise began. When Rick began moaning in pleasure I realized that Dad was eating out his hole. The groaning rose in pitch as Dad continued rimming my friend in our living room. After about ten minutes of this, I heard Dad tell Rick to kneel across the coffee table as it was time for him to feel what being fucked by a real man is like.

I heard a groan followed by a growl by dad telling him to relax or it’s gonna fucking hurt like a battering ram, because I’m coming in, bitch!

A rapid succession of gutteral moans followed as Dad must have been rabbit punching his way into Rick’s hole. I heard hand slaps against naked ass cheeks as Dad entered my buddy’s ass canal. Finally I heard Dad tell Rick that he was all in. You like that baby?

Rick just made a moan as I heard Dad’s sweaty chest collapse atop Rick’s back. I was furiously jerking off now imagining what was happening in my living room. Might have to rename it the fucking room….

I was brought back to reality when I heard Rick cry out for Dad not to pull out. Dad told him to be a fucking man because he was going to fuck him. I could hear the wood creaking beneath them as Dad began his assault on Rick’s tight ass. I knew it was tight because Dad kept moaning that it was the tightest sweetest ass he’d ever fucked. I must be bigger than Don. Am I, boy?

Rick moaned a definite yes. Much bigger Daddy!

That earned a growl from Dad as the slapping sound began as Dad started hammering Rick’s backside. As his hips met the full ass cheeks another slap was made. Dad asked Rick who owned this tight ass? Rick replied with a breathy “You, Daddy”

A growl followed by the silence as Dad pulled out and made Rick turn over on his back. He slid back in Rick after placing my buddy’s feet on each shoulder. I heard the kisses as Dad continued to pump my friend’s ass. Rick was having his usual success. The grunting from both of them filled the air as they made love on the coffee table. I heard Rick begin to moan in a higher voice crying out that he was going to cum. He got out I’m cu… before he went silent then a loud grunting noise in a series of pulses which told me he was shooting his load. Dad followed up with a loud “I’m coming, babe, gonna fucking breed you!!! Here…It….Comes….”.

The house went silent after the cacophony of the sex symphony blared from the living room. I quietly finished my own load and disposed of it in some tissues and rolled over on my bed. A few minutes later I heard feet on the steps and dad was at my door.

He informed me that he thought about it and he couldn’t see wasting good money on tickets that were already purchased. In my mind I did a fist pump. Then he added that maybe I could take my mom to it. I asked why when my buddy Rick and I were going?

To get a raise at the company Charles worked at, an employee has to be able to personally impress the company owner and founder, Mr. Knight. He’s notoriously hard to impress, and with his average job performance in nearly every way, Charles doesn’t seem to have much of a chance of being able to prove his worth.

That all changes, however, when Mr. Knight got divorced from his longtime wife and very obviously stopped having his physical needs met, if the near-constant prominent bulge in his suit trousers is any indication, at least. Charles knows he has to act fast before one of the female secretaries snares Mr. Knight for themselves, so he marches right into his boss’s office at the first opportunity and straight up offers to be the boss’s full-time personal cocksucker in exchange for a raise.

Mr. Knight was initially surprised at his employee’s bold offer, as well as frankly skeptical that the seemingly happily married straight employee had what it takes to meet his needs considering they haven’t even sucked a cock before. When he questions Charles about it, however, Charles is quick to offer an explanation.

Apparently, Charles had been quite the slut back in his university days and had had many encounters with both men and women and had even been his frat’s semi-official cum dump during his senior year. He’d been especially known for his oral skills and had been able to get anyone off with just his mouth and tongue. After he’d started dating his now wife, he’d stopped dating other women, although he’d still sucked a few cocks here or there before giving that up too once he’d actually married her, although he had gone out with a bang by sucking off nearly all his groomsmen during his bachelor party.

But now that he needed to provide for his coming family, he was willing to jump back onto the metaphorical pole and wrap his lips around the literal pole in his boss’s pants in order to get the extra income. His wife wasn’t exactly aware of what her husband had been doing with other men whilst they were dating or what he was about to do with his boss now that they were married, but as long as Charles kept her in comfort, she probably wouldn’t ask too many questions.

After hearing all that, Mr. Knight considered it with the same air he would a business deal, although Charles was hopeful of his chances, considering that the large bulge in Mr. Knight’s trousers had made an appearance. Finally, Mr. Knight decided to offer Charles a trial run of sucking his cock right then and there to see if he truly had the cocksucking skills necessary to be Mr. Knight’s permanent on-call cum dump.

Charles wasted no time in accepting the trial run by falling straight to his knees, pulling down Mr. Knight’s trousers to free the already hard cock from his pants, and swallowing it down in one practiced gulp. Mr. Knight hadn’t been expecting just how good Charles was at taking cock down his throat, and he’d grabbed the back of Charles’s head to control the pace of Charles’s bobbing head, which had been about to cause Mr. Knight to prematurely bust his load.

Charles was out of practice enough that he nearly gagged on Mr. Knight’s member as his boss manhandled his head back and forth along its length, but it didn’t take long for Charles to use his wet mouth and practiced tongue to bring Mr. Knight to release directly into Charles’s mouth. As Mr. Knight recovered his breath from the most intense release he’d had in years, he allowed Charles to remove his mouth from his still sensitive cock while still holding on to the back of his employee’s head.

As Charles withdrew, a combination of cum and spit hung in lines between Mr. Knight’s cock and Charles’s lips. At the sight of it, Mr. Knight groaned and offered Charles the permanent position of his personal assistant with a pay bump alongside it on the spot. As soon as Charles had gasped his acceptance to the offer, Mr. Knight had shoved Charles’s head back down and gone for another round of pummeling his new assistant’s throat.

When Charles’s wife heard about the pay raise he’d secured as well as the new job he’d acquired, she’d been so proud of her husband for stepping up and doing what was necessary to provide for them, even though she wasn’t totally sure what his new duties actually involved.

“You’re a man now, son,” he said, his voice gruff. “You need a man to show you what it’s all about.”

I was taken aback, but there was something in his eyes that made me curious. “What do you mean, Dad?”

He walked over to me, his steps slow and deliberate. “I mean, I’m gonna show you what it’s like to be truly pleasured.”

Before I could respond, he was down on his knees, looking up at me with those same intense eyes. He reached out, his hands rough and calloused from years of hard work, and undid my pants. My cock sprang free, already hard at the thought of what was about to happen.

“Fuck, son,” he muttered, running a hand up my shaft. “You’re a big boy.”

He leaned in, his breath hot on my cock. I could feel it throbbing under his gaze. Then, his lips were around me, his tongue swirling around my head. I let out a low groan, my hands going to his head.

“That’s it, Dad,” I murmured. “Take it all.”

He looked up at me, his eyes watering slightly as he took me deeper. He started to bob his head, his mouth working magic on my cock. I could feel my orgasm building, my balls tightening.

“Fuck, Dad,” I groaned. “I’m gonna come.”

He looked up at me, his mouth still full of my cock, and nodded. I let out a roar as I came, my cock pulsing in his mouth. He swallowed every drop, his eyes never leaving mine.

“Good boy,” he said, standing up and wiping his mouth. “Now, you owe me one.”

From that day forward, it became our secret. Any time we were alone, he was on his knees, his mouth wrapped around my cock. He loved it, I could tell. The way he looked at me, the way he moaned as he sucked me off. It was intoxicating.

One day, I decided to up the ante. I was sitting on the couch, my cock out, when he came into the room.

“Get on your knees, old man,” I said, my voice commanding. “Show me what you can do.”

He hesitated for a moment, then did as I said. He crawled over to me, his eyes locked on my cock. He took me in his mouth, his tongue swirling around me. I could feel my cock throbbing under his attention.

“That’s it,” I said, my hand going to his head. “Take it all.”

He looked up at me, his eyes watering as he took me deeper. I could feel my orgasm building, my balls tightening.

“Fuck, Dad,” I groaned. “I’m gonna come. Swallow it all.”

He nodded, his mouth still full of my cock. I came, my cock pulsing in his mouth. He swallowed every drop, his eyes never leaving mine.

“Good boy,” I said, standing up. “Now, turn around. I want to see that ass.”

He hesitated for a moment, then did as I said. He turned around, his ass pointed at me. I ran a hand over it, feeling the firm muscles beneath his jeans.

“Take them off,” I said.

He did, slowly, his eyes on me the whole time. I could see his cock, hard and leaking, through his boxers. I ran a hand over it, feeling it throb under my touch.

“You like this, don’t you, old man?” I said.

He nodded, his breath coming in short gasps. “Yes, son. I do.”

I turned him around, his back to the couch. I pushed him down, his ass perched on the edge. I kneeled in front of him, my tongue licking up his shaft. He let out a low groan, his hands going to my head.

“Fuck, son,” he muttered. “That feels good.”

I took him in my mouth, my tongue swirling around him. I could feel him throbbing under my touch, his cock leaking pre-cum. I took him deeper, his cock hitting the back of my throat.

“Fuck, son,” he groaned. “I’m gonna come.”

I pulled back, my hand jerking him off. He came, his cock pulsing in my hand. I watched as his cum landed on his stomach, his chest heaving with each breath.

“Fuck, son,” he said, looking down at me. “You’re a natural.”

From that day forward, our roles reversed. Sometimes he was on his knees, sometimes I was. Sometimes he was the one fucking me, sometimes I was fucking him. But no matter what, we were always pleasuring each other, always exploring new ways to make each other feel good.

And she got me horny when she said HE'S GOT A NARROW BED, LOVES BEING NAKED AND STROKING OFF.

After she left, I knocked on the door and asked if I could come in.

He said YES, IS MOM STILL HERE?

As I turned after shutting the door, I watched him using 2 or 3: fingers in his ass and moaning as he stroked himself.

Smiling I said YOU MIND IF I GET NAKED OR HELP YOU OUT?

He pulled his fingers out, as I walked up to his ass and slid my cock inside him and started going to town.

He's like DUDE, I'M GAY AND YOU'RE MARRIED TO MY MOM!

I told him WE'VE NEVER HAD SEX YET, CAUSE SHE'S ALWAYS BUSY!

Knowing several gay hostels, we stayed there and my stepson told me he loved being with me.

Smiling at him, kissing him like I expect to be kissed, I tell him:

SEXY, I NEED TO START A BUSINESS WHERE GAY PEOPLE WATCH AND PAY US FOR ME FUCKIN YOU!

He asked me, ARE WE GONNA CHARGE THEM?

Thwack.

A heavy, wet slap of flesh. A thick, damp arm is thrown carelessly over my shoulder, pinning my chest flat against the mattress. The bedsprings groan under the mass.

Thwack.

His coarse chest hair grinds into my shoulder blades. The air in my room used to be crisp, smelling of expensive eucalyptus. Now it is completely suffocated under a thick, humid blanket of stale tobacco and sour Old Spice. I should be gagging. I used to hold my breath when I opened my front door for him. But now, my lungs heave against the wet sheets, dragging his hot, damp musk deep into my chest like it's the only oxygen left on earth.

Thwack.

Gary huffs, a ragged, wet rattle right against my ear. His heavy stomach sags against my lower back. It is a suffocating, disgusting weight, but my body feels terrifyingly anchored to it. Without that crushing pressure holding me down, I feel like I would shatter.

How long has the ceiling fan been spinning? My mind tries to claw backward through a thick, buzzing fog. Gary. The rent. Two hundred dollars short.

A disjointed flash of my boyfriend crosses my mind. The memory of rolling over in the dark, taking his dick just to shut down an argument. The smug, quiet victory of treating my own body like a mute button. I remember smirking at the sweat stains on Gary's cheap polo. A two-minute favor. Let the pathetic loser fumble around, wipe the debt, and kick him out.

Thwack.

A breathless, broken whine vibrates in my throat. I stare blankly at a water stain on the drywall. Why am I moaning? I try to freeze my limbs, to lock my muscles and just endure the chore.

But my hips tilt upward.

Thwack.

His stomach slaps my back.

I didn't move when he hit me. I moved a microsecond before.

I just know exactly, fundamentally, when the next one is coming. The clumsy fumbling from the beginning is completely gone, replaced by a relentless, heavy metronome. The rhythm conditioned me until my brain stopped calculating and started anticipating.

Then, the rhythm had broken.

The memory cuts sharp and cold through the haze. The crushing weight had suddenly vanished. Freezing air hit my sweat-slicked skin.

My spine had arched violently. Thwack. My hips jerked back, slamming into empty air. Thwack. I gasped, my eyes flying open, my fingers tearing into the mattress. The phantom pressure had knocked so hard against my prostate it was a physical hallucination. My empty hole clenched and throbbed, starving for a heavy impact that wasn't there.

"Sorry," Gary had muttered, his shadow looming over my shivering body. Oblivious. "The condom… it’s making it hard to cum. I'm taking way too long. I should just go. We'll call the rent even."

I opened my mouth, fully intending to coldly demand it. "Please."

The word shattered the air. It was a desperate, high-pitched whimper. It didn't sound like me.

"Please don't leave," I had begged, my voice cracking humiliatingly as I reached back, my fingers clawing blindly into his sweaty, dimpled thigh. "Take it off. Please. Fuck me raw. I need it."

There was a rustle of foil. A wet slide. He plunged back in, bare, stretching me out with a burning, absolute heat.

And the memory snaps shut.

Thwack.

How long has it been since the foil rustled? Hours? Days? The gray light through the blinds hasn't changed.

Thwack.

He is heavier now. Sweating more. His thick arm is wrapped tighter around my ribs, burying me deeper into the damp sheets. I’m hovering right on the edge of a devastating, blinding climax, my entire body vibrating like a plucked string.

"Fuck..." I sob, blindly chasing the friction as he drags himself in and out of me.

His breath hitches. A ragged, guttural groan tears out of his throat, vibrating right against my neck. His pace stutters, growing frantic and deep. He's close. He’s been close for an absolute eternity. Every single minute, he sounds like he is finally going to tip over the edge.

Yes. the last dying shred of my pride begs from the bottom of the abyss. Cum. Finish it. Get off me.

But my walls clamp down around him in pure, animal panic. If he finishes, the arm uncoils. The disgusting, perfect weight lifts. He puts on his cheap pants and leaves, and this agonizing, hypnotic rhythm dies.

You grind your hips down, pinning Julian to the rug as the climax hits, the coarse weave of the living-room carpet scraping your knees while his legs grip your hips, pulling you flush as he takes the steady, pulsing finish. He arches into it, letting out a sharp, appreciative groan, his body tense and responsive under your weight.

You ride it out, the slick friction of your stomachs sliding together until you’re completely spent.

Panting, you pull back. The wet sound of suction fills the space between you as you slide out. You strip off the heavy condom with trembling fingers, tossing it aside.

You collapse onto your back next to him on the rug, your lungs burning, feeling heavy and satisfied. Your hand falls onto his bare chest; his skin is hot and flushed, his heart thumping against your palm.

Julian lets out a long, slow exhale. While you are still pulling in jagged, open-mouthed breaths, his chest is already rising and falling in an even, measured rhythm. He wipes a smear of sweat from his stomach, turning his head with a pleasant, easy smile.

“That felt great,” Julian whispers, his voice smooth and entirely steady. “You’ve got a really good rhythm.”

A rush of pride hits you, but before you can fully settle into the afterglow, the sound from the other side of the coffee table lands like a physical blow.

A wet, heavy, percussive thud echoes off the walls, again and again, loud enough to rattle the wineglasses on the living-room shelves.

You turn your head, and the afterglow you just shared with Julian is instantly absorbed into the heavier rhythm across the room. On the far couch, your brother’s broad, sweat-slicked back bows over the cushions, his shoulder blades cutting deep, corded lines under his skin. The rhythm isn’t careful. It’s something else. He drives his hips forward in a relentless, brutal cadence, dropping his entire weight into Leo with an overpowering force that makes the sofa frame groan.

“God—fuck, David, it’s so deep,” Leo sobs into the cushion.

Your boyfriend is folded entirely under David, thighs forced up against his own ribs, his body violently jolting forward with every impact. His hands claw uselessly at the upholstery, his knuckles white as his breath breaks into sharp, helpless sounds.

Julian’s breathing, so steady a moment ago, suddenly hitches. The polite smile vanishes.

“He’s in the zone,” Julian murmurs. He breaks away and sits up slowly. He reaches for his silk robe, tying the belt tight, his movements precise, but his eyes never leave the heavy, straining flex of David’s thighs. He runs his tongue over his lower lip, a dark, dilated hunger settling over his flushed face as he watches the absolute wreckage happening ten feet away. “Once he gets like that, he doesn’t really hear anything else.”

Julian walks over to the kitchen island to pour two glasses of Cabernet, returning a moment later to hand one to you. His fingers brush yours, warm and steady. Julian takes a sip, his gaze fixed over the rim of the glass, completely mesmerized.

On the couch, the momentum suddenly shifts, escalating from a relentless rhythm into a frantic, punishing sprint. David’s chest heaves, his guttural grunts syncing with the heavy slap of skin. He hauls Leo back, locking him in place, and delivers a bone-jarring thrust that buries him to the absolute hilt.

Leo lets out a sharp, choked gasp, his spine locking rigid, his eyes rolling back as the impact rips a violent shudder through him. David stays buried, hips pressed hard against him, grinding forward again instead of easing off, breath coming out in thick, guttural bursts as he keeps the same punishing rhythm.

Leo’s fingers claw into the cushions, his whole body trembling as he tries to catch up to it, breath breaking into short, helpless sounds that turn from shock into something deeper, more desperate. He can’t recover before the next thrust lands, and the next, and the next, David’s weight still driving him down, still chasing that same depth.

Only after several more heavy, relentless drives does David finally drag himself back with a slick, wet sound, shifting his grip to haul Leo up onto his hands and knees for a steeper angle.

As David clears Leo’s body, the lamplight flashes across them.

You squint. Beige ribbons hanging loose.

The latex is shredded, hanging in useless strips around the thick base of David’s cock. The shaft is bare, flushed dark red, and coated in a thick, pearlescent layer of white cum. More of it is actively dripping from Leo’s hole, sliding down his inner thighs.

“Hey, the con—” you start, raising a hand.

A heavy, wet thwack cuts you off entirely. David hooks an arm under Leo’s stomach and drives his hips forward, burying himself raw.

Leo’s spine bows sharply. A novel sound tears from his throat—a deep, wet moan that vibrates with a completely new, overstimulated pleasure. His knuckles turn white against the fabric, his hips stuttering for a fraction of a second before, helplessly, he pushes back against the unshielded friction, answering the brutal rhythm anyway.

Julian takes a slow drink of his Cabernet.

“Dude, what the hell?” He yelled. “Don’t you fucking knock?”

“I’m sorry, Nick,” I replied as we made eye contact as his fingers stayed in his ass. “What are you doing, man?”

“What does it look like I’m doing?” He snapped back. “I’m fingering my hole.”

He turned his head back toward the wall as I saw his embarrassment. I immediately felt bad but also couldn’t stop looking at his jock butt. My cock was getting hard in my boxer briefs.

“I didnt know that you were into that, man,” I said in a sympathetic tone. “It feels good?”

“God, Jared, can you just get out, dude,” Nick asked. “This is really fucking embarrassing.”

“Don’t be embarrassed,” I said as Nick turned and looked at me still touching his pink hole. “It’s normal, man, I’ve done it too.”

“You have?” Nick asked.

“Fuck yeah,” I replied. “It’s not bad, but I think I’d rather be the pitcher than the catcher.”

Nick smiled and asked, “you ever fucked a dude?”

“No,” I answered a little too quickly. “Have you?”

“Fuck,” Nick said. “I’m standing here fingering my asshole, so I might as well be honest. Yes, I’ve taken cock before.”

My cock twitched in my underwear at his admission. I walked up to Nick and put my left hand on his left butt cheek and put my right hand over his hand fingering his ass.

“What are you doing, Jared?” He asked softly as he looked at the wall.

“Shhhh, just let me do this,” I whispered.

I ran my fingers over his and ran my middle finger over his hole. He moaned as I touched him and he removed his finger. I slid my finger slowly inside his wet hole as my left hand now held his waist.

“That feels good,” Nick said.

“Can I do something?” I asked.

“You’re already doing something, Jared,” he said as he turned to look at me.

I didn’t respond and instead removed my finger from his hole and got on my knees. I spread his butt cheeks and stuck my face in his crack and licked his pink hole.

“Fuck, dude,” Nick moaned. “That feels so good.”

His ass tasted good. He smelled amazing as I worked my tongue in and out of his hole. I was immediately hooked and used my mouth to devour his butt.

“Eat me, bro,” Nick whined. “God, your tongue feels amazing inside me.”

“You want my cock?” I finally asked after rimming him for a while.

“You’ve already eaten my ass, so …” Nick laughed.

“Fuck, I’m so hard, man,” I said as I pulled down my underwear and kicked it off.

I slapped my 8.5” cut cock against his bubble butt and slid it across his crack.

“Don’t tease me, stud,” Nick begged. “I want to ride that cock.

“Yeah?” I teased. “You want me to get on your bed and you can sit on it?”

“Fuck yeah,” Nick said as he turned to me.

I looked into his eyes and saw his lust. I leaned in and kissed my friend catching him off guard. He began kissing back as he reached for my cock and stroked it. I returned the favor and we stroked each other while we kissed passionately.

“Let’s get that cock in my hole,” Nick said grabbing my hand and taking me to his bed and pushing me back on it.

I stroked my cock as Nick turned and hovered over my dick before slowly lowering himself on top of me. My cock hit his pucker and quickly entered his smooth, warm hole. He moaned as I slid all the way in and sat there for a second as he adjusted. He began fucking my dick with his hole as he worked himself up and down.

“Fuck, that’s so hot,” I said as I put my left arm behind my head and held his waist with my right.

“You like that tight pussy, bro?” Nick asked in a lustful tone.

“Fuck, dude,” I responded. “I love this fucking hole.

Nick rode my dick hard as he moaned and his head fell back. His ass was squeezing my big dick as it milked it.

“I can’t believe how hot this is,” I moaned. “You feel so good.”

“You’re so fucking hard, man,” Nick moaned.

“Ride that big cock,” I instructed.

“Fuck, I’m getting close,” Nick warned. “I’m not even tocuhing my cock and I’m going to blow.

I drilled harder as I looked at Nick’s perfect body. I ran my hand up his back and his head fell back again. I grabbed his throat from behind as I drilled him and he moaned louder.

I felt Nick’s ass grip my cock hard as I felt him shoot his warm cum across the sheets and my legs. It felt amazing and immediately caused me to shoot into his jock hole as I moaned loudly. We both finished our orgasm and I let go of his throat and he fell back into me as my cock slipped out of his ass.

“Kiss me,” Nick said as his mouth covered mine.

I was in sexual bliss as I realized this is what I wanted. I kissed Nick as I thought about how lucky I was to have fucked this stud.

“Can I eat my load out of your ass?” I asked breaking the kiss.

“You dirty slut,” Nick smirked. “Fuck yeah, you can.”

Nick jumped up on all fours in front of me and wiggled his ass as he look back and smiled at me.

“You’re so fucking hot,” I said before starting to lick my cum out of his drippping hole.

A lot of the neighbors speculated that John was gay because he was still single and liked to wear very little clothing while running, mowing his lawn or washing his truck.

“Hey, buddy,” he said with a smile as he turned to look at me. “How are you doing, Kurt?” He asked shaking my hand.

“I’m good,” I replied with a smile, “but feeling out of shape next to you.”

“Nah, you look good, man,” he said giving my bare torso a quick glance. “You still doing cross fit?”

“I am,” I said patting my non-existent belly. “Trying to keep the beer flowing without the belly showing.”

John and I had a laugh before I asked what he was doing in the empty lot.

“You thinking of buying this overgrown beast?” I asked.

“Mulling it over,” he replied. “I need space for a pool.”

“That’s exactly why I picked my lot,” I said. “It’s much deeper than some of the others on this street.”

“Yeah, and it’s a lot more private,” John said.

I put my hand on John’s shoulder and got close and whispered, “I skinny dip in my pool all the time since nobody can see my back yard.”

John smirked, “do you now?”

“Fuck yeah,” I said. “But I guess that would change if you built a house here.”

“I promise not to look,” John laughed innocently patting my stomach.

“Too bad, I think I’d enjoy putting on a show for you,” I replied with a wink.

“How do you get away with that with a wife and kids?” John asked.

“I work from home, so I find time,” I answered. “Plus, my wife travels a lot for work and my boys are adventurous.”

John looked in my eyes with a curious brow with that remark.

“Hell, Sheila is out of town now, so why don’t you come over and have a look at the space I’ve got back there.”

John agreed and a few minutes later we were cracking a beer standing next to my pool.

“See?” I asked. “No houses,” I said pointing. “So I can drop my shorts whenever I want.”

I pulled my khaki shorts down and let them fall at my bare feet as my cock and balls sat in the breeze. John seemed shocked as he took in my growing shaft and heavy nuts as I kicked my shorts to the side.

“Join me,” I said. “It feels amazing.”

“Uh, well are you sure your boys won’t …” John started to ask.

“My boys have seen a dick before, John,” I said looking him in the eye.

John really didn’t know how to respond to that and kicked off his shoes and removed his socks before pulling down his shirt athletic shorts. I could tell I made him feel obligated.

“Commando just like me,” I said with a smile. “That’s a nice cock you’ve got.”

“Thanks,” John said. “Your’s is … huge.”

John’s eyes held on my growing cock as I gave it an encouraging tug.

“Glad you like it,” I responded before looking back at his dick. “You shave your balls like my boys.”

I loved watching John’s face with each awkward comment I threw his way.

“I like to keep them smooth,” he responded. “It feels good.”

John was getting a little more bold and now cupped his balls and ran his fingers over them as he kept eye contact.

“And that firm ass of yours?” I asked.

John turned his back to me and looked over his shoulder and responded, “naturally smooth.”

I walked to my neighbor and ran my hand across his right butt cheek before giving it a light slap.

“Don’t start what you can’t finish,” John quipped before locking eyes with me.

“I always finish big,” I smiled.

“Dad,” my son Jeremy yelled from inside right before he walked out to the pool with us.

Jeremy looked at both of us naked and looked at me.

“Sorry to interrupt,” he said.

“Say hi to our neighbor, John,” I instructed.

“Hey, Mr Carlson,” Jeremy said pulling John in for a hug he held a little too long.

“Hey, Jeremy,” John replied as his cock looked even fuller.

“That’s right, I forgot you and my son knew each other so well,” I said to John as his eyes got bigger.

There was a silent pause as John tried to think of what to say.

“Don’t worry, stud,” I said to John. “I love to share, and Jeremy says you really know how to take a cock.”

John’s eyes bore a hole through my son as a smirk spread across Jeremy’s lips.

“He takes cock like a pro, Dad,” Jeremy said. “And his hole is delicious.”

John looked at me with a terrified expression while his own cock betrayed him standing at full mast.

“Relax, buddy,” I said to John. “I’m not going to tell the rest of the neighbors, but I would like to have a taste of that perky faggot ass.”

“Kurt, look, I …” John started to explain things to me.

“Jeremy, I want to taste that ass,” I said gruffly interrupting him again and looking him in the eye.

John looked at Jeremy and back at me before asking, “where do you want me?”

“Hmmm,” I said scratching my bearded chin as I looked around.

“How about on my son’s bed the way you were two days ago,” I said as I watched both John and Jeremy’s faces.

John knew he didn’t have a rebuttal and began walking inside. I started to follow and stopped and gave Jeremy a few pats on the shoulder.

We met Chet, the VP of Operations for the ranch, and had his assistant Mike give us a tour of the grounds and our rooms — individual little bungalows with a bathroom and kitchenette for each guy.

“This is amazing, Chet,” I said as we were bringing our bags to our bungalows.

He was leaning against a fence looking things over with his tight jeans hugging his round ass as he looked over at me with a smile.

“Glad you like it,” he said in his quiet manner.

“I noticed there are only four bungalows and five of us,” I said wondering what was up. “I thought we were each going to have our own space.”

“You do,” Chet said. “Did Mike not show you your suite in the main house?”

“He didn’t, no,” I said trying not to look at Chet’s cowboy butt and bulge.

“Let me show it to you,” he said as he took my suitcase handle from me and carried it as he explained I would be in the main building with the kitchen, common living space and staff quarters.

“Don’t worry,” Chet flashed his quiet smile again. “It’s the nicest accommodations we have, and I’m the only neighbor you’ll have on that floor,” he explained.

We headed up the stairs to a small hallway with two doors — one said private and the other door had a sign that said “primary guest” on it.

“Here you go,” Chet said as he opened the door to a spacious, modern rustic room with a king-sized bed, full kitchen and small living area.

“This is amazing,” I said as I looked around. “And a hot tub on the porch!”

“Yeah, it’s a cool feature if you want to take a soak at the end of the day,” Chet said.

“What do that door and window go to?” I asked pointing to the far end of the porch.

“That’s to my apartment, but I don’t access the porch at all when guests are here,” Chet said holding up a hand as of to say not to worry about it.

“No problem,” I said with a smile. “As long as it’s someone I know.”

Chet smiled and replied, “No, it’s just me.”

We all met downstairs in the kitchen for drinks — strong bourbon from a distillery 100 miles away. We were all feeling good as we waited to be seated in the dining room for dinner.

Chet met us for a drink as he explained what was planned for the week.

“What are the rules on nudity?” My friend Nick asked after two drinks.

Chet flashed his smile and said, “the ranch is yours this week and we have an all-male staff, so you can do as you please.”

Nick and the guys cheered the news as I hoped they wouldn’t start stripping before dinner.

“Dinner is ready for you in the dinning room,” Chet said next. “Our chef Tex will tell you about the meal while Mike pours the wine.”

Tex began to explain the meal in his deep voice with a slight Texas twang. He wore a cowboy hat and an apron covering black jeans and a black tee that barely held his muscles in. The guys seemed to take a liking to Tex as they asked questions and made a few jokes.

“Here you go,” Mike said as his tattooed arm poured wine in my glass and his amazing scent filled my nose.

He moved on to Jacob next as Jacob put his hand on Mike’s lower back while he poured. The guys were definitely starting to relax and settle in to the place and the staff.

We had a couple more drinks after dinner by the fire, but I could tell the travel day was taking a toll on the guys.

“I’m going to head up guys,” I told them as the staff had already gone to bed.

I heard Nick whisper to Jacob to come have a drink in his bungalow, but Jacob told him he was tired. I knew Jacob wasn’t going to bed and had a suspicion Mike would be stopping by Jacob’s room. He had a thing for tatted guys when he was free from his wife and sons.

I decided to soak in the hot tub once back to my room. I stripped down my clothes, grabbed a towel and a beer and headed out to the porch with my dick swinging in front of me. The hot tub was already on and ready for me, something I guessed Chet probably did nightly for the guests. I got in and let out a quiet moan as the hot water felt good on my muscles. I closed my eyes and listened to the bugs before hearing a door open to my left — Chet’s door.

“Can I get you anything before bed?” Chet asked wearing only a pair of boxers as his lightly hairy chest caught my attention.

“No, I think I’m good,” I said.

Chet said OK and started back to his room before I stopped him.

“You want to soak with me?” I asked. “I can grab you a beer.”

Chet smiled and told me he’d join me but would grab a beer from his apartment. He returned holding a towel and a beer completely naked.

I couldn’t take my eyes off his huge dick as he got in and sat closely to me. He also let out a light moan and turned to look at me.

“Cheers,” he said tapping my beer with his before we both took a sip.

We sat quietly for a minute before I asked, “do you do this a lot with guests?”

“No,” he said flashing his smile.

I took this as a sign and decided to flirt a little more.

“My bed is enormous,” I said.

“It is,” he said. “I hope you enjoy it.”

“I’m sure I will,” I said with a smirk before letting out a chuckle. “I sleep in the nude, so the soft bedding will be awesome.”

“I sleep nude as well,” Chet said without elaborating or adding to what I’d said. It was more of a flirty statement.

“It’s probably good you give that thing some air,” I laughed. “It’s huge.”

“It gets bigger,” he said making eye contact.

“How big?” I asked quietly waiting for his response.

“Let me show you,” he responded as he began stroking his dick with his right hand as he put his beer on the side of the hot tub.

I was shocked and turned on as I watched him stroke and he looked back and forth between me and his cock.

“Must get lonely out here,” I said.

“We keep each other satisfied,” Chet smiled,” but it’s always nice to have handsome guests.”

My cock was hard at this point as I quietly started stroking my shaft. Chet watched me stroke before leaning in and kissing me. The quiet ranch man was a great, sensual kisser as he grabbed my shaft and I grabbed his. We made out for a while as things continued to get hotter — both the tub water and the sparks between us.

“Move to my bed?” I asked.

Chet stood without answering and held out his hand to help me out. We looked at each other’s naked bodies and hard cocks as we got out and quickly dried off. Neither of us lost our erections as we finally got to the bed.

“I want to eat your ass,” I said hoping he was fine with that.

“Fuck, I’d love that,” Chet said as he climbed the corner of the bed and arched his back as he stuck his ass out toward me. “Lick my hole,” he said.

I slowly ran my tongue across his beautiful pink hole as I heard him exhale with pleasure. He tasted amazing as I ate his ass trying to think of how long it had been since I was eating another man’s ass. I realized it was the last guys trip we did.

“That feels so good,” Chet said softly. “I want you to fuck me hard.”

I wasn’t sure if he meant now or later, but I couldn’t wait and jumped up. I slid my cock along his crack and against his hole as he let out a whine.

“Do you want me to wear a condom?” I asked.

“No, I want you to breed my ass, bud,” he replied. “I need a good hard fuck and big load in me.”

Chet’s words had me harder than I’d ever been. I decided I needed to fuck him now and slipped the top of my cock into his spit-filled hole.

“Fuck, that feels so good,” he whispered. “I knew immediately I had to have your cock.”

“Me too, baby,” I whispered.

Chet leaned back and grabbed me for a kiss as I began fucking him harder.

“How does that feel?” I asked breaking our kiss.

“I want to sit on it,” Chet replied before pulling off my cock and standing.

I laid on my back with my head on the pillows as Chet sat down on my dick as we looked into each other’s eyes.

“God, you’re hitting my prostate,” Chet said as his head fell back and he concentrated on riding my huge dick.

“Take my big cock, man,” I instructed as his hole held tightly onto my shaft.

“Fuck the cum out of me, babe,” Chet whispered. “I need to cum.”

I began railing his ass hard as his hands rested on my pecs. I held his ass with my hands as I fucked him as hard as I could. Chet was moaning loudly by now as I got close.

Without warning, Chet whined and shot a huge load onto my stomach and chest as I kept fucking him.

“Fuuuuuucccckkkkkkk,” he let out a moan as he finished with a few more spurts onto my skin.

The feel of his warm cum and hot hole was too much and I released my cum deep into his guts as he moaned as I filled him up.

I fucked him until I couldn’t anymore and he laid on my chest with my cock head still in his hole. I lifted his head and gave him a deep kiss before he broke it.

He looked down into my eyes and asked, “do you want me to sleep with you?”

“I do,” I said kissing him again.

I fucked Chet’s cowboy ass two more times that night. He slept with me the entire week as the rest of the guys fucked each other as well as getting Tex and Mike in the mix with them.

“OK, honey,” Mom said kissing my cheek before heading out the door with me behind her. “Listen to Rob while I’m gone,” she said.

“Mom,” I said making a face. “I’m 18 years old.”

“Yes, and last time you I left you threw a party, so Rob is in charge,” she snapped back.

“We can start on the yard when I get back from the airport,” Rob called out as he closed the trunk with Mom’s luggage.

“OK,” I said giving a wave as they backed out of the driveway.

I poured some cereal and thought about how awkward it was going to be alone with Rob, but I also started to think about how cool he was with me. He wasn’t trying to be my Dad or my friend. He laid low and let Mom tell me what to do, but he also wasn’t afraid to calmly tell me to chill out if I was being a brat.

After breakfast, I put on a jockstrap over some short mesh shorts and tennis shoes and headed to the living room to watch YouTube videos until he got back.

“I’m home,” Rob called from the door not realizing I was in the living room.

“Hey,” I replied startling him.

“Damn, you’re ready to go?” He asked surprisesd.

“Yep,” I said. “Might as well get this over with.

“OK, let me go change and we can get started.

Rob disappeared and quickly reappeared shirtless with some shorts that were as short as mine.

“Are you going to put on sunscreen?” Rob asked in a fatherly tone. “Sorry,” he immediately replied. “You’re a grown man.”

I smiled — a rarity these days. Rob looked at me wondering what I was thinking.

“Thanks, I just want to get a little sun,” I replied.

“Me too,” he smiled back.

We worked for a few hours removing dead bushes in the heat-scorched back yard as sweat drenched our bodies and our shorts.

“I think we can call it for the day,” Rob said with his hands on his hips as we looked at the cleared bed of smoothed over dirt.

“You sweat as much as me,” I said looking over his wet body.

“I always get drenched,” he said flexing his arms and laughing.

I laughed with him and wiped sweat from my face.

“Should we head inside and cool off?” He asked.

“Fuck yeah,” I responded before stopping and apologizing for my language.

“No worries, man,” he smiled. “You can say whatever you want around me — just spare your Mom,” he laughed again.

We stood at the kitchen counter downing glasses of water before putting our glasses down and looking at each other.

“I definitely need a shower,” Rob said looking down at his drenched shorts. “And I need to let these dry.”

Rob pulled down his shorts right there in the kitchen over his shoes and held them in his hand.

“Hand me yours and I’ll put them on the patio to dry,” he said nonchalantly standing in only a jock.

I felt manly as I pulled off my shorts like it was no big deal. I pulled them over my sneakers and handed them to him.

“You like jocks, too,” he said looking at my exposed, wet pouch.

“I’ve gotten use to them, I guess,” I said not wanting to admit I was into jocks.

Rob put our shorts on patio chairs and came back in where I was still standing in the kitchen.

“Is that a good brand?” He asked pointing to my jock.

“I like them,” I said looking at his jock. “How old is that thing?” I asked with a laugh.

“Very old,” he laughed. “This jock has been through a lot.”

I didn’t know how to respond as I thought about what that could mean. Rob smirked and put his hand on my shoulder.

“What now?” He asked. “Do you want to hang out or do you have plans?”

I felt my cock grow a little in my pouch and pulled away from him and headed to the living room.

“You like TouTube?” I asked grabbing the remote and turning the TV on again.

“It’s OK,” he said. “That’s all you ever watch.”

“Yeah, it’s got good shit,” I replied as Rob walked up next to me almost touching shoulders.

“What types of things do you watch?” He asked watching as I scrolled through.

“Lately I’ve been into Rogue Invitational videos,” I said. “Those guys are jacked.”

I felt Rob look at me before he asked, “you want to be in that one day or just like the inspiration?”

“I think I just like the inspiration,” I replied. “It keeps me motivated.”

I played one I hadn’t seen as we both stood there in just our jocks and tennis shoes. The handsome man on the screen was practicing ahead of the competition at his massive home gym.

“Damn, that guy is built,” Rob said as he ran his hand over his left pec. “I bet he drills the fuck out of his wife.”

I laughed at the oddity of his comment and responded, “he’s not married. I think he might be gay.”

Rob looked at me and back at the guy on TV.

“I bet he pounds the shit out of some muscle ass then,” Rob said as we both laughed.

“Unless he’s the bottom,” I said not realizing I was outing myself with gay lingo.

“You think he takes dick?” Rob asked looking at me.

“I don’t know,” I blushed. “He just seems like he’d be into it.”

“Fuck, that would be one tight ass to fuck,” Rob said. “Look at how huge and firm his butt is.”

I felt my dick growing again as I thought about the guy on TV bent over begging for more.

“I bet he begs for that cock,” I accidentally blurted out what was on my brain.

Not missing a beat, Rob added, “he’s probably always lubed up and ready to sit on his buddy’s cock.”

I could see Rob rub his jock pouch from the corner of my eye and followed his lead.

“I’d fuck him,” Rob said looking at me.

“You would?” I asked.

“Fuck yeah,” he said like it was completely natural. “I’d rail that muscle pussy hard.”

“Me too,” I said while grabbing my cock through my jock.

“Fuck, let’s jack our cocks,” Rob said pulling his pouch to the side freeing his thick, hard dick.

I pulled mine out and we were both pulling on our shafts as we watched the studs on TV.

“I’d eat that tight hole first and get it nice and wet for my cock,” Rob said in a low, lustful grown.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” I said looking at my Mom’s fiancé.

He looked back and we faced each other while we pleasured ourselves.

“Nut on me,” Rob ordered as I was obviously close to shooting.

I took a step closer and could feel his body heat as his scent filled my nose. I needed to shoot.

“Fuck, I’m going to jizz on you,” I said as I shot a few forceful shots on Rob’s cock, balls and abdomen.

He worked my load into his cock and warned he was about to shoot as well.

“Here comes my wad, sexy,” he moaned shooting on my cock and legs.

Cum dropped down our bodies as we caught our breath.

“That was hot,” I said looking at Rob.

“So hot,” he relied. “You want to try more?

“Shit,” I said loudly looking back to see the pool guy standing there.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” he said. “They must’ve put some oil on that squeaky gate,” he smiled.

“Hey, Austin,” I said after getting my heart rate back down. “Yeah, the lawn guy put some stuff on there for me earlier this week.”

“Again, I’m sorry for scaring you,” he said from behind his reflective sunglasses that didn’t hide the fact that he was checking out my body.

“No problem, man,” I replied. “Just a little embarrassed you caught me in a jockstrap trying to get my son’s squirt gun out of the filter.”

“You shouldn’t be embarrassed,” Austin said. “If anyone can pull off a jockstrap, it’s you.”

“That’s nice of you,” I laughed. “Andrea and the kids are at her family’s lake house for two weeks, so I’m a lot more relaxed with my clothing,” I said trying to explain why I’d accidentally flashed the pool guy my hole.

“Trust me, I understand,” he said flashing his perfect white teeth. “My wife took my kids to my in-laws for the week, so I’m always completely nude except for when I’m working.”

“Good thing you’re your own pool guy,” I laughed.

“True,” he agreed, “but I’m a bit of an exhibitionist. I love being in the buff when the Amazon guy comes or a buddy stops by for a beer.”

I looked Austin’s body over in his baseball hat, tank top, board shorts and flip flops. I would guess the guy is in his late 20s or early 30s with the amount of muscle this stud has.

“I’m a little bit more shy myself, but that does sound exhilarating,” I agreed.

By now Austin had grabbed the long pool net and was skimming the surface for debris as we talked.

“It is, man,” he smiled while his arms worked the net. “Have you gone naked swimming yet?”

I laughed loudly as he stopped and looked at me.

“I did yesterday after work and again this morning,” I admitted.

“Atta boy,” he smiled before stopping again as he thought out loud. “Why did you put on a jock then?” he asked.

“I don’t know,” I replied honestly. “I guess for a situation just like this.”

“Nah, man,” Austin said flashing his pearly whites again. “I wouldn’t mind seeing you in your birthday suit. I don’t think anybody would — man or woman.”

I felt myself blush while at the same time getting a boost of confidence from that nice compliment.

“Well, you’re sweet for saying that,” I replied, “but you’re the one with the banging body.”

I immediately felt stupid for saying that and wished I could take it back. I can count on two fingers the people that know I’m bi and they’re both on the DL as well.

“Banging body, huh?” he asked as he held the net still and looked at me making me feel like this was going to take a turn for the worst. You better watch out, man,” he warned with a smirk, “I swing both ways.”

“Oh,” I said getting quiet for a second as I was unsure of what to say. “Well good for you, I’d hate to see that ass go to waste,” I blurted out.

I froze after I said it. Did I just out myself? Was he going to take offense. “Why the fuck am I so awkward around this guy?” I thought to myself even though he was the one who just divulged some personal information.

Austin pulled the net out of the water and placed it on the concrete causing me to stop breathing. I quickly thought of what I was going to do if he wanted to fight me.

“Buddy, this ass does not go to waste,” Austin replied before turning around and dropping his board shorts to reveal a perfectly tan bubble butt.

Austin looked back at me and gave his own ass a slap while presumably keeping eye contact (he still had his glasses on). He turned back toward me and kicked off his board shorts and started walking my way as his growing cock moved side to side. He stopped a couple feet from me and it was obvious he was looking at my body.

“I just got fucked this morning my brother-in-law,” he said with his hands on his hips as they kept his tank too from covering his penis.

I openly stared at his big smooth balls, hard cut cock and perfectly trimmed pubes. I wasn’t worried about responding because I was a little bit in shock.

“I had a feeling you might be into guys as well,” Austin said as he began stroking his dick. I’ve always been good at spotting another cocksucker — even if he is married with kids.”

Fuck, this guy is bold, but if he wasn’t he’d be sexually frustrated like me.

“What makes you think that?” I asked reverting to my normal closeted ways.

“Do you want to eat my ass and fuck me, or do you want to continue this little game?” Austin asked in a serious tone. “Because your cock is telling me it can’t wait to breed my ass.”

I looked down at my bulging jock pouch that could barely contain my leaking dick. All the bullshit immediately vanished from my brain as I found myself kneeling in front of Austin and swallowing his manhood.

“That’s it, sexy,” Austin said quietly. “Give yourself what you’ve been needing,” he said as he held my head.

I slurped and swallowed as I cupped his balls. It was like riding a bike. All of my repressed cock sucking skills came right back to me.

“Somebody has done this before,” Austin said. “Like, a lot.”

I let go of his wet dick and stood quickly as I ushered him to a pool chair and pushed his head down.

“Easy, tiger,” Austin said with a chuckle. “You can eat this hungry ass as long as you want.”

I was tongue-deep in his hole as I spread his butt cheeks wide with both hands. I couldn’t get enough as I buried my nose in his tasty, warm ass and ran my tongue over the used pink pucker trying to taste remnants of his brother-in-law’s incestuous load.

“That’s fucking hot, man,” Austin moaned. “Eat my slutty hole, bro. Show me how much you’ve missed a man’s butt.”

Austin’s dirty talk was turning me on even more than I thought was possible. I stroked my dick from the side of my jock pouch as he pushed my head into his bubble butt.

“I think you’d better rail me hard, man,” Austin moaned. “We both need to get our nut, bro. We’ve got a week of this ahead of us.”

I stood and spit into my hand and lubed my cock as best I could. Austin was right, we both needed my dick deep in his ass.

“Aw, fuck,” Austin moaned as I pushed in. “Get that big boy deep inside me, man.”

I was overwhelmed with desire and pleasure as his hole wrapped tightly around my needy cock. I knew it wasn’t going to be long before I was shooting hard and deep into his velvety tunnel.

“Take that big cock, man,” I moaned back. “Fuck, your ass feels so fucking good.”

“Get us there, bro,” Austin whined. “I want your seed in me, man. I need you to fill me with your tasty load.”

“Shit, fuck,” I randomly called out as I felt my swimmers moving up my long shaft looking for the emergency exit.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuuucccckkkk,” I cried out as I unloaded my pent up jizz into his tight snatch.

Austin’s ass held onto my dick like it was trying to kill it as he shot one gusher of cum after another on the concrete below us. I wrapped my arm around his neck and pulled him tightly to me as I kissed his neck. We both convulsed as we emptied our big balls.

We took a second to catch our breath as my cock still sat stiffly in his messy hole. He turned his head toward me and began making out with me slowly but sensually. Even though we’d both just orgasmed, we were both filled with desire and need for each other. He finally broke the kiss and smiled.

“How about we grab a beer and a sandwich and then fuck somewhere kinky,” he said.

“Fuck, this guy is perfect,” I thought.

As the warm water cascaded down our bodies, I couldn't help but steal glances at Noah's toned physique. His wet hair stuck to his forehead, and his green eyes sparkled with mischief.

"Morning, bro," he said, flashing me a playful grin.

"Morning," I replied, my gaze lingering on his muscular chest.

"Enjoying the view?" Noah asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Always," I replied, biting my lower lip.

Noah stepped closer to me, closing the distance between us. He wrapped his arms around my waist, and I let out a soft sigh as his wet skin pressed against mine.

"I can't get enough of you, you know that?" he whispered in my ear, his breath hot against my skin.

"I feel the same way," I replied, my voice husky with desire.

Noah's hands began to wander, exploring my body with a familiarity that sent shivers down my spine. His fingers traced the outline of my abs, and I couldn't help but moan as he reached lower, cupping my ass in his hands.

"Fuck, Noah," I gasped, my head falling back as he began to kiss my neck.

"I know, I know," he murmured, his lips moving down to my collarbone.

I reached down, my fingers wrapping around Noah's hard cock. I began to stroke him, matching the rhythm of his own fingers as they explored my body.

"I want you," I whispered, my lips brushing against his ear.

"I'm all yours," Noah replied, his voice filled with desire.

I turned him around, pushing him up against the wall of the shower. I dropped to my knees, my mouth wrapping around his cock as I began to suck him off.

"Oh, fuck, yes," Noah moaned, his hands gripping the tiles as I took him deeper into my mouth.

I could feel his legs trembling as I sucked him harder, my tongue swirling around his cock. I reached up, my fingers playing with his nipples as I continued to blow him.

"I'm gonna cum," Noah gasped, his hips bucking forward.

I didn't let up, my mouth staying wrapped around his cock as he came, his hot load filling my mouth. I swallowed every drop, savoring the taste of him.

"Fuck, that was amazing," Noah said, his voice filled with awe.

I stood up, my arms wrapping around his waist as he turned around to face me. We kissed, our tongues exploring each other's mouths as we savored the taste of our lovemaking.

"I love you," I whispered, my lips brushing against his.

"I love you too," Noah replied, his eyes shining with emotion.

"Hey, big bro," he said, flashing me a cocky grin as he pulled down his shorts, revealing his massive erection. "Like what you see?"

I couldn't help but chuckle. Jake had always been the wild child, unafraid to show off his body and his sexuality. And I had to admit, I was always up for a good ride on his cock.

"You're such a showoff," I said, shaking my head. "But I can't say I'm not impressed."

Jake swaggered over to me, his cock bouncing with each step. He leaned down and whispered in my ear, "I know you want it, big bro. And I'm more than happy to give it to you."

I felt a shiver run down my spine as his hot breath tickled my ear. I stood up and wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him in for a deep kiss. Our tongues danced together as our hands explored each other's bodies.

"Let's take this somewhere more private," I said, breaking the kiss. "I want to feel your cock deep inside me."

Jake followed me, his eyes fixed on my ass the entire way. As soon as we were in our room, he pushed me onto the bed and climbed on top of me.

"You always know how to get what you want," he said, kissing me deeply.

I moaned as his tongue invaded my mouth. I could feel his hard cock pressing against my thigh, and I couldn't wait to feel it inside me.

"I want you to fuck me hard," I said, breaking the kiss. "I want to feel every inch of your cock."

Jake didn't need any more encouragement. He positioned himself at my entrance and thrust inside me with one swift motion. I cried out in pleasure as he filled me up.

"Fuck, you're so tight," he said, his voice strained with pleasure.

He started thrusting in and out of me, each stroke harder and deeper than the last. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge.

"Yes, yes, fuck me harder," I begged.

Jake obliged, pounding into me with all his strength. I could feel my orgasm building, my entire body tensing up.

"I'm gonna cum," I cried out.

Jake quickened his pace, his cock slamming into me with brutal force. I felt myself exploding in pleasure, my entire body shaking with the force of my orgasm.

Jake followed soon after, his cock twitching inside me as he filled me with his cum.

"Fuck, that was amazing," he said, collapsing on top of me.

I wrapped my arms around him, my body still trembling with pleasure.

“Fuck, nephew,” he groaned, his hands tangled in my hair as I took his massive cock into my mouth. “You’re a natural at this, you know that?”

I looked up at him, his cock filling my mouth, and smiled, muffled. “Mmmhmm,” I hummed, my hand wrapping around the base of his shaft, stroking him while I sucked.

“You’re a dirty little slut, aren’t you?” he chuckled, his hips bucking up slightly. “Always wanting your uncle’s cock.”

I pulled back, his cock popping out of my mouth with a wet sound. “Is that a problem?” I asked, my voice thick with desire. I could feel my own cock straining against my briefs, begging to be set free.

“Not at all,” he said, his eyes darkening. “Not at all, baby boy.”

I stood up, shoving my briefs down and off, my cock springing free. I stepped closer to him, my cock throbbing in my hand. “Then what are you waiting for, Uncle Thomas?” I taunted. “I want you to fuck me.”

He grinned, a wicked, filthy grin that made my heart race. “You want it, don’t you?” he said, his voice low. “You want your uncle to fuck your tight little ass.”

I nodded, my breath coming in short gasps. “Yes,” I moaned. “I want it so bad.”

He reached out, his hand wrapping around my cock, stroking me slowly. “You’re so hard, baby boy,” he murmured. “So ready for your uncle’s cock.”

I moaned, my hips moving with his hand. “Yes,” I gasped. “Please, Uncle Thomas. Please fuck me.”

He let go of my cock, his hands going to his own, stroking it slowly. “Get on the couch, baby boy,” he said, his voice commanding. “On your hands and knees.”

I did as he said, climbing onto the couch and positioning myself on my hands and knees. I looked back at him, my ass in the air, ready for him.

“Fuck, you look so good like that,” he said, his voice thick. “Your ass is perfect, baby boy.”

I felt his hands on my ass, spreading my cheeks, and then his tongue, licking me, preparing me. I moaned, pushing back against his tongue. “Yes,” I gasped. “That feels so good, Uncle Thomas.”

He chuckled, his tongue licking me again. “You like that, don’t you?” he said. “You like your uncle’s tongue in your ass.”

“Yes,” I moaned. “I love it.”

He pulled back, and I heard the sound of him spitting. I felt his saliva dripping onto my ass, and then his fingers, slick and sliding. He rubbed my hole, circling it, teasing it.

“Uncle Thomas,” I begged. “Please. I need your cock.”

He chuckled again, and then I felt it. The head of his cock, pressing against my hole. “You ready, baby boy?” he asked.

“Yes,” I gasped. “Yes, I’m ready.”

He pushed in, slowly, inch by inch. I moaned, pushing back against him, wanting more. He was big, so big, filling me completely.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he groaned, his hands gripping my hips. “So fucking tight, baby boy.”

I moaned, my ass adjusting to his size. “Yes,” I gasped. “Fuck me, Uncle Thomas. Fuck me hard.”

He did. He pulled back and then slammed into me, his hips moving fast, his cock pounding into me. I moaned, my body moving with his, my cock bouncing with each thrust.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I chanted, my body on fire. “Fuck me, Uncle Thomas. Fuck me hard.”

He grunted, his movements becoming more erratic, more desperate. “You feel so good, baby boy,” he gasped. “Your ass is so fucking good.”

I could feel it, the pleasure building, the orgasm threatening to overwhelm me. “I’m gonna come,” I gasped. “I’m gonna come, Uncle Thomas.”

“Do it,” he groaned. “Come for me, baby boy. Come all over the couch.”

And I did. I came, my cock exploding, my body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me.

Uncle Thomas came soon after, his cock pulsing inside me, his body shuddering as he filled me with his cum.

We collapsed onto the couch, our bodies slick with sweat, our breaths coming in ragged gasps.

“Fuck, nephew,” he said, his voice hoarse. “That was incredible.”

I smiled, my body still humming with pleasure. “It was,” I agreed. “And we can do it again tomorrow. And the day after that. And the day after that.”

He laughed, his hand cupping my cheek. “You’re insatiable, baby boy,” he said. “But I love it.”

Texas Western University Bobcats.

I really couldn’t believe all of this was happening. I am a in my second year coaching for the Bobcats, and to tell you the truth, I love my job, but never I a million years did I think I would be balls deep in my star receiver/safety.

TWU is a small FBS in Midland Tx. We are not considered a powerhouse, but we are building something great out here in the middle of the Texas desert.

We placed second in our conference and made it to the third round of the playoffs.

A week after we had been knocked out of the playoffs DeAndre called me up out of the blue and said that he really needed to talked to me. He told me that he was thinking of entering the transport portal but he really wanted to sit down and talk to me in person.

I immediately called Coach Johnson, the head coach and told him what DeAndre told me. Coach Johnson was reasonably pissed off. He told me to do whatever it took to keep DeAndre at our school or it would be my ass.

I called Dee back and told him to come to my house. He said he would be there in 30. I told him that should be enough time for me to take a shower.

15 minutes later, I heard someone ringing my doorbell while I was in the shower. I grabbed a towel and ran to the door.

I opened the door with just a towel wrapped around my waist, still dripping water. I invited him in, once the door was closed I took off my towel and started drying my body off.

I really didn’t give it a second thought, football players see each other naked in the locker room all the time.

I was drying my hair when I noticed DeAndre was staring at me. I stopped drying off long enough to see that DeAndre was not only staring at me but he was looking hard at my cock.

I am caught off guard, but not to toot my on horn, I know that a have a good body. I work hard to stay in shape, and I know that my dick is big.

I decided to take my time as I dry off. I pay extra attention to my cock as I dry off.

As my dick starts to fill out, DeAndre starts licking his lips.

Once I am fully hard, I ask Dee what he wanted to talk about. This seems to focus his mind away from my cock. As he starts telling me about his offers from Texas and Texas A&M. I excuse myself to put on a pair of basketball shorts.

Dee definitely noticed, but he was so excited about his offers that he rambled on.

I came back out and sat directly across from him. As he talked I could tell he was checking out my body. I causally learned back and spread my legs.

I knew that Dee was solely focused on my cock. When he was finished talking, I slowly pulled the right leg of my shorts up, exposing the head of cock.

I had to call Dee’s name twice before he looked up at me. I then ask Dee if there was anything, anything that WTU could do to keep him.

Dee’s eyes were now fully focused back on my cock. As he was staring at my cock, I fully exposed myself as my cock filled out to its full 10 inches by 4.5 inches.

I explained to Dee that if he stays with WTU, would be the starter next year, in an offense that he already knows.

The whole time I was talking to Dee, I was flexing my monster.

Dee was so distracted by my cock, that he started stuttering . Dee finally stopped trying to talk and just stared at my cock.

I ask Dee if he liked what he was seeing. He just nodded. Then I ask him if he wanted to see more, he nodded again. So I stood up and stepped out of my gym shorts.

My fat cock was pointing straight out at Dee. I slow fisted my cock s few times, while giving my balls a tug.

My thick cock was heavy and I was starting to leak. I walked right up to Dee. My cock was less than six inches from face.

I could see that he was scared but also wanting my cock. I stood there flexing my cock and the pre-cum drip.

Dee finally looks away from my drooling cock and I ask him. Is there anything I can do to keep him at TWU. He nods again then licks his lips.

Dee slowly reached for my cock but I stepped back out of reach. His eyes snapped back to my face.

Looking Dee in his eyes, I asked him if this will keep him at WTU. He smiled at me and said only if he got my cock on the regular. I then told him that I don’t share and he needs to be good with that and that one could ever know.

He told me that would work best for him because he wasn’t out yet and he was happy just being with one person.

With that I stepped forward and put the tip of my leaking cock on his beautiful lips. I slowly feed him inch after inch.

Dee surprised me with how much of my cock he could swallow. He swallowed 8 inches before he started gagging. But Dee was up for the challenge, he was giving me sloppy wet head, and I was loving it.

I didn’t want to cum to quickly so t had Dee stand up and slowly take off his clothes. Damn he is beautiful and he has a fat ass.

I asked Dee if he had ever been fucked and he said me only a couple of times. I told him that I wanted to fuck him but only if he was ready. Dee assured me that he ready.

After taking him to my bedroom and getting out the lube , I opened him up while he continued to give me more of that phenomenal head.

I noticed immediately that he was already lubed up. When I asked him about it, he told me that he was supposed to link up with Lemarcus, our star running back.

I took notes of that information but focused on getting my cock in Dee.

I laid back on my bed and told him climb on and ride my cock so that he could control how much cock he was taking. 

Dee surprised me once again by takin my whole cock in one smooth motion, as he moaned loudly.

I promise you I wasn’t ready for the fell of his tight  moist whole, gripping my cock like that. I immediately grabbed his hips and held him still to stop myself from cumming deep in his tight hole.

Once I was ready I reversed positioned him on his back and fuck him long and hard for all I was worth while pinning his hand to the bed above his head.

I knew I was hit his spot because he would catch his breath every time I slid in. As I pounded his tight hole he kept moaning “coach please, coach please. “

Then he got quiet when I looked down his eyes had rolled back and he wasn’t breathing, so I kissed him for the first time. When I did he nutted all over both of us hand free.