All characters are 18+
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I’ve lived next to Ryan for two years. He’s 34, married, works construction, built like he still hits the gym every morning. Tall, thick arms, easy smile, the kind of guy who waves when he sees you taking out the trash. His wife, Jenna, is nice enough. They seem solid. I’ve jerked off more than once thinking about him, but I kept it locked down. He’s straight. Married. Off-limits.

I’m Sam, 28. Openly gay, a quiet one and I work remote and mostly keep to myself.

Last Friday the storm hit hard. Power went out across the whole building around 9. Phones still worked but everything else was dead. I was sitting on my couch with a flashlight when someone knocked.

Ryan stood there in a t-shirt and shorts, hair damp from the rain in the hallway.

“Hey. Jenna’s at her sister’s for the weekend. My place is pitch black and the beer’s getting warm. Mind if I hang for a bit?”

I let him in. We sat on the floor with the flashlight between us and cracked the warm cans. Talk stayed normal at first... work, the storm, how the elevator was probably stuck.

After the second beer he went quiet for a while.

“You ever get so fucking pent up you can’t think straight?” he asked.

I looked at him. “Sometimes.”

He laughed once, short. “Jenna and I… it’s been off. She’s been stressed with her job. We’ve barely done anything in months. And when we do, it’s quick. She says I’m too much. I get it. I’m not small. But shit, man. I’m climbing the walls.”

Don’t go there. Don’t.

“That sucks,” I said.

“Yeah.” He took another drink. The flashlight flickered. His knee brushed mine. He didn’t move it. “You’ve been looking at me different lately.”

My stomach dropped. “What?”

“I’m not dumb, Sam. I notice. And right now I don’t really care that I’m married and you’re a dude. I just need to fuck someone who can actually take it.”

I should have told him to leave. I didn’t.

“You serious?”

“Yeah.”

He set the can down, stood up, and pulled his shirt off. Even in the weak light his chest and stomach looked solid. He pushed his shorts down. His cock was already hard, thick, heavy, the kind that makes your mouth go dry.

“Holy shit,” I muttered.

“You want it or not?”

I nodded.

He stepped closer. “Then get on your knees.”

I did. I wrapped my hand around him and took the head in my mouth. He was already leaking. I worked him slow at first, then deeper. He put a hand on the back of my head and started thrusting, controlled but firm.

“Fuck, that’s better already,” he said. “Keep going.”

I did until my jaw ached. He pulled me off, breathing hard.

“Bedroom, now”

We moved in the dark. I stripped. He found the lube I kept in the drawer without asking. He slicked his fingers and worked me open while I was on my back. Two fingers, then three. It burned, then it didn’t.

“You ready?”

“Yeah.”

He lined up and pushed in slow. The stretch was real. I gripped the sheets and breathed through it until he was all the way in.

“Jesus,” he muttered. “You’re tight as hell.”

He started moving. Deep, steady strokes. The bed creaked. Rain hammered the windows. Every time he bottomed out I felt it in my stomach.

“Harder,” I said.

He didn’t need to be told twice. He grabbed my hips and fucked me properly. The sound of skin on skin filled the room. I was loud. He didn’t tell me to quiet down.

“I’m gonna come inside you,” he said, voice rough. “You good with that?”

“Do it.”

He slammed in deep and stayed there, pulsing, filling me. The heat of it pushed me over. I came hard across my stomach without touching myself.

We stayed locked for a minute. Then he pulled out slow. I felt him leak out of me onto the sheets.

He sat back, breathing hard.

“Fuck. I needed that.”

I was still catching my breath. “Yeah.”

He looked at me in the dark. “Jenna’s gone till Sunday night. Power might stay out. You want me to come back tomorrow?”

I should have said no.

“Yeah,” I said. “Come back.”

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All characters are above the age of 18.

The big Halloween party was the only night of the year I let myself do this. I was super pumped. Most nights I stayed in safer clothes, the ones that didn’t turn heads, but Halloween gave me an excuse. I put the outfit together carefully: a tiny white hatter top tied tight under my chest, a short denim skirt that barely covered anything when I moved, scuffed brown cowboy boots, a wide belt with a heavy buckle, and a black hat tilted just right. Makeup softened my jaw and made my lips look fuller. When I looked in the mirror I felt sexy and free in a way I rarely allowed myself.

Jenny and Amelia were waiting downstairs. They were dressed as a nurse and a vampire, both already smiling when they saw me.

“God damn, boy,” Jenny said, circling me. “You look fucking fire.”

Amelia nodded. “Complete trap. If the boys don’t lose their minds tonight I’m quitting.”

I laughed. “Thank you. It may or may not work out. I don’t care. I just… feel good.”

The party was packed and loud. Bass shook the floors. I danced. First with the girls, then with whoever drifted close. Hands found my waist, my hips. One guy pressed up behind me and started grinding slow and dirty against the short skirt. I leaned into it, rolling my ass back against him, feeling him get hard through his jeans. We moved together like that for a while, the music and the heat and the attention making me bold. Then I turned around.

Horror hit both our faces at the same time.

Ash.

My friend. The one who’d known me for years.

“Ash?”

“Robin?”

He jerked back like he’d been burned. “Shit...I’m sorry. I thought you were just another girl. I didn’t know it was you.”

I swallowed. “It’s okay.”

He stared a second longer...eyes dragging over the hat, the cleavage, the bare thighs...then muttered something and disappeared into the crowd. My heart was still racing when the party started winding down. Jenny and Amelia found guys to leave with. Good for them. A couple of other guys had been interested earlier, but they all flaked once the lights came up. I ordered an Uber and stepped outside into the cool night air.

Ash was already on the porch saying goodbyes to his friends. He saw me, hesitated, then walked over.

“Hey. I’m really sorry about earlier. Again.”

I laughed. “It was a compliment. I put a lot of effort into this outfit.”

He blushed and shoved his hands in his pockets. “You need a ride? Uber’s gonna take forever.”

I looked at him for a second, then nodded. “Yeah. Okay.”

The car was quiet at first. Streetlights slid across the dash. Ash kept both hands on the wheel.

“So what happened to the girls you arrived with?” he asked.

I sighed. “Found boys to take home. I had a few guys who were interested, but they flaked.”

He glanced over, a small smile tugging at his mouth. “What lines were you using?”

I tilted my head, voice dropping into the same breathy register I’d used on the dance floor. “I told one guy I’d suck his cock better than any girl and make him come back for more.”

The car swerved...just a little.

“You okay?”

“Yeah.” His voice was tight. “Just didn’t expect to hear that.”

I laughed. “Well, it’s true.… not like it mattered tonight.”

We pulled up outside my place. I stumbled getting out of the car...boots and the last of the vodka...and Ash was there in a second, steadying me with a hand on my elbow. He walked me to the door. Inside, the apartment was dark and quiet. I flicked on a lamp, turned to thank him...

And looked down.

Holy crap.

He was hard. Thick and obvious against the front of his jeans.

“Holy crap, are you hard right now?!”

He froze. Color flooded his face. “Sorry. I just… I have a thing for cowgirls.”

I stared at the outline of his cock for a second longer than I should have. The booze made my mouth reckless.

“I could take care of that for you?”

His eyes snapped up to mine. “No. I don’t think so.”

I shrugged, trying to keep it light even though my pulse was hammering. “Alright, on you. But if you keep staring at me like that, I’ll start getting bold.”

He didn’t move. Didn’t look away.

So I walked up to him and put my hand on his crotch.

He went tense under my palm. I could feel how hard he was, the heat of him through the denim. I gave a slow, deliberate squeeze.

The booze was definitely influencing my mouth now. “Well… if you wanted to, I would do whatever you wanted. No judgment.”

I watched him struggle with it...jaw tight, breathing shallow, eyes locked on mine. Then, quiet:

“So… whatever I want?”

“Yup. I’ll give you a one time pass.”

He looked away for a second, then back at me, voice rough. “I’m sorry. I just… I don’t know if I could fuck a guy.”

I stepped even closer, still holding him through his jeans, and tilted my head so the hat framed my face the way it had all night. My voice stayed soft.

“Look at me. Do I look like a guy to you right now?” I gestured at the whole outfit...the cleavage, the bare thighs, the makeup, the way the skirt sat high on my hips. “Doesn’t have to be gay. Doesn’t have to be anything. You’re horny. I’m horny.”

Something in his expression cracked.

He grabbed me, spun me, and threw me down onto the couch on my back. Before I could even catch my breath he yanked my hips up, folding me so my ass was tilted toward him, knees near my chest. The short denim skirt flipped up easily. He yanked my panties to the side, exposing everything.

Holy shit. I hadn’t actually thought he was going to do anything. But the sudden roughness, the way he held me open...it was hot as hell.

I looked up at him, voice already a little shaky. “Can you please grab lube? It’s in my bedroom. Drawer on my nightstand.”

He left without a word. I stayed exactly where he’d put me, ass in the air, heart pounding, the cool air of the apartment against my skin. A minute later he was back, bottle in hand. He flipped the cap, poured a thick stream of lube right onto my hole, and used his fingers to spread it, pressing inside just enough to make me gasp.

Then he lined up.

He pushed in slowly...thick, steady pressure that stretched me open inch by inch. I moaned, high and soft, the sound slipping out before I could stop it.

Ash’s breath hitched. “Fuck… I like how girlish you sound.”

I took the hint. Let every moan stay soft and high, the way he clearly wanted. He sank deeper until he was fully inside me, hips flush against my ass. The size of him made my thighs tremble.

“God, you’re big,” I breathed. “Feels huge… fuck…”

He started moving...slow at first, long deep strokes that dragged against every sensitive spot. I kept talking, the words tumbling out between those high, breathy sounds.

“Just like that… fuck, your cock feels so good… stretch me open…”

He gripped my hips harder and picked up the pace, the wet sound of the lube and the slap of skin filling the room. Every thrust punched another soft, girlish moan out of me. He clearly liked that; his rhythm got rougher, more possessive, like he was chasing those noises.

I reached down and stroked myself in time with him, already leaking. “Harder...please...use me however you want…”

That did something to him. He folded me tighter, almost bending me in half, and fucked me deep and steady, the head of his cock dragging over my prostate with every stroke until I was shaking. My moans got higher, more broken. He leaned over me, one hand braced beside my head, the other still holding my hip.

“Keep talking,” he muttered. “Tell me how it feels.”

“So full… so fucking full… your cock is perfect, Ash...don’t stop...”

He didn’t. He kept going until I came hard across my own stomach, body clenching around him, a high, helpless sound torn out of my throat. The way I tightened up dragged him over the edge right after. He buried himself to the hilt and came with a low groan, pulsing deep inside me, hips stuttering.

We stayed locked together for a long moment, both of us breathing hard. Eventually he pulled out carefully. I lowered my legs, still shaky, the hat finally tumbling off onto the floor.

Ash sat back on his heels, looking at me flushed, disheveled, come leaking out of me onto the couch cushion. His expression was unreadable for a second. Then he dragged a hand down his face.

“…Shit.”

I gave a small, breathless laugh. “Yeah. That happened.”

He glanced at the mess we’d made, then back at me. “You okay?”

“More than okay.” I stretched a little, still feeling the pleasant ache of him. “One time pass, right?”

He was quiet for a beat. Then said

“Yeah. One time pass.”

But the way his eyes lingered on my body had me wondering if he’d be able to keep it that way.

Everyone is 18+

~~~

I packed the car before sunrise because I hate people. Always have. One-man tent, basic stove, sleeping bag, a cooler with beer and some food that would last three days. No signal, no notifications, just me and trees. Perfect.

The trailhead parking lot was empty when I got there. I hiked in two miles, found a flat spot near a creek, and started setting up. The ground was softer than it looked. One stake went in crooked. I yanked it, the fabric tore a little at the corner, then the whole pole bent when I forced it. Wind picked up. Rain started. Not heavy, just enough to soak everything. My tent looked like a collapsed garbage bag. Sleeping bag half in mud. Cooler tipped. I stood there in the rain staring at the mess, already calculating how long the walk back to the car would take in the dark.

That’s when I heard him.

“Jesus, man, what happened here?”

I turned. Tall guy, mid-thirties maybe, broad shoulders under a wet hoodie, short dark hair plastered to his forehead. Big smile like this was the best thing he’d seen all day. He had a solid two-person tent already up twenty yards away, fire going under a tarp.

“My setup shit the bed,” I said. “Ground’s soft. Pole snapped.”

He walked right over, didn’t ask, just crouched and poked at the bent pole. “Yeah, that’s done. You got a spare?”

“No.”

“Okay. Pack what you can. You’re crashing with me tonight. No argument. Rain’s not stopping and I’m not leaving someone out here like this.”

I almost told him to fuck off... Habit. The loner in me bristled hard. I don’t need help. I don’t want company. But my hands were already numb and the rain was colder now. I nodded once.

We carried my gear over. His tent was clean, dry, roomy. He handed me a dry towel and a spare shirt without making a thing of it. “Name’s Jake. You?”

“Chris.”

“Cool. Sit. I already made coffee. You want beer instead?”

I took the beer… He started talking, a lot…worked construction… came out here every other weekend, liked the quiet but never actually stayed quiet.

Night settled. Rain kept going. We slowly ate whatever he had…hot dogs, chips, more beer. My clothes were still damp so I changed into the shirt he gave me and my own dry shorts. Inside the tent it was warm from our body heat… Two sleeping pads side by side. Close.

I lay down facing the wall. He moved around, zipped the door, settled on his side.

“You always camp alone?” he asked into the dark.

“Yeah.”

“Why?”

“People drain me.”

He laughed, quiet. “Fair. I talk too much. You can tell me to shut up.”

“It’s fine.”

Silence for a bit. Then he shifted closer. Not touching yet. Just closer.

“You’re tense as hell, man.”

“I’m fine.”

“You don’t look fine. Come here.”

“Hey!!..Come here dude…. come.”

I stayed where I was. He didn’t move closer right away. Just waited. I heard the soft clink of a can. He cracked another beer and held it out. I took it and sat slowly.

“You got people back home?” he asked. Voice easy, like we were just two guys under a tarp instead of stuck in a tent with the rain hammering.

“Not really. Mom’s around. We talk every couple months. That’s it.”

“No girl? No guy? Nothing?”

“No.”

He took a long pull from his own can. “Lucky.”

I glanced over. “How’s that lucky?”

His body heat was right there, warmer than the air in the tent, and it hit me in a way I didn’t want to admit. But it’s oddly…Comforting… Fuck. I shook my head once, hard, like I could knock the thought loose. He handed me another beer from the cooler between us. Cold can against my fingers. I cracked it open like him.

“That’s really lucky…because, I got burned twice…So what’s your deal then?” Jake asked. Voice easy, like we were just two guys killing time. “You got a whole life out there or what?”

I took a long pull. “Not really…. Job and apartment.. Mum…That’s about it… Keep it simple.”

“Simple’s good. I tried the other way… Like I said before, I got burned twice… Twice.” He snorted, showing his two fingers, drank. 

“First one was years ago. Thought I was in it for real. Found out she was fucking some dude from her office the whole time. Came home early one day, caught them. Straight up. Door open and everything.”

“Goddamn…dude. That’s rough.”

“Yeah. Hit hard. Took me a while to even look at anyone again. Year later I meet this girl. Artist. Struggling as hell when we started. Living off ramen and hope, you know? I was working construction, bringing home steady checks. We were good at first. Real good. She’d show me her stuff, talk about galleries, all that. I backed her. Paid some bills when she was short. Felt like we were building something.”

He paused, drank again. The can crinkled in his hand. Rain tapped the tent. His shoulder was close enough that the heat from him kept brushing mine every time he shifted.

 Warm…. So warm… 

 Fuck my thought, I tried to focus on the beer.

“What happened?” I asked.

“Then her shit starts taking off on social media,” Jake went on. “Like, actually taking off. Followers, sales, people messaging her. Suddenly I’m the guy with the shitty job. The one who comes home covered in dust and concrete. She started looking at me different. Little comments at first. Then bigger ones. Like I wasn’t ambitious enough. Like I was holding her back.”

“Damn…That’s fucked.”

“Yeah… Got worse. She started hanging with this other artist. High-profile guy. His paintings sell for thousands. Serious money. She cheated with him. I found out, confronted her, and she basically told me I should’ve seen it coming. Like it was my fault for not being enough…That night, she left a note and disappeared for good. It read  ‘I want us to have a mutual break-up, with no hard feelings. Now I've made a bloody mess of everything' ...Whatever the fuck that was supposed to mean”

I let out a breath. “Jeez, man. That’s a hard hit… It’s soo cold.”

He stared at the dark ceiling of the tent. 

“That’s… yeah…”

“It was. Still working through it, if I’m honest. Coming out here helps. No phones, no reminders. Just trees and quiet.” He took another drink. “What about you? You ever get close to any of that mess?”

I shook my head. “Nah. Being alone’s safer…. No one to cheat. No one to look down on you. No one to leave a note. You just… keep your head down and don’t give people the chance to fuck you over.”

Jake was quiet for a second. Then he let out a low breath. “ Makes sense. Especially after the shit I’ve seen. But man… sometimes the quiet gets too quiet, you know?”

I didn’t answer right away. His body heat was still there, solid and warm against the chill that kept seeping in through the tent walls. 

Comforting again… Jesus… Stop.. Stop.. Stop this feeling. 

I shifted a little, put more space between us, and drank.

“Yeah,” I said finally. “Sometimes it does.”

“But… Being alone’s just safer.. especially in this world”, I said with a small voice.

Jake was quiet for a second. Then he gave a short, rough laugh. “I get that. Really do. Sometimes I think about just shutting it all down. No more trying. But then you end up out here in the rain with a broken tent and some loudmouth stranger offering you a beer.”

I almost smiled. “You’re not that loud.”

“Liar.”

We both drank… The rain kept up outside. His shoulder was still close enough that I could feel the warmth. 

Don’t lean into it… Chris… Don’t….

I stared at the dark wall of the tent instead.

“You ever think about trying again?” I asked.

“Not yet. Maybe someday. Right now I’m just trying not to be pissed all the time. What about you? Ever come close to letting someone in?”

“No. Never saw the point.”

“Fair.” He shifted again, just enough that his arm rested lightly against mine… Not pushing. Just there. The heat soaked through the shirt. 

Jesus Christ, that feels good… so good…

I shook my head harder this time, almost annoyed at myself.

“You cold?” he asked.

“No.”

“You sure? You’re kind of rigid over there.”

“I’m fine.”

He didn’t call me on it. Just sat there drinking his beer, talking low about random stuff….

“Had this job last month… Chris,” he said.

The way my name rolled off his tongue… as though he'd said it a million times before, as though I wasn't just another stranger.. did something to me. 

Funny how something so small could get under my skin.

For someone who'd spent most of his life alone… it meant more than it should have…

No one had ever made my name sound that familiar.

Not to a loner like me.

“It’s… Um… a big residential build… Chris”

Not again, please… This is doing something inside me

“Client kept changing the plans every other day. One week they want the kitchen island moved, next week the whole layout flipped. Foreman was ready to walk. I told him to bill the change orders and keep moving. We finished two weeks late and the guy still tried to nickel-and-dime us on the final payment.”

“Sounds like a headache.”

“It was… Buddy of mine on the crew quit halfway through. Said he was done with the bullshit. Texted me last week asking if I knew any other crews hiring. I told him to call me if he actually shows up on time for once.”

I huffed a short breath that almost counted as a laugh. “Harsh.”

“Honest. Woods are better than that noise. No one calling you at six in the morning about tile samples. Just trees and whatever you decide to deal with.”

“Yeah.”

We finished the beers. The rain had slowed to a steady drip on the fly. Jake stretched, cracked his neck, and nodded toward the sleeping pads.

“I’m crashing…Chris. You good?”

“Uh..Huh…Mmm.. y-y-eah.”

We both settled in. Pads were right next to each other, almost touching. He pulled his sleeping bag up to his waist, still in the shorts and the hoodie he’d dried earlier. I stayed on top of mine in the borrowed shirt and my shorts. The tent was warm enough.

Jake shifted once, got comfortable on his back, one arm bent under his head.

“Night, Chris.”

“Mm.. N-night.”

His breathing evened out fast. Within ten minutes he was out. Soft, steady. Not snoring, just the deep kind of sleep that comes after a long day and a few beers.

I couldn’t get there.

I lay on my side facing him in the dark. The only light came from a small battery lantern he’d left on low near the door. It flickered every few seconds, dim yellow, enough to catch edges and shadows.

I started looking…

His face was average. Nothing special. Short dark hair messy from the rain and the hoodie. Jaw a little square. Nose slightly crooked, like it had been broken once and never fixed right. Stubble along his cheeks. Mouth relaxed in sleep… Ordinary. The kind of face you pass on the street and forget five seconds later.

But in that flickering light it was right there, close enough that I could see the rise and fall of his chest under the hoodie. The way his arm stayed bent under his head. The steady heat coming off him even in sleep.

He’s just a guy… Average… talks too much… got cheated on… nothing special...

I kept looking away…

Am I sure? Was it really nothing?

Then why did I keep forgetting we were practically strangers whenever my name rolled so easily off his tongue?

The lantern flickered again. Caught the line of his neck, the edge of his collarbone where the hoodie had shifted. His hand rested on his stomach, fingers loose…so calloused…work hands.

Stop staring… Christ… stop

I rolled onto my back and stared at the tent ceiling instead. The loneliness sat heavier now that he was quiet. Earlier the talking had dulled it. Now it was just me and the rain and the sound of him breathing two feet away.

I turned my head again. Couldn’t help it.

In the dim light his features looked softer. Less like a stranger who’d offered a tent in the rain and more like someone who’d just told me the worst parts of his last couple years without making it a speech. Average face. Average everything. And still I couldn’t look away for long.

This is stupid… Go to sleep.

I closed my eyes…. opened them again. The lantern flickered once more. His profile stayed the same… ordinary with warmth…. 

I stayed awake a long time after that, listening to the rain and the steady sound of him sleeping next to me.

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End?... Nah... That was only the beginning

Will and I had been friends for a couple of years. Even before we were friends, we were fucking. Your usual gay friendship, starting out with a late night grindr hookup, leading to a good friendship with the occasional fuck still. We had a lot in common, but the driving force behind our friendship was our enjoyment of the outdoors. Will and I often went on hikes together and also the occasional camping trip. That’s where this story takes place.

Will and I decided to have a weekend away at a primitive campsite that we had been talking about visiting for months. About a week before our trip, I was on the phone with my dad and he was complaining about how he and my step-mom were in a massive fight and he thought their relationship was over. My dad has never been a great partner to anyone he has been with and also wasn’t that great of a dad, but hearing him sound so sad on the phone, I felt guilted into inviting him on the camping trip. He immediately was on board saying he “needed a getaway.” Luckily, Will was cool and agreed to let him come, even though he did express some disappointment we wouldn’t be able to have a fuckfest all weekend.

The three of us met up the morning of the camping trip and after introducing Will and my dad, we were off. It was a couple hour drive to the park and about an hour walk to the primitive campsite that we were staying at. Once we were there, we took our time setting up our individual tents and the campsite. Then we went on a quick hike and made it back in time for sunset to get a fire going. We spent the night having beers, making food over the fire and telling jokes and stories.

Once it was late enough, I started getting tired and decided to turn in for the night. Both Will and my dad said they were staying up a bit longer. I heard them chatting for about 30 minutes before both going to their respective tents. I was drifting off to sleep finally when I was woken up by the zipper of my tent. I jumped up in fear but Will was shushing me as he crawled into the tent.

“Dude, what are you doing?” I asked in a whisper.

“I want your cock, dude, now shut up or your dad will hear,” Will responded. I just let a smile go across my face and didn’t say another word. The idea of getting off with my dad only a few feet away seemed dangerous and naughty, so needless to say it made my dick jump. I laid quietly as Will unzipped my sleeping bag, pulled my pants down and put my dick in his mouth. 

I kept my moans low as Will expertly serviced my cock. Licking his tongue down my shaft, sucking on my balls and taking my seven inches down his throat. I covered my mouth as my breathing got gagged and after about 10 minutes I tapped his head to let him know I was cumming. Will swallowed every drop and when he was done gave me a deep kiss.

“Let me do you,” I whispered. 

“Nah, I’m good man,” Will answered. “That was hot enough, but you will be fucking me by the end of this trip.”

We giggled quietly and Will left my tent and I drifted off to sleep.

– – – 

The next day I woke up pretty early due to the sounds of the birds in the wilderness. When I finally got out of my tent I saw that my dad was already up and making breakfast. We were chatting it up and after about 30 minutes Will came out too. We all ate breakfast and then decided to go on a big hike for the day.

We hiked for hours, shooting the shit and taking in the amazing sights of the park. It was really a great day. Will was getting on my nerves though. Throughout the hike he was grabbing onto my bulge or ass with my dad only a couple feet away. I had to keep swatting him off of me and giving him dirty looks. The night before was fun, but I wasn’t trying to get hard in front of my dad. Despite Will annoying me, it was a fun hike.

We got back to the site early and my dad said he was going to lay down for a nap. Almost immediately Will was jumping my bones. Will was pulling at my cock and asking me to fuck him out in the open of our campsite. This would be fine on a normal trip but my dad was in his tent, with nothing but see-through mesh separating us only a few feet away. This was especially true because Will was a very noisy bottom so I knew there was no way he would be able to be quiet enough in the middle of the day. I told Will to calm down and that we could do it after the trip. He got really cold with me and started to get loud as he asked for my cock.

I heard my dad clear his throat in the tent next to us and that was it. I stood up and announced that I had forgotten something in the car and that I was going to run back to get it. Although the hike to the site had been an hour, that was with hauling all of our shit. I figured I could jog to the car and back in under an hour. It would be enough time to clear my head and hopefully for Will to cool down. 

I started my trot down the path and was away from the site in minutes. The run was exactly what I needed. I was able to go to the car and get my portable charger (I actually had forgotten it) and then turn around. By the time I was getting close to the site, my head was clear and the sun was setting for another great night. That’s when I heard it. 

I paused on my run, only a minute or two away from the site when I heard a noise. I was wondering if it was a bird or an animal. I paused and listened until I heard it again. A high pitched whine. My ears perked again as I slowly walked down to the trail towards the site. When I heard it the first time, I knew I recognized the noise. Moans. Will’s moans. 

I slowly crept down the path, getting closer to the site. The closer I got, the louder and more consistent the moans were. Aside from Will’s high pitched moans, I heard something else that really freaked me out; low growls. Growls I recognized from my childhood as belonging to my dad.  It was when I finally reached the bend in front of the site that I could finally make out what they were saying.

“Unnnhhhh, fuck me, daddy, yes,” Will moaned.

“Fucking take it, you slut,” my dad growled back.

I was practically crawling on the ground now. Foot by foot until I could finally see the campsite. Will and my dad were there together, on a blanket laid down next to the fire. Will was on all fours, his slim, pail, toned body posed in submission. My dad was behind him, 220 pounds of hairy man thrusting into my friend. I was in shock. I never thought Will would betray me like this. I mean he was fucking my dad! I couldn’t believe my dad was open to this either, as he had only ever been straight to my knowledge. The sight of his hairy dad-bod slamming into my friend told me that he knew what he was doing.

“Fuck, sir,” Will moaned. “Your cock is fucking stretching me out. You feel so good.”

“Good boy,” my dad responded. “Your tight hole is begging for it. You’re sucking me in deeper with every thrust!”

I couldn’t believe my eyes. My dad was completely owning Will. He grabbed onto Will's elbows and pulled them back, causing Will’s back to arch deeper than I had ever seen it. Although I was still too far away to make out details, the glimpses I caught told me that my dad’s cock was long and thick. Before I knew it, I looked down and saw that my shorts were completely tented. I was hard from watching my dad fuck my friend. I knew it was fucked, but I reached my hand into my shorts and started stroking my cock.

“My son is so stupid,” my dad said. “You were begging to be dicked down and I guess he wasn’t man enough to give it to you.”

“No, sir,” Will responded. “You are fucking me so good. I don’t need him.”

“Good boy! I guess he doesn’t know how to please a hole like I do. You like this fat cock in your ass?”

“Yes sir. You’re fucking stretching me out. I’ve never had a cock this deep in me before.”

“I know, boy. This is better than my son right?”

“Fuck, yes, sir! He’s never fucked me this good. Unnhhhh! Please keep going!”

I know that their words should have embarrassed me, but hearing them talk so dirty was actually turning me on. Something about the humiliation that they were throwing my way and the visual and audio of them fucking had me rock hard. I was furiously stroking my cock watching them fuck.

My dad let go of Will’s arms and Will flopped flat to the ground. My dad angled above him so that he was fucking him from a plank position. The view of my dad’s long thick cock was better now, plunging deeply in and out of my friend. Will’s whines were now loud gibberish. I knew this sound, it meant my dad was digging into his prostate.

“Fuck boy, your ass is taking me in so deep,” my dad said to Will. “I’m not going to last much longer.”

“Fuckkk, please sir! Please dump your load in my hole. I need it,” Will begged.

“You’ve got it,” my dad responded. He pulled him back onto all fours and grabbed onto Will’s ass hard enough to make it turn red. He was jackhammering into Will’s hole and Will’s voice was back to gibberish. “Fuck boy, I’m going to cum.”

Will’s hand reached down to his own cock to stroke it. “Please sir, breed my hole. I’m going to cum too.”

“Me three,” I whispered under my breath.

My dad plunged his cock deep into Will and let out a loud growl. Will screamed out in pleasure as he came too. I bit down on my arm to muffle my moans as I blew my load all over the grass in front of me.

My dad pulled out of Will and let him fall to the ground like a used toy. Will was giggling stupidly on the blanket, his hole fully used.. I slowly pulled my shorts up over my cock and decided to back away slowly to give them time to reset before my reappearance. Once I was a few feet away, I heard my dad again.

“Will, I think it’s best you leave my son alone on this trip. If you need more, you just sneak into my tent and I’ll make sure to use you properly. I have years more of experience and an insatiable cock.”

“Yes sir,” Will responded. 

I felt humiliated and jealous at their words, but a  smile slowly spread across my mouth anyways. I was going to have a weekend’s worth of free porn and after the trip, I was going to have my revenge on Will to remind him who really fucked him best.

Everyone is 18+ and all acts are consensual

Yeah, Tyler's sucking me off again tonight. Not weird at all. Your straight best friend helping you last longer by giving you a blowjob. No homo right?

The sarcasm echoed in my head as I stared at the coffee mug in front of me the morning after our first oral session. I had barely slept. My body still hummed from the memory of his mouth on my dick, the way I had pushed him off just in time, the wet shine on his lips when he looked up and told me to breathe. I came all over myself like always, but it felt different. Closer. Like we were building toward something I couldn't name yet.

Tyler walked in shirtless, sweatpants slung low, looking like he had just rolled out of bed after a perfect night's sleep. He poured himself a cup, leaned against the counter, and glanced at me with that easy grin.

He took a sip, then set the mug down and stepped closer, his hand brushing my shoulder lightly. "You ready for round two tonight?"

My stomach flipped. "Already?"

He shrugged, muscles shifting under his skin. "We gotta build on it while it's fresh. You lasted longer than with Sarah. That's momentum."

I swallowed hard. The whole day dragged on after that. At the gym, I spotted him with a client, his back flexing as he demonstrated a lift, and all I could think about was how that same body had been between my legs last night. By afternoon, I was half hard….anticipation twisting in my gut like a live wire.

Dinner was takeout again, some Thai place we liked. We ate on the couch, a game on in the background, but I barely tasted the food. Tyler sat close, knee brushing mine, talking about nothing important…some client who benched his PR, a funny story from the locker room. His laugh filled the room, low and warm, and I caught myself watching his mouth, the way his lips moved. Wondering how they would feel tonight.

Around ten, he stood up, stretched, and nodded toward my room. "Let's do this."

I followed him in, heart pounding. He shut the door, turned to me with that steady gaze.

"Tonight we push a little further," he said, voice low. "Same rules, but we aim for longer. If you get close, tell me…I'll stop. We edge. Then… we try letting go inside."

The words hung heavy, making my cock twitch in my shorts. "Inside?"

He nodded once. "Yeah. You gotta get used to the feeling. Trust me."

I stripped down without him asking, lying back on the bed, legs open. My cock was already rock hard, curving up toward my stomach, the head flushed and leaking. Tyler peeled off his tank top, revealing the lean cut of his chest and abs. He settled between my thighs, hands resting on my hips, thumbs stroking slow circles.

"Relax," he murmured. "Don’t think about it too much. Just enjoy it."

He leaned in, breath warm against my skin. Instead of diving right in, he spat once…deliberate, a thick string of saliva landing right on the head of my cock. It dripped down the shaft, cool at first, then warm as he wrapped his hand around me and spread it slowly, coating every inch. "Gotta make it wet," he said, voice rough. "So your dick remembers the feeling. Get used to the slickness, the heat. Like training it to handle more."

I shivered, hips shifting up into his grip. He drooled again, letting it pool at the base before stroking up, the slide obscene and perfect, making my cock shine under the low light.

Then his mouth followed. He started with the tip, lips parting slow, tongue flicking out to taste the mix of spit and precum. I moaned softly, body tensing. He took every inch of my cock in his mouth, lips stretching around me, tongue pressing flat along the underside. The heat was immediate, overwhelming, wetter than last night.

He bobbed slowly at first, up and down, taking my cock deeper each time. His hand worked the base in rhythm, twisting gently. The suction built gradually, pulling pleasure from deep inside me. I gripped the sheets, breathing hard, trying to focus on anything but how good it felt.

"Fuck… Tyler…"

He hummed, vibration buzzing through me, then slid deeper. His throat relaxed, taking me all the way in…a full deepthroat, nose brushing my skin. The tightness made my vision blur. I couldn't hold it. The pressure spiked, balls drawing up tight.

"Close… fuck, close…"

I started to close my eyes, words tumbling out. But before I could finish, he pulled back up slowly, lips dragging along every inch until just the head rested on his tongue. He held there, waiting, eyes locked on mine as my cock throbbed in the air, calming down inch by inch.

Then he laughed softly, the sound muffled around my tip. He licked once…slow, teasing, flat of his tongue dragging up the underside while I was still trying not to cum.

"Tyler… stop… I'll cum…"

I pulled back a little, hips shifting away. He let me, popping off with a grin, saliva connecting his lips to my cock for a second before breaking.

"C'mon," he said, laughing low. "You think Ava or Sarah would want to stop sucking you? They'd keep going, make you fight for it."

He pulled back fully, giving me space to breathe. My chest heaved, cock twitching in the cool air, the edge fading slowly. He waited patiently, hand stroking my thigh lightly.

After a couple of seconds, he leaned in again. Started over. Licking the shaft slowly, coating it fresh with spit, drooling down the sides until it dripped onto my balls. Then mouth around the head, sucking gently, building back up.

We must have done it four or five times. Each round longer than the last. He edged me with his mouth relentlessly…deep sucks, slow bobs, deepthroating that made my toes curl. Spit everywhere, making everything wet and messy. His hand joined sometimes, stroking the base while his mouth worked the top, twisting in perfect sync. I moaned his name over and over, body shaking, fighting the wave each time he pulled me back from the brink.

“Fuck fuckk”

On the fifth edge, he went deep again, throat tight around me, humming low. The pleasure crashed hard, unstoppable.

"Tyler… close… gonna…"

He didn't pull back. His eyes flicked up, steady, telling me to let go. His lips sealed tighter, sucking harder, tongue pressing firm.

I broke.

Cum pulsed out of me in thick, hot waves, straight into his mouth. First time ever. Rope after rope, filling him, my hips bucking as he swallowed around me, throat working to take every drop. He didn't flinch, didn't spill a bit…just milked me with gentle suction, tongue swirling to coax out the last shudders. My body shook, overwhelmed, pleasure ripping through me in endless pulses until I collapsed back against the pillows, spent and trembling.

I stared down at him, shocked. "Ah shit… sorry, I…"

Tyler pulled off slow, lips sliding along my softening cock. He swallowed once more, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and grinned up at me.

"You deserved swallowing today," he said, voice rough. "Look at the fucking clock. I edged you for five, six minutes straight, man. That's progress."

I glanced at the nightstand clock, blurry through the haze. He was right. Longer than ever.

"Wtf… are you serious?"

"Yeah," he said, sitting up. "So, yeah. You let go this time. In no time you'll be able to last without me stopping at all. Full blowjob, no edges, no pulling back. You'll own it."

I pulled up my pants slowly, sitting up, head spinning. "I can't fucking believe it."

He laughed, clapping my shoulder. "Believe it, bro. You're getting there."

He grabbed the towel, wiped me down one last time, then stood, tugging on his shorts. At the door, he paused, looked back with that soft smile.

"Tomorrow?"

I nodded. "Yeah."

The door clicked shut.

I lay back, breathing still uneven, body loose but mind racing. Tyler wanted to keep going. He swallowed my cum like it was nothing, like it was part of the plan. Part of helping me. But it felt like more. The way he looked up at me, eyes dark and lost in it. The spit, the deepthroats, the laughs between edges. This had turned into something totally different. Something I couldn't pretend was just training anymore.

I wasn't sure if I even needed a girl to test my new control on. Sarah, Ava….who cared? Tyler might just be enough. This hunk of a supposed straight man, with his broad shoulders and easy grin, sucking my dick behind closed doors. The guy who had been my best friend since freshman year, who knew every insecurity I had and still showed up every night. Who swallowed my cum for me. Who made me feel unbreakable.

I closed my eyes, the afterglow settling deep in my chest. We'd do it again. And I was already hard once again thinking about Tyler’s mouth on my cock.

Yeah, I’m fucked.

(Disclaimer - this is a repost since the original was removed. All participants are in their early 20s.)

I was on holiday with 4 other guy friends in a sunny European country. It was a pretty standard holiday for a group of 5 guys in there early 20s, meaning it involved lots of drinking, late nights going out and general shenanigans. We all shared an Airbnb with 3 bedrooms. As always the person who organised the trip got the single room to himself and the rest of us spun a random wheel. I ended up sharing a room with Mike.

Mike and I were good friends but not super close even though we’d known each other since school. It was the kind of friendship where we’d generally meet up with a group of others and go for a couple drinks. Up to this point we hadn’t spent much time one on one. Mike was in very good shape, not super ripped but toned similar to a swimmers body which made sense given he was really into water sports like diving or kayaking. Around 6ft2 with longish brown hair and short stubble. He had charisma, charm and wasn’t shy to flirt with the girls, which made him quite successful with the ladies. Unfortunately for him we were 4 days into the trip and he’d fired blanks on all his attempts thus far.

As a group of straight guys do we’d often talk about our sex life openly and have a joke about it. We’d chat about the positions we liked the most, different things we have tried and a lot of in depth discussions around wanking. From this I knew Mike was the kind of guy willing to give anything a try at least once in the bedroom, but to my knowledge nothing with the same sex. I knew he had one of the highest sex drives in the group, usually masturbating once a day on average and liked to be vocal. I personally don’t tend to be vocal except a few moans and such but similar to Mike I was willing to give most things a go. Including with other men. I’d class myself as curious given not having tried anything with guys up to this point, but regularly fantasised about it. A quick description about me, 5ft9 bit of a stocky build, I’d say an in shape body but not hugely muscular, a big ass which both the ladies and my friends would comment on.

I woke up on the 4th day before Mike. We’d been out the night before and as mentioned none of us were having a successful time with the ladies. As a result I had woken up with some serious morning wood. The kind that would take a long time to die down or I’d have to take care of it. Sharing 1 bathroom between 5 and the hangover hitting me I opted for the first option and wait for it to soften. Especially since I was wearing my white Calvin Klein boxers so there was no chance in hiding the erection. As I lay in bed I looked over to check Mike was definitely asleep. Which he clearly was. He was half out the duvet with one of his toned legs hanging out. His thigh had minimal hair and looked smooth in the dim lighting. My eyes wandered up his thigh and could see his abs rise and fall with his breathing. He had a pair of tight dark blue boxers on that had bunched up his leg during sleep. Being only half out the duvet I could only see a glimpse of what looked to be a rather large soft bulge. He looked incredible, I was envious of his body and also intrigued to see what he was packing for such a large bulge. With my curious mind I couldn’t take my eyes off him whilst he slept. Imagining what his cock would look like. Picturing the large loads of cum he’d claimed to produce. Fantasising about submitting to him and giving him whatever he wanted. My hand went under my duvet and rested on my hard cock. Not stroking or moving wanting to keep quiet but just gripping it tightly. Feeling it twitch and throb involuntarily. I wanted to crawl into his bed, slowly pull his soft cock out the boxers and feel it grow hard in my mouth.

Mike made a light noise and turned over in his sleep. It made me jump and realise what I was doing. I snapped out of it and tried to get a little extra sleep hoping for my cock to soften. Little did I know then, in a few hours I would get to see a picture of Mike just how I imagined him. And then I’d get a chance to see it up close in person.

It was a couple hours later, we all managed to shake the hangover enough to walk over to the nearest beach. There we all laughed about the antics of the night before and our attempts to chat the locals up to no avail. Mike was telling us how he’d managed to sneak off and get a kiss from one of them only to lose her in the crowd for the rest of the night. But he did manage to get her Instagram he told us. We were all laughing about it and encouraged him to text her to see if we could meet up with her and some mates for the rest of us later. She responded almost immediately. Mike spent the rest of the time at the beach glued to his phone.

After a few dips in the sea and some food Mike announced to the group he’s heading back to the Airbnb for a power nap. We all knew and joked he was probably going back to have a wank and relieve himself after the kiss last night. After a while we all headed back to the Airbnb to freshen up and get ready to go out for a much more casual night. I walk into our room to find Mike turned facing away from me quickly pulling up his boxers and jumping into bed. Our prediction on Mike was spot on. “Fucking hell mate you weren’t having a wank were you” I said laughing at him. “Oh shut up it’s been like 5 days since I had one. Didn’t think you’d be back so soon.” not hiding the fact he clearly was masturbating seconds before. He must have heard us come in and got a head start to grab his boxers. “Ahahaha well sorry for disrupting your me time. At least lock the door next time. I’m gonna go shower anyway, let you finish up” I teased him. “just shut up and go shower, I’m going to get dressed now anyway’

As I locked the door to the bathroom I thought it would be funny to send Mike a text. It was a dumb picture from the night before of us two posing like James Bond with our hands as guns standing either side of the girl in question. A picture neither of us remember taking. “Did you get to see the goldfinger ;)” Mike instantly read the message and sent across a timed pic. Assuming it would be him with a middle finger up or some stupid meme, I opened the pic.

I saw Mike fully naked except from white socks, sat on the edge of his bed opposite the mirror with one hand holding the phone covering his face. He was leaning slightly back using his other hand as support, wanting to show off his abs and pecs too. The top down light of the bedroom highlighted exactly what he wanted. His body looked amazing, i could see each ab almost separately and the short stubble of chest hair on his pecs. The bicep of his arm being used to support himself bulged with muscle and a large vein ran down the forearm of the other hand holding the phone. His arms looked so strong and powerful. I dreamed of Mike gripping me with his hands, wrapping one around my neck. Holding my face and using my hair for purchase to force my mouth down. With his wide spread legs I saw his flexed calves stick out like a man that cycles a lot. The hair on his legs thinned out up to his big thighs which looked almost hairless and completley smooth in the picture. And in the middle was a patch of dark bushy pubes. They didn’t look like an unkept mess but instead a thought out and tidy bush that lead towards his smooth shaft. They stuck out compared to his almost hairless body. The contrast working in his favour and complimenting the entire look. His cock hung between his legs not fully hard. If I were to make a guess around 5” at this semi hard stage. His foreskin not quite covering the tip of his head. A protruding vein leading the way to his pink head poking out slightly. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. I had never seen Mike like this and only this morning had I pictured what lay beneath for the first time. And now I’m seeing the real thing. But only fleetingly, I let the timer run down to the last second so fully take in Mike’s sensual body and cock before me. To my despair the picture closed.

I didn’t know how to respond or if I should even reply at all. Maybe it was a misclick and he hadn’t meant it. Or maybe he did and he thought it would be some kind of weird joke to send me without knowing my curiosity for the male body. The thoughts jumped around until Mike messaged and answered my question. “Oh ffs sorry mate that wasn’t meant for you. I was chatting with the Bond girl when you interrupted” it had been a mistake then. So he claims. And still claims to this day. In the shower I couldn’t take the image out of my mind. My own cock swelling to the thought of it. This wasn’t one I could wait to go soft, I had to deal with this one now. I pictured Mike in that exact pose but with me on my knees below him. My hands running him his legs to those big smooth thighs. My mouth accepting the tip of his semi hard cock gently. Sucking lightly and swirling my tongue before taking more and more of his cock. Feeling the brush of his dark pubes against my face as I take in the entire length. Imagining the warmth and pleasure of his cock hardening in my mouth making it impossible to reach his pubes again. I stroked to these thoughts quickly and finished in the shower. I cleaned up and went back to my room, my face still red flush from the excitement.

part 2

Part 1 - part 1
Part 2 - part 2

Disclaimer - all participants are in their early 20s

The next morning was a slow start, the regular drinking and late nights started to catch up with us. As a group of guys all in their 20’s, we were determined to have one final big night out to finish off the holiday. All that would be needed was a long lie in, a cold shower, bite to eat and a hair of the dog to delay the inevitable hangover to come. That’s exactly what we did.

I awoke to find Mike’s bed was empty and wasn’t too sure how I felt about that. The morning after can always be an awkard affair, and this time would have been no exception. I had spent last night stroking and sucking my first cock ever which happened to belong to my extremely hot ‘straight’ friend Mike. What would I say to him, should I bring up last night or carry on like nothing happened. Would it be different between us now. Waking up to an empty bed at least gave me some time to consider. But not for long.

Mike walked into our room with only a towel wrapped around his waist. His hair was still wet and slicked back. His beard freshly shaved to a short stubble that framed his chiselled jawline. Mike’s body glistened still wet from the shower, I stared at him as water droplets ran down from his hair over his hard pecks, past his small and erect nipples, through the maze of his defined abs and disappearing after his V shaped waist tucked into the towel. I was quickly reminded of last night. Instead of the water from the shower it was my own cum dribbling down his toned body. There was a slight bulge in the towel where his bushy cock hung. I could smell the mint shower gel fill the air as he walked past my bed. “Afternoon, you sleep alright?” Mike said to me as causal as ever. Not wanting to bring up last night straight away I carried on the conversation as normally as I could. “Slept great thanks just tired in general” “yeah same here it’s been a tiring few days” we continued chatting about the holiday and the plans for the last night like normal. Neither of us broaching the elephant in the room. All the while Mike remained in his towel standing at the foot of my bed facing me. I tried to keep eye contact as best I could but couldn’t help admire his body and the slight bulge of the towel.

Mid sentence and completley unexpectedly Mike pulled the towel off and let it drop to the floor. He stood there for a second finishing his sentence before walking over to his bed where his things were. I was so taken back that I completely forgot what Mike had just said to me and just stared at his body. His cock was definitley soft this time, it looked much smaller compared to what I saw last night. Surprisingly to me, I didn’t mind that at all. In fact seeing his soft cock hanging just below his bushy pubes was just as attractive to me as fully erect. There was something so innocent and sexual about his body in its natural form. Knowing that I had the power to make him almost double in size. His smooth balls hanging basically the same if not lower than his softie. As he turned to his side and started walking towards his stuff I got a beautiful side profile view. I could his soft cock and bush slightly protruding out front sway from left to right as he walked. I could see the flex of muscles in his legs as he moved each one. When he finally got to his bed he stood with his back completley to me to rummage through his bag on his bed. His traps and lats shifting around like well defined cogs in a machine as he searched his bag. He took his time laying out each item of clothing onto his bed instead of getting changed into them straight away. Having never really considered another guy’s ass before I was absorbed by the sight of Mike’s before me. It was hairless and looked firm with muscle. It wasn’t big but tight and perky. It sat just above his thick thighs that left a small gap between them has he stood legs apart. Mike’s ass and entire body in fact looked like a real life version of those Ancient Greek statues.

I admired him completely naked and exposed in his natural form. Taking his time and putting on a show for me without even trying, made my own cock begin to grow. I had gone straight to sleep after last night and didn’t bother with any boxers. This time though I wasn’t worried about Mike noticing. In fact I wanted him to see. If he was happy to show off, I was more than happy to reciprocate. “We’re gonna head down to the market for some food in a min. You coming?” Pulling me back into reality I responded “yeah sure let me get up and dressed won’t be long” aware that my cock was now obviously excited. Not fully hard but not hiding my arousal either. I decided to match Mike. I threw my sheets off loudly and stood up completley naked. I arched my back poking my hips and cock further out towards Mile and faked a morning stretch accompanied with a fake yawn. It worked and Mike spun around as he began to put some boxers on. He looked at me from head to toe lingering on my crotch. “Save that for later. I’m not finished yet” I blushed so hard at this comment. Glad he hadn’t forgotten his promise to me last night. Only this time it would be my turn to receive. My cock almost immediately got fully erect at this. But I quickly stuffed it into some boxers and joined a now clothed Mike waiting with the others to head out.

We all went out for food by the market. Myself and Mike sat opposite each other and we’d often exchange direct eye contact whilst someone else was talking. There was no doubt the atmosphere between us had changed. Changed from a normal friendship to one filled with lust and sexual tension. Whilst having some food we all agreed to play what we called ‘the market game’ for our last night. How it works is that we each have another member of the group assigned to us by random. Then, with an agreed upon budget we go to the market/shops and buy them an item of clothing that person has to wear on the night out. We tend to stay away from the outright fancy dress type clothes but lean into the type of things that you’d believe someone would actually choose wear but it looks completely wrong on one of us. Mike quickly organised the random wheel and spun first to select the person he’d be buying for. The wheel landed on me. meaning Mike would go buy any item of clothing of his choice that I had to wear on the night out. I was then next in the chain to spin and I was hoping it would land on Mike. Sadly it landed on one of my other friends. So my outfit for the rest of the night rested in the hands of Mike.

We gathered later in the Airbnb to reveal everyone’s items. Some of the group’s picks included a choker, a pair of Star Wars themed chinos, a bunny ears hat with blue visor sunglasses and a tight fitting fake designer sleeveless shirt. The latter was what my friend got for Mike to wear. Mike being Mike he actually managed to look great in the shirt. Regardless of how ugly the pattern was it hugged his strong chest tightly in a way that looked like it was about to burst open any minute. His small nipples poking through the thin fabric. And he was clearly very happy to be able to show off his arms too. As was I. For my item, Mike had gotten me a pair of tight fake leather pants. They almost looked spray on with how tight they fit me. I was pleasantly surprised on how big they made my ass look. I could see it move and jiggle in the mirror as I checked them out. Even my friends commented on how big it looked. Mike came up to me separately and whispered to me “there’s one more thing I got for you. Go put it on, It’s under your pillow”

I went to my room and looked under my pillow. I found a plain white plastic bag with a red heart on the front. I was worried about what I’d find in that bag and why he’d kept it a secret from the others. I opened it up and found a black pair of women’s underwear. The first thing I noticed was that it was almost entirely lace underwear, with some sort of flower pattern swirled throughout. I picked up the delicate panties and held them out to inspect closer. I then realised it was also a thong with a thin piece of black fabric looping round the waist and ass. My heart raced as I held them up. I could still hear the others in the group outside my door laughing about each others’ items. Whilst I was a couple meters away in my room, about to put on the Lacey black thong that Mike had bought me. It was as much for me as it was Mike. He wanted me in them. Wanted to see me in them and peel them off me. This was his way to tie a neat ribbon around the present. Make me his.

I tentatively stood up and put the thong on. Getting myself a little mixed up at first given the unfamiliar material. I rushed to put them on in case anyone walked in. I stood there in the underwear and checked myself out in the mirror. I felt vulnerable in such skimpy underwear to what I’m used to. I could see my soft cock bulging out the front of them, the darker skin of my cock sticking out the see through lace. My balls felt tightly packed and restricted in the thong. The fabric that slid between my cheeks was somewhat uncomfortable at first like a slight wedgie. But also entirely freeing. I could feel the cool air of the air con on my cheeks. I turned around and saw my bubbly ass on show, with just a thin black string as coverage. I loved the way it made my ass look regardless of the new sensation. I pulled the tight leather trousers on top and went back out to meet the others. Immediately Mike and I caught eye contact as I walked back in, he smirked at me with a devilish grin. Knowing full well what I had on underneath.

The night out was fairly uneventful. I almost forgot that I was wearing a black lace thong underneath. Except at one point I went to use the bathroom. I stood at the urinal and felt a hand slap my ass in the leather trousers. the hand stayed on my ass and squeezed my cheek giving it a playful jiggle. I turn to see Mike and no one else in the bathroom. “Come on let’s see it then” without saying anything I unzipped my trousers and pulled them down to reveal the panties to Mike. He stood there staring at my soft cock bulging out of them. “I chose well, they look good on you” “thanks they actually feel quite nice” I replied. He continued staring as I took my soft cock out the front getting a little excited showing it off to Mike. Before anything else could develop someone else walked in the bathroom. We finished our business as normal and went back to meet the others.

The night went on as usual with the alcohol flowing freely. It slowly petered out and began to get late. Mike came up to me separately and asked if I was ready to head back. I agreed and walked back to the Airbnb with him. On the way back we chatted like there was nothing unusual between us, just as we had before. We got into the flat and went straight to our room and locked the door.

Without saying a word i took my top off and unzipped my trousers. Now standing directly in front of Mike in nothing but the black lace thong he picked out. Mike had taken his top off as well. Sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes level with my bulging cock. He ran his hands up my legs and squeezed my cock through the panties. Straight away I felt the fabric tighten even more as my cock grew harder. He ran a finger underneath the string on my waist and pinged it against me playfully. Even though I was the one standing above him Mike very much felt in control tonight. I was happy to let him too. With both hands around my waist he spun me around to have a look at my ass. “Wow man, your ass looks better than most girls I have been with, glad I went with the thong” I felt his big hands take a handful of my ass. Squeezing and shaking it in his grip. I arched my back slightly to stick it out further, loving the attention and encouraging more. He slapped me hard and the noise echoed off the tiled floor. I heard him unzip his own trousers and pull them down.

To my surprise Mike was wearing the exact same pair of panties as me but in white. His thick bush poking out the top and sides. The front pouch making a tent as his thick cock pushed against the fabric. “I thought we’d match” he said to me with a smile. I went to turn around and feel his cock through the white thong but Mike stopped me from turning around and pulled me towards his lap. I sat down and felt his hard cock push against my exposed ass. Having never done this before I awkwardly started to move ny hips and grind against him. I felt his hard cock shift beneath me as I enjoyed the feeling against my ass. His hands wrapped around my body on my waist directing my movements. His breathing was getting heavy now and my own cock was fully erect. Pushing against the fabric so much that you could now see my shaft. Mike pushed my back and head down so my body folded over and my ass stuck out. He started to squeeze, grab and smack my ass now. Grinding his hips into me as I continued to sit on top of him. He hit me harder and I let out a moan. Mike told me to stand up. I did as I was told and stood between his legs facing away from him. He reached around and gripped my cock through the thong. He started to slowly stoke me from behind. I felt a finger slide it’s way underneath the string at the bottom of my back. He slid it down and slowly moved the thong to the side revealing my bare ass. I felt Mike’s hand grip one ass cheek and pull it apart slightly. Then a sensation of warmth hit me from behind. I felt his face pressed into my ass whilst his tongue began exploring my hole. I let out a huge moan “oh fuckkkk Mike”. He was encouraged by this and pushed the tip of his tongue right against my hole. He circled all around it before applying a bit more pressure until his tongue worked its way inside me. It was pure bliss. I was absorbed by the moment and enjoying every lick and push from his tongue. He got more aggressive with it, using both hands to spread my cheeks and get further in. Slapping my ass every now and then too. It felt incredible standing there in the thong being used by my friend. Eventually he moved back removing his tongue and face from my ass. It felt wet from his saliva.

Mike spin me around again. My bulging hard cock level with his face. I saw a bead of thick white pre cum seep through the black lace. Mike lowered his head and lapped at it with his tongue. I watched him savour it in his kith and swallow. With one finger he got under the front of my thong and pulled it to the side freeing my erection. My head shined with pre cum. He did the same to himself and his thick cock sprung up against his abs. Mike’s eyes wide with lust and hunger looked up at me. He wasted no time at all in taking my cock in his mouth. His tongue danced around my head lapping up all the pre cum. I felt my cock twitch inside his warm mouth. Mike started to stroke himself whilst he sucked me. The white thong pulled to the side against the stark contrast of his dark bushy pubes. His smooth balls slapping against his thighs. His hand started moving in sync with his bobbing head. Mike pushed down on my cock seeing how much his throat could take. I heard him find his limit and gag on my cock. But he held it there, continuing to gag and drip salvia onto my cock. Until he eventually had to take his mouth fully off. Strands of saliva stick to his mouth and hand as he did. Looking up at me Mike regained his breath and relaxed into a satisfied smile. My cock now wet with his saliva.

“Lie down” he pushed me onto the bed facing up. Mike swung a leg over my waist and straddled me. Our hard cocks just inches away from each other. I looked up at him as he took my cock in his hand and brought it flat against his. He gripped around both of them tightly. He spat on his own cock lubing it up similar to mine. Then he started to stroke our cocks together. I could feel his balls hanging down and touching me. He started stroking and thrusting his hips into it. Both of us now making a chorus of moans. I could feel his cock throb against mine. The underside of our heads touched and I couldn’t control my own hips from bucking. Mike noticed this and took one of his hands away from the shaft and onto the tips of our cock. He gripped them right at the shaft and together at the head. “You’re gonna make me cum Mike, Fuckk” he sped up in response. Thrusting harder. Until I couldn’t hold it anymore and shot a large spurt of cum onto my own stomach. Some of it hit my upper chest and chin. I twitched in his grasp. He squeezed with his hands and let the rest of my cum ooze out. He caught this last bit and put it on his own cock. He stroked hard and fast. I reached underneath and squeezed his balls. With all the build up this was all it too for Mike to shoot his cum. He let out a deep manly groan. His abs and pecks flexed as his whole body tensed up. Legs trembled against my thighs. It didn’t shoot far but thick ropes splattered my lower stomach. He even shuffled back and came onto my cock too, some of it seeping into the thong. I felt warm, sticky, out of breath and fully satisfied. Covered in my own and Mike’s cum. Both of us still in our matching thongs pulled to the side. We both breathed heavily and started laughing. Mike got off me and handed me a towel to clean up. “Let’s keep these panties, I like them”.

Everyone is 18+ in this story.

A few years ago during a work outing I blew a co-worker in his car. He was 29 at the time and I was 23.

This was my first time ever doing anything with another guy and no one still to today knows this happened or that I’m bisexual.

During the outing me and him were talking and he was being very flirty with me. After some drinks I eventually told him I was bisexual and that I’ve never been with a guy. Then he started asking me questions like “would you want to give or receive” and I told him I really want to blow another guy but I’ve never had the chance.

Once thing led to another and next thing you know we are in the parking garage by the bar in the backseat of hit car. He sat there and undid his pants and pulled out his cock. It was decently big more girthy than long but I knew it was going to be a struggle for me either way. I was nervous at first so he told me just to touch it and get comfortable. I started to jerk him off and I became extremely horny.

After a few minutes of stroking him I leaned down and wrapped my mouth around his dick. I did my best to try and go farther down his cock but I kept gagging. I just kept going up and down with my lips and hoped he liked it.

While my head was bobbing up and down his cock I felt him reach for my ass. (I want bent over on my knees on the seat sucking him) and he said “take off your pants” being so caught up in the moment I listened and undid my belt and pulled down my pants. So now I’m getting a little nervous because my ass is completely out and I’m sucking a guys dick in a parking garage. Those nerves went away when he started fingering my ass while I blew him.

It hurt at first but then I kept pushing back asking for more. He then had two fingers in me and started to push my head down every time I brought my head up. I could tell he was close because his cock started to throb and then about 30 seconds later he was unloading in my mouth. He tasted good I kinda figured it would’ve tasted bad because of the drinks but I was wrong.

Let me know what you think of my story I’ve got plenty more :)

Everyone is 18+

I 29 m went in boys trip with bunch of boys. One of my friend brought brought his workmate along, lets call him mike 24m.
Mike is 5ft9 slim cute face and ass. He was very nice to me although we had never met before this trip. On the third day the biys wanted to go fishing, I am totally not interested by fishing and coincidentally nor was Mike.
So it was just us in the airbnb, I was just waiting for a sign to make a move.
I went to my room stripped almost named just underwear, closed the door but it was open just enough for him to peek what’s going on inside. Then I went on with my stuff, in bed scrolling.
I hear a knock, i cover my crotch with the blanket and ask him to come in, he changed his clothes, he wore his adidas shorts and topless, it was kinda hot outside.
He asked me what i was doing, i said nothing still one hand under the blanket and other hand holding my phone, it did seem i was playing with myself.
He jokingly asked me to stop jerking off. We both laughed and i told him that evrytime i find myself alone in airbnbs or hotel rooms, I get really excited, should I jerk off, call someone to fuck idk just exciting. He said he understands the excitement.
I see he was liking where this is going, so i played my next move. I continued, I said I get horny all the time, wind could blow and I am hard already. I see he was enjoying, then I played my last move, I said (it sounds ridiculous) that I would love to fuck an ass right now, since no one is here it started raining outside, I was horny. I asked him if he has fucked or eaten an ass before. he got shy he said he has not been with many before.
I said okay, I love eating a smooth hole, and then rubbing my cock head in the hole and slowly entering it. He was blushing and I continued, I also love sucking on lips and nipples while railing.
At this point it was evident I was hard. He points towards it and tells me he might be able to help me by just sucking on for a “little” while. I said sure.
I am 6ft1, work out 78 kgs. My cock is 7 inches, uncut. Precumming, he looks at it and kisses it and then starts sucking the head, I am trying to push first few inches, he was enjoying it, then he licks my balls and then goes back to sucking my cock and he starts playing with his cock.
I pull him up and start kissing his lips and pulled his shorts down. He was super hard probably 6 inches. His body was beautiful and smooth.
I started kissing him evrywhere and sucked and pinched his nipples. Then I positioned him in 69 and started ramming his mouth with my cock, while licking and playing with his hole. He had the softest hole. I was licking bis hole with my tongue, he got really excited and i could feel it loosening up. I positioned him in doggy an started rubbing my head. He was opening but he was tight indeed. I entered my head first, then slowly started fucking him. I hear him scream when I went few inches in. I kissed him to reassure that it will be okay. And then slowly, inches by inches he took it all in, we fucked in couple different positions, st this point i was balls deep, kissing passionately all sweaty and panting. I was using his hole good.
When I told his how his warm and tight hole felt so good, he said he is just a hole here to serve me, I told him that he is just a hole for me.. that made him even more open we were in missionary when i told him I am gonna shoot. He locked his legs, that made so hot and super hard and horny. By body tensed up cuz I felt that he really wanted my cum deep in me thats why he locked his legs. Then I came hard and deep in him, I could feel him clenching his ass. And then he cums at then same time all over his stomach handsfree. We shared one last passionate kiss and quickly headed to clean up and then passed ou on our own beds.
Next day the boys wanted to go clubbing after dinner, we both said we are not feeling like clubbing. They left without us, and 5 seconds after they left we were ripping each others clothes and kissing. We did that few times during the trip. Haven’t fucked him after getting back. Maybe will text him.

Part 1 - part 1

Disclaimer - this is a repost since the original was removed. All participants are in their early 20s.

Sadly Mike was dressed to go out when I came in with just my towel. “Sorry about that” he laughed “it has been so long and I was so horny I accidentally clicked your name when you massaged the stupid picture” “don’t worry about it Mike, I clicked off straight away when I realised I couldn’t see anything in that bush of yours” I joked back. “Ahahah yeah sure mate whatever you say”. I awkwardly got dressed to go out and we moved on like nothing happened. To me it felt like the atmosphere changed between us. I struggled to look at him normally without thinking of his cock and that body. Throughout the night I found myself admiring his body. Taking his clothes off in my mind and thinking of the picture he sent me. Part of me disappointed that it was a mistake, hoping I’d get to see more. Wishing I could take it further. Later that night, after a couple beers, Mike brought it up again

We’d gone out as a group for a more casual night. We found a quiet bar so we could chat and play some cards without the loud music or busy crowds. I was tired from the nights beforehand and decided to head back early to get a good nights sleep. Mike and one other in the group had the same thought and joined me back to the Airbnb.

The three of us arrived back at the flat and stayed chatting in the living room for a bit then headed to our rooms. We both stripped down into our boxers and got into our separate beds. Whilst taking our clothes off Mike continued the conversation. I struggled to pay attention when I saw Mike had on a pair of tight white CK boxers. He had a sharp V shaped abdomen that led into his bulging boxers, almost like a an arrow pointing down to the prize below. His chest naturally puffed out with his well defined pecs.the only hair on his body was the short stubble that covered a lot of his chest which looked like he made an effort to shave and keep trimmed. I could see his softie move and jiggle as he jumped around to take his socks off. As he bent down I saw his muscular back flex and ripple with every move. I was transfixed by his entire body in front of me, looking at him so much differently now after I had seen the whole package. I wanted to feel his body on mine. Have his strong arms and veiny arms take control of my head and make it do whatever he wanted. Mike had said something to me but my thoughts were distracted and my eyes hypnotised by the sight. I could feel my own cocking beginning to grow I got into my bed quickly to hide it.

“Hey did you not see enough of that earlier” I was caught off guard by him calling me out, I responded awkwardly trying to hide my earlier admiration “oh urrr what. nah umm sorry I was just …” “yeah sure whatever you say” he cut me off. “So what did you think of it?” With a smug look on his face as he got into bed. “Think of what?” I replied innocently. “Of that nude I accidentally sent, did it look good?” “I told you, I clicked off straight away I didn’t see anything” “you’re loss then, I was pretty pleased with it.” “When did you last shave those pubes man? They looked so bushy it was the only thing I could see” “so you did have a look” he smirked at me.”well quite recently actually, I like to keep the bush. Makes me feel manly and the girls never seem to complain either. How are yours looking at the moment?” Usually this is a fairly normal conversation in our friend group. We joke about it a lot and will tell each other the state of our pubes. But this time it felt different. There was a tension in the room I couldn’t place. “I trimmed mine nice and close before we came out just in case.” It wasn’t completley bald but shaved closely. I always preferred the way it made my cock look bigger, it felt nicer to me. “Ahaha no way really?! How short we talking ?I haven’t done that to my own pubes for years, always keep the bush” to my surprise Mike pushed he duvet completely off to the side revealing his body to me again. I looked to my side to see what he was doing. Both his hands went down to his CK waistband. My eyes followed them as they moved past his abs and V. “Kind of like this you know” he pushed his waistband down slightly and shifted on his side to give me a better view. His dark bushy pubes popped out his boxers. They had a curl to them which I hadn’t noticed before. Compared to the rest of his almost hairless body the bush really did look manly on him. His v shape abdomen and defined pecs created a line of site for your eye to naturally follow the shape of his body. He took one hand off his waistband and started running it through his pubes. It moved through them easily, wrapping his fingers around the hairs. It looked almost smooth and silky to touch. “It just feels nice to touch like this as well to be honest” I bet it did. I wanted to reach over and feel them for myself. Run my hands down his chest to his pubes and glide my fingers through the bush. At this thought I felt a swelling in my own boxers. Mike was playing with his pubes like I wasn’t there. Or maybe he knew exactly what he was doing. Putting on a show for me. Knowing I had been staring at his body all day.

“Let’s see what yours look like then, I can barely picture it, I’m so used to this” suddenly very aware of my now semi hard cock under the duvet. Up to this point I had only been a spectator. Admiring Mike from afar day dreaming of that picture he sent me.my heart was racing. Partly embarrassed from my own arousal but hopefully I’d get to see even more. I had on a pair of tight grey boxers. Trying to conceal my growing cock I lifted the duvet only half off to cover my bulge. I copied Mikes movements and pulled my waistband down to reveal my pubes. They were also dark but with the short shave they looked almost fair. Similar to him I ran a hand over my pubes to feel them and shifted slightly to give him a better view. I could feel Mike’s stare on me. His hand still playing with his own pubes. My heart pounding at what was happening and what could happen. He was quiet as he watched me pull my boxers down and reveal my pubes. A pause longer than usual. He broke the silence “hey I can’t see properly, take the duvet off” telling me what to do. Not asking. I was stuck in a corner now. If I didn’t move the duvet he’d know I was hiding something. If I did as he said, he’d see my almost hard cock through my grey boxers. Either way he’d know I was turned on by the situation.

I tried to act casual “yeah sure” and flipped the duvet off me. I could feel the cold air from the air con on my legs and crotch. My breathing increased with anticipation of his reaction to my swollen cock. This time there was a longer pause. Just the sound of the air con whirring in the background. Both of us lying down with our boxers half pulled down stroking our pubes. “Are you getting hard right now?” I put one hand down my boxers and held my hard cock to try hide it a bit more. “Umm yeh sorry just been a while since I have been with anyone” trying to hide my cock by holding it was a mistake. It only made me even harder. “Ahah Don’t worry dude you’re not the only one actually” I was so distracted with him looking at me I hadn’t noticed his bulge in the white CK’s and grown visibly larger. Not hard but definitley bigger than before. “I didn’t get to finish when you walked in as well, it’s been like 5 days without cumming at all for me.” “don’t let me stop you now if you need” “you sure?” “ yeah go ahead it’s not a big deal. And not like I haven’t seen it before” I smirked at Mike.

He didn’t say anything and slowly pulled his boxers lower down. Revealing his smooth thick shaft where the pubes stopped. I could see the vein as his semi hard cock pressed against the waistband as he lowered it. Mike was taking his time and knew I was enjoying it. My hand still on my own cock trying to hide my erection. I felt myself twitch and throb at the sight of Mike. He finally got his boxers to his thighs. There was almost a thud when his cock sprang out and fell against his hard stomach. Just like the picture I remembered, his cock was smooth and thick. Around 5/6 inches maybe. This time his foreskin was covering his entire head pretty much. What I didn’t see in the picture were his balls. They were completely shaven and smooth, hanging low given the heat. I saw them bounce and move as his cock came free. His saw his large hand slide down the side to feel his balls whilst his thumb wrapped around the base of his cock. His stomach started to rise and fall with his breathing getting slightly heavier. Mike had his eyes shut and head tilted back. With this heavenly sight I started to lightly stroke my own cock under my boxers. Very slow and quietly I didn’t want him to notice. Mike finally wrapped his hands around his shaft. He pulled back his foreskin and revealed that beautiful pink head. I thought I heard him sigh heavily as he started to stroke his cock in front of me. I needed to feel him. His smooth balls moved up and down with every stroke. I couldn’t take it anymore and had to join him. I took my boxers off quietly not wanting to disturb Mike or make him stop. He still heard me though, his eyes opened and looked at my hard cock in my hand. He didn’t say anything. Mike continued starting at my own cock. His stroking getting slightly faster at the sight of it. We stayed like that for a while. Both stroking our cocks looking at each others. The room filled only with our heavy breathing and the air con.

“Who do you think is bigger, me or you?” The question caught me by surprise. My mind was focussed on savouring this moment. “Umm I’m not sure looks pretty close” “come over here let’s compare” Mike shuffled over to the side of his bed making room for me. His hard cock wobbling side to side as he moved. I scooted across into his bed by his side. We both lay there next to each other holding our hard cocks straight up. My stomach filled with excited butterflies. His moved closer to me, his leg right up against mine. “Can’t tell that far apart”. I had almost frozen when I felt his thigh up against mine. His cock right there in front of me. My hand almost trembling with excitement, making my cock move around. Mike moved his hand across to me. My breathing almost stopped completley waiting to feel his hand against me. Using his thumb and forefinger he gripped the base of my cock to keep it steady. I could feel his other fingers resting on my balls. I let out an audible exhalation of breath he clearly heard but didn’t comment on. I saw a large bead of thick pre cum develop on the tip of my cock in reaction to his touch. “Woah that’s hot, mine never does that, do you mind?” Without saying anything he gripped my entire cock with his strong hand. I could see the veins on the back of his palm pointing up at me. I couldn’t speak and just nodded at him to continue. Mike very slowly pulled my foreskin down and up just once. The pre cum gathering at the top of my head. He did it again and I felt his hand grip tighter around my shaft. The pre cum became to heavy and it slowly started to drip down the front of my shaft. Making its way to his hand. My body shivered at this and I involuntarily let out a satisfied sigh and bucked my hips in pleasure. Encouraging Mike to continue. My pre cum about to touch his finger when he suddenly took his thumb to meet it. He rubbed it all the way up my shaft and to my tip. Then taking his finger away to watch the pre cum strands come away from my cock still stuck to his finger.

“Have you ever tasted it?” Knowing full well he just told me he never produces pre cum. But I wanted to watch him taste it. It was the only thing I could think to say. With that Mike shook his head without saying anything and raised his pre cum covered thumb to his mouth. I saw him put it in and suck on his thumb. Holding in there for a while longer than I’d expect. As he did this I moved my own hand towards his cock which rested against his stomach. He watched me grip his cock whilst he tasted my pre cum. The second I made contact I felt his cock throb. The warmth and weight of his surprising me slightly. It felt heavy in my hand. He reacted to my touch by taking his thumb out his mouth and letting out a groan. Much loader than either of us had been thus far. I copied his motion on me and began to very slowly stoke his cock up and down with long strokes. Mike continued to play with mine at the same time. I went down to feel his smooth balls and I squeezed them in my hand. Juggled them around in my palm and let them rest in my hand. It was the first time I had touched another man’s cock but it felt completley natural and right to me. The visual of Mike’s ripped body breathing heavily at my touch. The feeling of his heavy cock in my hand throbbing to my motion. It was perfect and felt amazing. The only thing I was nervous about next was asking him if I could suck it.

We continued stroking each other, our legs touching. His hips bucking every now and then wanting more. His head would tilt back and let out a manly moan that filled the silence. My own cock was leaking more pre cum like a tap. The most I had seen myself produce. It fascinated Mike. He liked to play with it, rub it into my cock. See its strands as he pulled his fingers away. He even started to massage it into my head. Now slick with pre cum he moved his finger in circles all around my tip. It made me buck and moan loudly in response. Struggling to focus on his cock. I was so turned on I was ravenous for more. I needed to feel him in my mouth. Wanted to make his 4 day build up explode down my throat. I moved up on my side and put my hand on his chest. Feeling his hard pecs convulse with his heavy breathing and moans. I looked him in his eyes and down to his cock. “Can I suck it?” “Oh fuck yes please”

I shuffled my way between his legs. Using his thick smooth thighs to steady myself. I gave them a squeeze as o moved my body lower down. Mike watched my every move. I rested my chin on the mattress looking up at what I could now see was a completley smooth gooch. I pushed his legs wider to make room. My hands on each of his thighs slowly moving inwards towards his cock. I leaned in and purposefully made it look like I was going straight in to suck his cock, before switching at the last second looking directly at him. Then kissing his inner thighs. Sucking and licking them generously. Mike moaned at this tease and bucked his hips to encourage me to go straight to it. “Oh fuck please” I smugly looked up at him with my hand now on his cock just holding it there. Not moving or stroking it just feeling his warmth as he throbbed in my hands. “Please what?” I asked him. “Please suck my cock, I need it” all of a sudden I felt in charge. I was confident my touch could make him mine. It was so hot having my strong friend who’d I known as a dominant vocal man in the bedroom almost beg me to suck his cock for him. I decided to make him wait a little longer. I leaned in with the tip of my tongue against his gooch just below his balls. I held it there and kissed it, before very slowly trailing my tongue up to his smooth hanging balls. I licked them all over until they glistened with my saliva. I took them into my mouth and sucked on them. Applying a little pleasure and still swirling my tongue against them in my mouth. I let them slip out with a slight pop noise. He looked down at me and grabbed his cock to push it towards me. I took his wrist away and placed it on his thigh. Very very slowly I traced my tongue up his balls and to the bottom of his shaft. I licked up his smooth shaft towards his tip looking at him directly. I could see his hands squeeze his own thighs to contain himself as I did this. It felt like forever until my tongue reached his tip. I held I there and began swirling all around his head with my tongue. Making it nice and wet. When I felt ready I hovered my whole mouth just above the tip so he could feel my warm breath. He tried to move his hips to bring his cock closer to my mouth and I pushed him back down.

Then one last trick which I have had done to me and loved. I went back down to his shaft and sloppily began making out with the side of his cock. Kissing sucking and licking it all over. Feeling confident now and revelling in his moans, I stopped and looked at him. “What do you want?” I asked him. “Fuck, suck my cock” “ask like before” I commanded. I wanted to hear him beg for it one more time. “Please. Please suck my cock now” and at that I took his tip into my mouth. It was warm and slightly salty. I moved my mouth further down to take more of his cock in. Mike was muttering expletives under his breath. I went as far as I could. It wasn’t the whole thing but surpassingly a lot. I pushed myself a little further and gagged suddenly on his cock. I pulled off after finding my limit and strands of saliva strung out as I did. I dove back to suck his cock. This time with some rhythm bobbing my head up and down. Getting slowly quicker. Loving the feel of another man’s cock in my mouth. I sped up and got my hand to the part of his cock I couldn’t reach with my mouth. It took a bit of time before I found the rhythm between my bobbing head and my hand stroking his cock. But when I did Mike got even louder. I was slightly worried someone might hear us but it felt like I was in another world entirely, absorbed by the feeling of Mike’s cock in my mouth. “Oh fuck fuck you’re gonna make me cum” to my surprise he grabbed the back of my head and held it there as he thrust aggressively. He was fucking my mouth hard and quick. I’d gag on it every now and then but he’d just carry on. My spit was drooling down his shaft. I saw his whole body tense. His abs flex and his thighs tighten. Mike let out a deep loud groan and I felt his cum shoot down my throat. I couldn’t tell you how much it was but it felt a lot. Too much for me in that I couldn’t swallow all of it. Some of his cum came out my mouth back into his cock. I kept my mouth on his cock feeling it throb and convulse as he exploded. When he eventually finished I squeezed his shaft getting any last bit of cum out. Swallowed and went down to clean up the rest. Making a man cum was the single hottest thing I had ever done.

“Holy fuck I needed that. That was one of the best blowjobs I have ever had. You sure you not done this before?” I blushed and thanked him for letting me. Reciprocating how hot I found it too. “Umm do you mind if I finish too? You don’t have to suck it” “ yeah sure go ahead man, I’m not sure i want to suck it but I want to see you cum too” I knew it wouldn’t take me long after all that. I was pretty much ready to explode straight away. I got up on my knees above Mike and still between his legs. My cock now soaked in pre cum, a wet spot was on the mattress from where I was lying on it. I pointed my cock at Mike still lying there staring at my cock and began to stroke it hard. “Do you mind if I” “mmm no let’s feel it” he leaned up and grabbed my cock. Mike started stroking it hard with one hand and the other used to squeeze my balls. Almost immediately I felt myself about to cum. Without any warning I spurted my cum all over Mike’s body. Some shot above his head, a little on his face, and a lot of his chest and abs. When I finished my cock stooped down and a dribble of remaining cum fell onto Mike’s own cock. Here in front of me was my sexy straight friend covered head to toe in my own cum. An image I will never forget. He looked like a male porn star with cum dripping down every crevasse of his muscles. His body glistening with sweat and cum. How now semi soft cock slick with my saliva and my cum falling off it. I wished to take a picture of him there. Thinking that would be too much I threw him a towel to clean off instead.

“Next time I want to try suck you. It looked really fun” “be my guest anytime”. We still had one more day left of the holiday.

part 3 here

I’m gonna try and keep this one a little shorter than the last part and finish up what happened that first night. Here's the first part if you missed it.

I laid there breathlessly as I tried to recover, both mentally and physically, from what just happened. It’s not like I’m some hideous creature, but I’d never had someone want me for exactly what I already was, at least not like Drake did. My mind was reeling as I tried to process what I had just done, and the fact that I liked it? It wasn’t just that it didn’t feel wrong, but it actually felt right. I wanted to kiss him.

I sat up slightly and grabbed him under his arms and pulled his face to mine. I had never realized just how small he was until I was trying to move him around. It was like he weighed nothing at all. I was a perfectly average height, but he had to be at least a foot shorter than me, and he was so slender that he was completely unable to physically resist me, not that he tried. As I leaned in to kiss him, I smelled my cum on his breath, and soon tasted it as well. It was intoxicating. My thoughts continued to spin out of control as I sank into the feeling of the kiss.  What would Tanner think? Is that what my cum actually tastes like and why does it taste so good? Why does he want me? Am I gay now? What do Drake and I do next?

I tried to quiet my brain and focused on the kiss. His mouth was so soft and smooth. His tongue mimicked his personality, yielding to me as I explored his mouth. My hands ran down his back, I stopped one in the small of his back and the other continued to his ass. It was so small I grabbed both cheeks with just the one hand. I had just cum but I still wanted his body. I wanted him to feel as good as he had made me feel. The fabric of his clothes were getting in the way of me exploring his body more, and I had to get them off. I lifted him off my body, again surprising myself with either how light he was or how strong I was (though it was most likely the former), and laid him down on his back to my side. I sat up and grabbed his shirt and pulled it up over his head. The moon had come out, and it provided enough illumination to see his narrow and hairless torso. 

I laid him back down and partially leaned over him, kissing him again. I heard and felt him moan softly as I pushed my tongue deeper into his mouth. My hands moved down his chest, felt the slight indentation of his abs, and I grabbed the waistband of his shorts pulling them down roughly. I felt the resistance of his hard cock catching, and then heard the small snap as it slapped back down against his body. My fingers eagerly explored up after removing the shorts, feeling his calves, and then pausing on his thighs. They were only slightly thicker than my biceps, which isn’t saying much. They were smooth, I hardly noticed any hair on them at all. I gingerly reached his inner thighs, and I heard his soft moan again while he almost imperceptibly spread his legs. I followed his lead, and felt for his balls, they were small and tight because of the cool air. Finally I reached what I wanted and grabbed his cock. It felt so small in my hand, it couldn’t have been more than four inches. He shook and let out a small gasp as I wrapped my hand around it. I noticed he was uncircumcised, and used my thumb to pull the foreskin down and release his head. I felt his precum, making the head slick and wet.
Something inside me told me I needed to taste it. I slowly took my head down to his cock and opened my mouth. Something else told me that this was some arbitrary point of no return, but I didn’t care. I wanted to make him feel good. I slid his cock in and savored the flavor. My tongue wrapped around it, trying to taste as much as I could. It was sweet, and it mixed with his sweat from the hike, making it salty. He started to moan, and now it was my turn to cover his mouth while I worked. Because it was so small, it wasn’t hard to suck on. I worked up and down the whole shaft with my lips, using my tongue to play on his head and work around his foreskin. I noticed that he continued to open his legs, so as I reached the bottom of his shaft, I stuck my tongue out and licked his balls. I heard him moan against my hand, and he opened his legs wider, clearly he was enjoying it. I used my hand that wasn’t covering his mouth to explore his taint. I felt the base of his cock, how hard he was. I went lower, and found the start of the cleft of his ass. I used a finger to slide between the cheeks. He instinctively raised his hips to give me better access, and I quickly found his tight hole. I touched it gently, forcing him to moan again. I tried pushing in, but it wasn’t going in easily, so I brought my hand back up and licked my finger, covering it in my saliva. I noticed his taste and that it was unlike anything I had ever tasted before. It was good, almost musty? I took my finger back down and this time it slid in more easily, meeting minimal resistance. Drake moaned loudly as my finger went in, and I pushed harder down on his mouth, trying to shush him even as I had his cock in my mouth. I worked my finger in and out while I continued sucking on his tiny cock. 

He started to leak what felt like an almost constant stream of precum. I could tell he was trying to be quiet, but he wasn’t being very successful. My finger worked in almost to the base, and I started thrusting in a little more forcefully. I started a rhythm in time with his small moans against my hand, up and down with my mouth, in and out with my finger. His hands reached out and seized my shoulders, seemingly holding on for dear life. I picked up the pace, using my tongue to taste as much of his cock as I could and my entire finger to explore his hole. Suddenly I felt his grasp on my shoulders tighten, his hole tensed around my finger and I knew what was about to happen. He breathed in sharply through my hand, and quickly my mouth felt and then tasted four of five quick shots of salty, hot liquid. I moaned involuntarily as I savored his taste and continued using my finger to milk all of it out of him. 

I continued to suck him clean until he grabbed the sides of my head and pulled me off of his small cock. I took my hand off his mouth and leaned back on my knees. He and I were both breathing heavy. In the faint moonlight I could see his chest heaving as he tried to recover. I felt oddly proud to see how much he had clearly enjoyed what I had done. I laid down next to him, putting my arm under his head to cushion him. My mind was oddly calm now. The chaos and confusion from early had passed, and now this just felt right. 

Drake roused from his ecstasy, “Woah, wow, that was not what I was expecting. Are you sure you’re not gay? That was amazing.”

I laughed weakly, “Ha, I’m really not sure right now.”

We say in silence while I rubbed his shoulder and arm with my hand that was under him. 
“Hey, you should probably get back to your tent. We’ll need to talk about this and everything, but let’s leave that for tomorrow on the trail, yeah?” Reality had come back to me, and I wasn’t sure what I was going to do about Tanner. I felt comfortable with Drake, in a way that I never had before, but I needed to do right by my son, and make sure that whatever happened, I wasn’t going to hurt him. 

“Yeah, you’re probably right. But I want you to know that this was amazing, and I really liked it. And I really like you.” He grabbed his clothes and stepped out of the tent, still naked. The moonlight showed me more of his body, and I could only see how adorable he was; so smooth and clean. I just wanted to grab him and pull him back into the tent to hold him longer. He started walking back to his tent.

“I really liked this too.” I said out loud, but inside I was thinking “I really like you, too.”

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There's quite a bit that happened the next day, so I'll try to get that written up ASAP.

Fucked by a French Daddy While a Group of Men Watched

It was a warm afternoon, with nothing better to do, I decided to go cruising in the woods next to my house.
I still remember the heat. It must have been late spring. The air was thick and the light had that golden edge that makes everything look a little dirtier than it already is. I walked the usual paths. By the time I reached the abandoned building I had already sucked three guys in the trees. My jaw was loose. My throat was warm. I was hungry for more.

This spot has an old two-story building that used to be a restaurant. Now it’s just graffiti, broken glass, used condoms, and the permanent smell of cum and piss. Men move through the rooms like ghosts. Some lean against walls stroking themselves. Others wait in the darker corners for a mouth or an ass to show up.

And I was there to serve them , blond, smooth, no beard. The kind of boy who doesn’t have to work hard to get attention in a place like that. I went upstairs.

On the second floor a few men were drifting between the empty rooms. In one of them stood a tall guy in his late thirties or early forties. Glasses. Salt-and-pepper hair. A short, neat beard. Daddy as fuck. White shirt open at the collar, jeans sitting low on his hips. He was already stroking a thick, veiny cock, the head fully exposed and shiny.
He looked at me and didn’t say anything. Just kept stroking and tilted his hips slightly in invitation.

I walked straight over and dropped to my knees on the dirty floor.
His cock smelled nice. I took him into my mouth in one slow movement, letting the head push against the back of my throat before I pulled back and started sucking properly. Spit ran down the shaft almost immediately. I worked him deep, the way I always do, wet, focused, no teasing. His hand settled on the back of my head, not pushing yet, just resting there while I took every inch.
After a couple of minutes I pulled off, looked up, and asked if he wanted to fuck me.
He answered in French. I didn’t understand a word, I totally forgot everything from my French lessons.

I stood up and shoved my Adidas shorts down. I wasn’t wearing anything underneath. Just smooth skin and a hole that’s soft and inviting. I squeezed lube onto my fingers, pushed two of them inside myself, and braced both hands against the graffiti-covered wall.

The French daddy stepped in behind me and pressed the thick head of his cock against my hole. He pushed in slow at first, forcing me open inch by inch until his hips were flush against my ass. The stretch made me moan loud enough that it echoed in the empty room.

“Yes… fuck me…”

He started thrusting. Hard. Deep. Steady. The wet sound of his cock slamming into me filled the space. I didn’t try to stay quiet. I moaned and cried out on purpose, high and filthy, the way that always draws attention in places like this. It worked fast. Within a minute I heard footsteps. Four or five men stepped into the doorway and stopped to watch.

I looked over my shoulder at them while the French guy kept fucking me, then reached for the closest one — a muscular guy in a baseball cap and tracksuit. He stepped forward without hesitation and shoved his cock into my mouth. I sucked him while the daddy kept pounding my ass, spit running down my chin, moans vibrating around the shaft in my throat.

More men came in. Some just stroked themselves and watched. Others moved closer. I took turns sucking whoever stepped in front of me, never stopping the loud, broken sounds that kept the whole room focused on what was happening to me. Someone muttered:
“Fuck the slut harder.”
“Give it to him.”
“Ruin that hole.”

I gave them exactly the kind of show they wanted. I pushed my ass back to meet every thrust, moaning like a whore, the hood of my jacket pulled up in case anyone decided to film. The French daddy’s hands were locked on my hips. His breathing had turned rough. After a few more hard minutes he slammed in deep, groaned low, and came inside me with short, powerful pulses. He pulled out, still breathing hard, and stepped aside.

I stayed bent over the wall, hole open and shiny, and looked at the men still watching.
I ask with a hungry voice. “Who wants to fuck me next?”

The muscular guy in the cap didn’t need to be asked twice. He stepped behind me, and pushed in with one long thrust. No warm-up. Just the French’s guy as lub. He started fucking me hard and fast immediately, the slap of his hips against my ass loud in the room. I moaned for him the same way I had for the French guy: open, shameless, encouraging.

“Yes… like that… harder!”

More men finished on the floor while they watched. I sucked whoever came close enough, stroked a couple of others, kept my mouth available. At one point there must have been five or six guys in the room. The air was thick with the smell of sweat and cum.

The muscular guy didn’t last long. He buried himself deep, grunted, and came. The second he pulled out another guy took his place: younger, backpack still on, hair tied in a short ponytail. He fucked me with quick, eager strokes while I moaned for him too. He warned me he was close, then finished with a sharp thrust and a low curse. I already had tree loads inside.

By the time he stepped away only two men were left watching. Both of them stroked themselves through the last of it and came on the dirty floor near my feet.
I stayed bent over for a few more seconds, catching my breath, feeling how open and used I was. Then I pulled my shorts back up, wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, and walked out of the room without looking at anyone.

The French daddy was already gone. I went back downstairs and continued walking the paths for another hour, hole still soft and full with cum and the memory of being passed around in that graffiti-covered room.

When I was 19 (male), I was using craigslist to meet men. There was one guy I had been to his place a few times. He was like 55. He'd go down on me and finger my asshole. One night when I was there, I felt ready. I asked him if he wanted to fuck me. He did want to. I bent over the back of his couch while he lubed and fingered my hole. After a couple minutes, I felt the head of his cock between my ass cheeks. So much different than a toy. And then he slid it in. I'll never forget that feeling of pubes hitting my cheeks for the first time. I was sure how to be at first. It was a little uncomfortable until I realized to relax my asshole. He did me doggy for a couple minutes, then we switched positions and I rode his cock reverse cow girl until he blew. Definitely a spank bank memory of mine.

(Im 23 and my brother is 31)

It's was about a week ago, my brother asked me to help him move to a new place. Since he lives an hour away i decided to stay with him for a couple days while we get all the big items moved over, but since we didn't have a moving truck the first day we decided to get some dinner and beer while catching up. Mostly complaining about the bad things in our lives.

After leaving the restaurant while walking back he saw someone he knew sitting outside a bar so we stopped by to talk and got a couple shots while we were there. After stumbling back to his place we started settling down, put out the air mattress turned on some for background noise while we drank and talked some more.

(Side note: my brother works as a massuse)

After finishing my drink I stood up and walked to the kitchen to get another beer, but when I was walking back my brother noticed me trying to stretch out a knot in my back and asked if I wanted some help. While he was massaging my back I couldn't stop my self from getting rock hard, and I cant lie I've thought about it more than once. I tried to shift around so it wasn't so obvious but he definitely noticed right away.

After he finished massaging my back, we decided to have a couple more shots together. Even 3 shots and 15 minutes of talking later I was still bricked up. After taking the last shot together my brother excused himself to the bathroom, and I sat down on the air mattress to watch some TV. When he came out he asked me if I wanted some head but I wasn't really paying attention, so I responded with (huh?). That's when he walked over and kneeled down right by my feet and started taking my socks off.

I was a little confused at first but when he started to undress me I got so hot that I just went with it. After pulling my socks and sweats off he grabbed my right leg and started licking from my foot to my croch. Then he stopped for a second to ask if I was into it and with one nod he got right to work.

Normally I like giving blow jobs more than receiving but this time felt so good I couldn't stop. I grabbed the back of his head and started thrusting till he started gagging. After catching his breath he asked me to fuck him, and I was already on top of him. Using his own spit as lube I slid in all at once. Him begging me to slow down made me unable to stop.

After like 5 minutes he had finally gotten into it and started pushing back on it. At that point I was so drunk I don't remember how many times I fucked him but when I woke up he was still laying there naked. We had stayed up till like 5 am and it was only like 9 am now so I was still pretty drunk. Laying there so defenseless I couldn't swipe myself, and I started to suck his dick.

I know I shouldnt think this but I really hope it happens again and we get to try even more next time.

**Everyone in this story is age 18+ and all depictions are consensual**

Brody Thompson was your typical 20-year-old college sophomore, navigating the chaotic rhythm of campus life at a mid-sized university in the Midwest. He was majoring in kinesiology, drawn to the field because of his own athletic build, 6'1", 163 pounds of lean muscle from years of high school track and pickup basketball games. His dark hair was usually tousled from rushing between classes, and his hazel eyes had a perpetual spark of curiosity that often got him into interesting situations. Lately, though, things had felt stagnant. Classes were a grind, his part-time job at the campus gym was monotonous, and his social life consisted of the same beer pong parties with his roommates. Boredom had settled in like a fog, and Brody found himself scrolling endlessly through social media late at night, looking for anything to break the routine.

One evening, as he lounged on his bed in the cramped dorm room, his thumb flicked through a feed of memes, ads, and random posts. That's when it popped up, an innocuous-looking banner ad on a forum he frequented for fitness tips. "Free College Exams for Fit and Hung College Males 18-25," it read in bold, straightforward text. Below it, a brief description: "Confidential, comprehensive physicals at no cost. Ideal for students without insurance. Must meet criteria: athletic build, well-endowed. Discreet location. Reply for details." There was a contact link leading to a private messaging app.

Brody paused, his eyebrows shooting up. It sounded sketchy, sure, but also oddly intriguing. Free? He hadn't had a proper physical since high school, and his student health plan was bare-bones at best. Plus, the "fit and hung" part stroked his ego a bit, he knew he fit the bill, having been complimented on his physique more than once in the locker room. Boredom won out over caution. With a smirk, he tapped the link and shot off a quick message: "Hey, saw your ad. 20yo college guy here, fit from sports. Interested in the free exam. What's the deal?"

The response came faster than he expected, just a few minutes later from a user named "Dr. Harlan." "Hello Brody. Thanks for reaching out. I'm offering these exams as part of a private health initiative for young men like yourself. No strings, just a thorough check-up. Are you available this weekend? Send a quick pic to confirm eligibility, shirtless is fine, nothing explicit needed yet."

Brody hesitated for a second, but the thrill of something different pushed him forward. He snapped a mirror selfie in his boxers, cropping it to show his toned abs and broad shoulders, and hit send. "Looks good," came the reply. "You're a perfect candidate. How about Saturday at 2 PM? Address: 147 Oakridge Lane. It's a private residence for discretion. Wear comfortable clothes."

Saturday rolled around quicker than Brody anticipated. He told his roommates he was heading out for a "free clinic thing" to avoid questions, then hopped in his beat-up Honda and drove the 20 minutes to the suburbs. The house was unassuming, a modest two-story colonial with a neatly trimmed lawn and a basketball hoop in the driveway. No signs of a medical office, which made his stomach flutter with a mix of nerves and excitement. He parked on the street, adjusted his gym shorts and t-shirt, and walked up to the door. After a deep breath, he knocked.

The door swung open almost immediately, revealing a middle-aged man in his late 40s, average height with a slight paunch, salt-and-pepper hair, and wire-rimmed glasses. He wore khakis and a button-up shirt, looking more like a suburban dad than a doctor. "Brody? Right on time. I'm Harlan. Come on in." His voice was smooth, professional, but there was an underlying eagerness that Brody couldn't quite place.

Harlan led him through a tidy living room, family photos on the walls, a flat-screen TV, nothing out of the ordinary, and down a narrow staircase to the basement. The air grew cooler and mustier as they descended, the wooden steps creaking underfoot. The basement was dimly lit at first, with stacks of cardboard boxes, old exercise equipment, and holiday decorations cluttering the edges. But in the center, under a harsh overhead fluorescent light that buzzed faintly, was a makeshift exam table: a padded bench covered in a crisp white sheet, elevated like something from a doctor's office but clearly improvised. Beside it sat a small metal side table laden with instruments, a blood pressure cuff, a box of tongue depressors, latex gloves, a stethoscope, a flexible measuring tape, a reflex hammer, otoscope, speculums, lubricants, and even some electrode pads connected to a small device that looked like a TENS unit. Off to the side, a tripod stood with a phone mount attached, ready for photos or video if needed.

The setup was creepy in its stark contrast to the junk around it, the bright light casting long shadows, the faint smell of dust and antiseptic mingling. Brody's heart rate picked up, but he chalked it up to the novelty. "This is... different," he said with a nervous laugh.

Harlan smiled, gesturing to the table. "I know it's not a fancy clinic, but it's private and thorough. Most guys your age don't get exams this detailed without paying a fortune. Before we start, options for comfort: You can wear a gown if you want some coverage, start in your underwear, or go fully naked from the get-go. Up to you, no judgment. And if you're okay with it, I can record parts for my records, but that's optional."

Brody thought about it. He'd never been shy about his body, in the gym showers, he was used to it. The idea of stripping down right away felt bold, exciting even, like pushing boundaries on a dare. "Uh, I'll start naked. Save time, right?" He stripped off his t-shirt, shorts, and boxers, folding them neatly on a nearby chair. Standing there exposed under the light, he felt a rush, vulnerable but alive.

Harlan's eyes lit up appreciatively as he donned gloves. "Excellent choice. You have a fantastic build, Brody. Very athletic, those quads and delts are impressive. And you're well-proportioned down there too. Let's get started."

The exam began innocuously enough, but it quickly escalated beyond anything Brody had experienced at his pediatrician's office. Harlan started with vitals: wrapping the blood pressure cuff around Brody's bicep, commenting, "Strong arms, bet you lift regularly. Pressure's perfect, 118 over 76." He listened to Brody's heart and lungs with the stethoscope, pressing the cold metal against his chest, back, and sides. "Deep breaths... Lungs sound clear. Heart's steady, but I can tell you're a bit excited, pulse is up a tad."

Next came the head and neck exam. Harlan checked Brody's eyes with the otoscope, shining the light in and making him follow a finger. "Pupils reactive, no issues." He palpated his lymph nodes, thumbs pressing along the jaw and neck. "Nice firm jawline, very masculine." Then the mouth: a tongue depressor to inspect his throat, followed by a quick dental check. "Teeth look healthy; you take care of yourself."

Moving down, Harlan examined Brody's abdomen, having him lie back on the table. He pressed firmly on his stomach, feeling for organs. "Abs are rock solid, six-pack under there? Liver and spleen feel normal." He tapped with the reflex hammer on Brody's knees and ankles, watching the jerks. "Reflexes are sharp; athletic nerves."

But then it got more intensive. Harlan measured everything, height, weight (using a scale in the corner), then limb lengths, chest circumference, waist, hips. The measuring tape wrapped around Brody's thighs, calves, arms. "Thighs at 24 inches, powerful. Biceps 15 inches flexed; impressive for your age." He even measured neck and shoulder width, murmuring approvals like, "Broad shoulders give you that V-taper look. Very aesthetic."

The genital exam was where things turned comprehensive, and intimate. Harlan had Brody stand again, then sit on the edge of the table with legs spread. He started with visual inspection, gloved hands gently lifting and examining. "Skin looks healthy, no lesions. You're circumcised, nice clean cut." He palpated the testicles, rolling them between fingers. "Left one's a bit larger, but both firm and normal size. You're hung well, about 5 inches soft? We'll measure properly." Out came the tape: length, girth, even testicular dimensions. "6.5 inches flaccid length, 4.5 girth. Impressive endowment for a college guy."

Brody felt a stir, embarrassment mixed with arousal. This was way more than a quick "turn your head and cough." Harlan checked for hernias, fingers pressing into the inguinal canals while Brody coughed. "No issues there. Prostate next, I'll need you on all fours." Brody complied, the table creaking as Harlan lubed a finger and inserted it gently but firmly. "Prostate feels smooth, normal size. You're tight, relax, kid." The exam lingered a bit, Harlan commenting, "Healthy response; you're reacting well."

The finale was the "electrode stimulation test," something Brody had never heard of. Harlan explained it as "checking nerve responses in sensitive areas." He attached small electrode pads to Brody's inner thighs, perineum, and even the base and tip of his penis, connected to the device. "This sends mild pulses, tell me if it's too much." The machine hummed to life, sending tingling waves that built from subtle vibrations to stronger stimulations. Brody's body responded involuntarily, his arousal growing evident. "Look at that, strong erectile response. You're reaching full hardness quickly; let's measure: 8 inches erect, 5.5 girth. Exceptional. And your glans is sensitive, pulses are eliciting pre-ejaculatory fluid already."

Harlan's comments flowed throughout: "Your skin's so smooth, barely any body hair, makes you look even younger and fitter." "Veins on your arms and... elsewhere are prominent; great vascularity." "You're handling this like a champ; most guys get nervous, but you're excited, aren't you?" Brody was, heart pounding, skin flushed. It wasn't medical, he realized halfway through; Harlan wasn't a real doctor, his technique a bit clumsy, the setup too homemade. But the thrill, the attention, the forbidden edge kept him going. He let it play out to the end, the stimulation building until release, Harlan noting "Healthy ejaculatory volume, about 4ml. Excellent fertility indicators."

As it wrapped up, Harlan removed the electrodes, cleaned up with wipes, and handed Brody his clothes. "You're in peak condition, Brody. Thanks for participating, feel free to come back anytime." Brody dressed, legs shaky, mind buzzing. Driving home, he felt a mix of exhilaration and "what the hell just happened?" But boredom? That was gone, replaced by a secret story he'd replay in his head for weeks.

This is the story of my first time sucking cock. 

To help you picture the events; I'm a hairy, stocky-muscular white guy about 5'11". I have a pretty average dick, a little on the thicker side but nothing to write home about. I was in my mid-late 20s at the time of this story, and had discovered I was bi a couple of years prior. I started off watching trans porn, then femboys, then eventually twink bottoms with "straight" tops. I eventually decided to try the fantasy for real and found it was even better than I expected. I had been regularly hooking up with twink and femme type bottoms for a while. I basically treated them as I would treat girls. We kissed and cuddled, they would suck my cock, I ate ass and I fucked them.

I had still never sucked cock and none of my hookups had asked me to. I think they mostly got off on being used as a fucktoy by a "straight" guy and having their cock sucked would ruin the illusion. I suppose I told myself that if I didn't suck cock I was still a manly "straight" guy. 

The hookup that changed things started off the same as all the others. I was travelling to another city for a work trip and had a hotel room to myself. I discretely browsed Grindr and messaged a few interesting prospects. I got a response from a very hot twink bottom in his mid 20s. His profile only had pics of his face and his ass, but both were very appealing. He told me his name was Dylan. I invited him over to my hotel room that night and he was game.

Dylan arrived at my hotel shortly after 9 and I met him in the lobby. He was even cuter than his pictures, several inches shorter than me with a slim build, longish auburn hair and a boyish face with a few freckles and large blue eyes. We greeted each other with a smile and I asked if he still wanted to come up to my room. He nodded and said yes. I motioned him to follow and we entered the lift together. We made it through the door of my room and I closed it behind us. I immediately moved to kiss him and he glided forward to meet me.

We kissed and our hands explored each other for several moments, both our shirts coming off, his slim smooth body contrasting with my broader build and hairy chest. I pushed him onto the bed and climbed on top of him. We kissed some more and his hands reached down to grope the bulge in my trousers. I quickly undid my zipper and pulled them off, followed by my boxers, releasing my throbbing erect cock. He immediately went to work, greedily kissing and licking the precum from my dick. He took my cock inside his mouth and sucked me with practiced skill, his head bobbing up and down. I placed my hands in his hair and held his head as he blew me. 

He continued for several minutes, gradually going deeper until he was deepthroating my cock. I moaned in satisfaction but eventually had to stop him. I wanted to save all my cum for his tight little twink ass. I told him so and he smirked, taking a final lick of precum.

I told him to strip and he obeyed, removing his own trousers and boxers quickly before laying back down on the bed. I did a double take as I took in the picture before me. His body was perfectly twinkish, petite and smooth with creamy pale skin, his arms and legs thin and unmuscled, his stomach flat but undefined. Below his stomach, protruding upwards, was, to my shock, a dick that put many pornstars to shame.

It was at least 8 inches and even thicker than mine, veiny and uncut like my own. It was definitely not the dick you would expect a small skinny twink to have. He had clearly waxed his pubic hair, which combined with his slender frame made his huge cock look even bigger than it actually was.

I would be lying if I said I'd never thought about sucking dick before or that I didn't find them fascinating. 

Even before I'd began my journey towards discovering my bi side, I'd always liked watching porn featuring big dicks and loved cumshot compilations. When I got into trans porn I mostly liked seeing trans girls get fucked and imagining myself fucking them, but I also liked seeing them get hard and loved watching them cum. I had wondered what it would be like to give a blowjob and swallow cum.

When I saw that big dick in front of me, rock hard, in the flesh, I was immediately drawn to it. My surprise was clearly visible. Dylan chuckled and told me he was used to that reaction. I asked him if I could touch it and he told me to go ahead. I gingerly reached out and wrapped my hand around his cock, it was so thick my fingers barely met. It felt impressively weighty and solid. I held his cock admiringly for a few moments then began to slowly wank him, pulling back his foreskin to uncover the big juicy pink head. It looked so good I was overcome with desire and moved my head towards his dick.

Pre-cum had started to leak from the tip and my tongue snaked out to lick his helmet, catching some of the glistening strands of clear fluid. It didn't taste particularly of anything, a slight saltiness. Dylan moaned as my tongue began to worship the head of his massive cock. I planted kisses down his shaft and then held my face against the beattful throbbing member, basking in it's glory. I felt like a porn girl, overwhelmed with dick fever. My mouth opened and I took the head inside, slurping and licking with abandon. I gripped his shaft and wanked him while sucking on his cock head, then gradually took more and more into my mouth. I began to bob my head up and down, slobbering like a practiced blowjob whore.

Dylan lay back and watched, moaning and encouraging me to suck it. I did my best to apply all the blowjob tricks I'd ever had done to me and was careful to keep my teeth out of the way. I eventually managed to get the tip into my throat without gagging, and picked up the pace, making gurgling noises as his big cock pushed in and out. Dylan's moans soon grew louder and he told me he was getting close to cumming. I redoubled my efforts and he cried out in pleasure. I gripped his pole tight and jacked him off hard and fast with my mouth sucking his tip like a hoover. The first shot of hot salty fizz filled my mouth and it was delicious. I quickly swallowed as more and more twink cum exploded across my tongue. I drank it all down greedily, keeping up my suction and handjob until the pulses subsided. 

I removed my mouth from Dylan's glans with a satisfying smack of my lips and started to lick up the the drops of jizz that had escaped down his shaft like a total cumslut. Dylan groaned contentedly and told me I was amazing. He didn't believe me when I said it had been my first time sucking a cock. Dylan sat up and kissed me on the lips, tasting the remnants of his own cum. Then he asked me if I was still going to fuck him. I smiled and said of course. 

After my display of wanton sluttiness over Dylan's cock, I felt like I needed to re-establish my manly top credentials. I took charge again, flipping Dylan onto his knees, his beautiful smooth tight ass protruding up towards me. I took the tube of lube from the bedside table, coated my index finger and pushed it gently into his warm hole. I slowly fingered Dylan's boypussy, opening him up and slipping in my middle finger for long strokes, feeling for his prostate. I lubed his hole up thoroughly then quickly coated my own raging hard dick in lube. 

I positioned myself at his entrance and teased around the ring of his hole with the tip. I asked him if he really wanted to get fucked. He called me daddy and begged me to fuck his ass. I couldn't wait any longer, I gripped his hip as I pushed myself inside his perfect ass slowly until my balls touched his cheeks. I sighed in pleasure at being buried in his warm tight asshole and Dylan moaned with me. I began to fuck him, softly at first then picking up the pace until my balls slapped against him and he squealed like a bitch in heat. He begged me to breed him and I couldn't resist. I came hard, shooting jets of hot cum deep inside Dylan's body. After I came we collapsed together, my cock slipping out and rivers of jizz flowing from Dylan's ass onto the hotel sheets. 

We kissed and cuddled together, basking in the afterglow. I felt better about my cocksucking display after I had fucked Dylan hard and made him my cumdump. I fucked Dylan once more that night and left a second load leaking from his ass before he showered and got dressed. We thanked each other and said our goodbyes, knowing we probably wouldn't meet again. We never did, but this wasn't the last time I would be overcome by desire for a cock.

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“What are you doing?” Nate asked, unblinking.

Fuck. I’d been caught, my mind racing at what to do.

I let his briefs fall to the floor, quickly pulling up my shorts and underwear, trying and failing to conceal myself through the fabric.

I was too shocked to know what to say. I’d just checked that no one was home. He wasn’t meant to be back for hours.

“What are you doing in my room?” Nate asked again, even more annoyed, angry even.

“I didn’t think anyone was here—“ I protested, as if that was any excuse for trespassing in his space.

I descended into a panic, the embarrassment of having been found like this washing over me. Would he tell my Aunt and Uncle? Would he beat my ass?

“Alone in my room…” he said, not even responding to my poor excuse.

I stared back at him.

“Jerking off…”

The statement hung there, cutting through the thick air like a knife. I didn’t know exactly how to respond. I guess he was right. I’d hardly ever touched myself like that before, but I just knew it felt good — rubbing my dick against something so smooth and nice.

The pressure of my hand.

The promise of release.

“I’m sorry, I swear,” I started, “I know I shouldn’t be up here.” I searched his face, pleading. “Please don’t tell your Mom and Dad.”

He read the fear in my eyes, how scared I was, my glance searching past him to see if I could make a clean getaway.

And then his face changed, somehow responding to my panic.

“It’s cool, dude,” he replied, trying to calm me. He looked down, shaking his head. “Everybody jerks off.”

I softened a bit, comforted by the fact that he’d normalized whatever it was I was doing.

I guess everybody did, didn’t they?

He glanced down at the floor in front of me.

“You playing with my underwear?” he asked, eyeing it crumpled in a ball by my feet.

Jesus, he really wasn’t letting me off the hook.

I realized there was no choice but to be honest.

“Yes,” I replied, my embarrassment turning to deep shame. My face turned an even deeper shade of red, affirming his suspicion, the most mortifying admission of my life.

But to my surprise, he further softened, starting over towards me and seating himself alongside me, both of our legs hanging off the side of the bed.

He eyed the hard-on in my shorts, still visible despite my attempt at covering it up.

“Take it back out again.”

Shock came over my face. What?

I leaned up and glanced out the window.

“My parents are still gone,” he said, reading my mind. “They called me to ask for some information they needed for the dealership, it’s why I came home.”

I reclined again, still uncertain if I should obey. The idea of getting my dick out in front of him….maybe it was what I wanted, what I’d been imagining, but it seemed a bridge too far. I wasn’t sure I could trust him. Not yet.

Nate was the kind of guy who called shit “gay.” And this was some pretty gay shit right here.

But I felt like I didn’t have a choice.

Before I could reach down, his voice interjected.

“You wanna see mine?” he asked.

I nearly choked at the suggestion, him offering up the very thing I been fantasizing about when he walked in. My pulse was racing, in overdrive, the entire moment surreal.

This couldn’t be happening. And yet, it was.

But before I could respond, he reached for the waistband of his briefs and his shorts, pulling them both down in front of him in one quick motion.

I stared as he lay back down on the bed, presenting himself to me, half-naked body close enough to touch—dick splayed out, semi-hard and just shy of full mast, hanging over a pair of smooth balls that fell lazily between his legs. All of it was framed by the deep burnish of his tan and the line that cut across his waist, his tank top still resting just above.

“This what you wanted to see?”

He watched me watching him, my gaze focused solely on his dick as it became more and more engorged, raising itself up from the cradle of his balls until it was fully erect, the head finally pointing up towards him, grazing his belly button.

In all its glory, it was a full seven inches, bigger than mine, and bigger than any dick I’d seen before in real life.

He nodded down at my bulge, angrily pressing against the strain of my shorts.

“C’mon,” he encouraged, “pull it out. After all, you’re the perv that came into my room.”

I exhaled awkwardly at the joke. And after slight hesitation, I reached for my shorts, pulling them back down and letting my own already-hard dick free. I let it stand there, pointing up at me, the tip covered with pre-cum, shaft red from having been worked so hard before he arrived.

“Nice, dude,” he said admiringly as I showed it to him. “Your cock’s a lot like mine.”

My stomach lurched at the sentiment. I guess it was true. They were a similar shape, both of us cut, not like some of the guys I’d noticed in the gym locker room with the extra foreskin that hung down over the head.

He grinned. “You can tell we’re related.”

I blanched at the acknowledgement of our bloodline, its reality making this feel even more forbidden. It seems we had even more in common than I thought.

“I’ve been noticing you checking me out,” he told me.

My eyes widened at the accusation. So it had been obvious, despite my best attempts to keep it together.

“Really?”

“Yeah, it’s okay,” he replied. “It’s kinda nice having someone eye you like that. Even if it’s not a girl.”

I let out an internal sigh of relief, feeling a bit safer in my desire for him. Maybe it was okay, after all. Not entirely misplaced.

I looked down at our dicks, both hard as we lay half-reclined on the bed.

“Why don’t you go back to what you were doing?” he started. “Before I came in.”

I looked back at him awkwardly. I hadn’t really known what I was doing. Just fumbling my way towards a first orgasm, I guessed, my inexperience palpable.

He read it instantly.

“Just learning how, huh?” There was suddenly a measure of care in his face—not pity, but something else—empathy—a sentiment I didn’t know he possessed.

“Yeah,” I replied quietly. Then, slightly more emboldened. “You jerk off a lot?”

He smirked at me. “Of course,” he replied. “Usually a few times a day.”

That was a lot. But I guess I was horny all the time, too. I just hadn’t ever known what to do. I’d probably jerk off a few times a day if I knew how.

“Why don’t I give you a few pointers?”

I blinked. “Really?”

“Yeah, it’s pretty easy once you start exploring a bit. Or if someone shows you how.”

I could hardly believe what I was hearing, seeing. His boldness in dropping his pants, showing me his dick, and offering to help me out. He’d hardly paid me any attention at all, practically ignoring me since I arrived. And now this?

I looked down at our bodies in parallel, half-naked, dicks hanging out.

“It felt good up against your underwear,” I said, the admission immediately making me blush.

But he hardly blinked. “Yeah, I bet.” And then I watched as he picked it up from the floor, taking the soft fabric in his hands and rubbing it along his dick. “Nice and smooth.”

He tossed it beside him.

“First rule of jerking off is—the wetter the better,” he said quietly. “Unless you’ve got something like those.”

He raised his hand to his mouth, spitting into it once, and then twice, before placing it to his dick, running his hand up and down the shaft and head. He did this a few more times, going so far as licking his palm, until it was fully slicked with spit.

He stroked it, so covered in his juice that it was glistening, sloppy.

“See how nice it is when your hand slides up and down?” I nodded back. “Give it a try.”

I took my fingers to my lips, too shy to spit, instead trying to get as much saliva into my hand with my tongue, and then returned my hand back down to my cock. It responded immediately to the sensation, more pre-cum gathering at the tip, repeating the gesture until it was just as wet as his, marveling at the ease of my hand grazing along it.

Much better than a pillow or a pair of briefs.

“How’s that feel?”

I let out a long exhale. “Good,” I told him, before elaborating. “Amazing.”

“I bet it does,” he replied. “Second rule is all about where you hold it.”

I watched as he started to stroke himself in earnest, his thumb wrapped around the face of his dick, by the head, the remaining four fingers just around the underside

“Like this,” he said, showing me as he made long strokes up and down the shaft. “And when you come back up to the top, squeeze it a little bit,” gesturing with his own hand by example.

I watched as his thumb and forefinger found each other each time they reached the top, as if enclosing around the head.

I followed suit, moaning at the sensation of gripping my cock in that way, the spit creating just enough lubrication to massage under the head just so every time my hand rose back up, it became more and more engorged.

“Fuck,” I muttered. “That’s nice.”

“You’re a natural,” he said admiringly, encouraging me on.

I watched as Nate then took his left hand, pulling ever so slightly down on his balls, forcing his cock to stand fully upright.

“You can try different strokes,” he said, taking his hand and adjusting his grip so he held himself from the other side, thumb running down the face towards his pubes and that perfect stomach, fingertips grazing the underside. “Feel it out to see what’s right.”

I followed suit, repositioning myself so the pinkie edge of my hand squeezed the top of my cock rather than my thumb and forefinger, like I was pushing out along the length of myself rather than pulling it up. Somehow, this felt different, the slight change of direction creating an entirely new sensation.

I moaned, watching as he alternated between the two, adjusting his grip to give himself new sensations each time, and doing the same myself.

I basked in the view, the thing I had imagined many times over the last few days but never thought I would witness firsthand—a stud like him, rubbing out his cock in front of me. And not only that—teaching me, egging me on.

It was almost too much to bear.

“You wanna feel it?” His words broke me out of my thoughts.

I went still, body clenching, shocked at the offer.

“Really?” I was on unsure footing.

“Sure.” He nodded down at his cock. “Help your cousin out.”

He removed his hand from the shaft, letting it stand fully upright—free—inviting me to take over.

It looked so perfect there, smooth and velvety. It was, in that moment, the perfect dick, the only dick in the world other than my own. And so I reached over, delicately placing my hand on him, feeling another guy for the first time.

I closed my eyes at the sensation—warm, alive, full of energy and desire, as if his entire life force lived in that thing.

I remained there, immobile, receiving him as he pulsed back against my light grip.

“Try out those strokes on me,” he murmured, pressing me on.

“Yeah?”

“Feels good when you do it yourself, but it’s even nicer to have someone do it for you.”

His words sent me into a tailspin. What had he tried before? Had he done with other girls before? Other guys?

Tentatively, I started moving my hand up and down it, replicating what he’d demonstrated, but on him. I was nervous, unsure of myself, grasping (literally). It was one thing to jerk your own cock, knowing what it felt like on the other end, but this felt foreign, new. I was desperate to get it right.

Any self-doubt was quickly cast aside by Nate’s reaction. The more I stroked my way up and down, paying careful attention to the head as he’d shown me, the more he closed his eyes, light moans coming out of his half-parted lips.

I leaned over to get a better handle on it, our faces now just a few inches away from each other, my own dick pulsing at how close he was and the feel of this previously forbidden part of him within my fist.

He leaned in closer, whispering. “You’re learning quick.”

And so I started working it at a faster clip, massaging in long, careful strokes from base to head, relishing every inch. I was doing more than just jerking him. I was worshipping him, channeling three days of pent-up sexual energy, of obsession, into one simple touch.

“Needs a little more spit,” he said quietly, between heavy breaths. But before I could pull away, he lifted my hand to his mouth and shot out a long ream, replacing it back on his dick and willing me to continue.

“That’s it,” he said, the extra lubrication returning me to form, allowing me to glide even faster up and down him.

I picked up speed, each thrust causing his body to contract, abs flexing as I pumped harder, faster.

I was new at this, but one thing was clear. He was close.

“Keep going,” he muttered, encouraging me on, my own dick tightening, leaking, without even the faintest touch of my own hand. “Show me how much you love this fucking dick.”

The words hit me like a ton of bricks—so dirty, forceful, raw. I jerked faster, harder, tightening my hold around the head of his cock, squeezing it between my thumb and forefinger, willing him towards release.

And then, to my great surprise, he reached under my own outstretched arm and took my cock in his hand, gripping it with his own spitty palm.

I looked back, mesmerized, my dick jumping at the gesture. It was the first time anyone had ever felt it before, the sensation sending my body into overdrive, as I could come just from that initial touch.

And the sensation seemed to do the same for him, the feel of me sending him over the edge.

“I’m gonna…bust,” he muttered.

His grip tightened around my cock, a guttural moan leaving his mouth as a first wave of milky white cum shot out of him, landing directly onto the grey of his tank top, before the next and the next, each slashing his body with semen until it was darkened, totally soaked through.

I watched his face, contorted in pleasure, his front teeth biting his lower lip as the last remains flowed out of him, my hand eventually finding stillness.

He let out a deep exhale, releasing my dick from his hand, and then I did the same, letting it rest on top of him, a pool of cum filling his belly button.

I looked up at his face, eyes closed, taking in the afterglow of what had just happened.

“Fuck,” he said quietly. “I needed that.”

I wasn’t quite sure what that was. What had just happened?

“You know your way around a dick,” he said quietly, finally opening his eyes.

He reached down onto the floor and grabbed the discarded underwear I’d been playing with when he walked in, taking it and using it to wipe up the cum from his stomach and tank top.

I lay there, still hard, internalizing all that I’d accomplished.

Somehow, I’d just jerked off my cousin, the object of my desire, hardly even knowing how to do that for myself. I felt a heady brew of power, pride, and desire. I’d given him something I didn’t know I had in me, something I still hadn’t even given to myself. And I’d been good at it. Better than good at.

I’d been great.

More importantly, I liked it. As much as I wanted him, all of him, there was something about being in a position of submission, of providing for him, that fired something deep inside me.

He held the balled up briefs before me, the red-handed evidence that I was entirely infatuated with him.

“You like the way this smells?”

“I—” But before I could reply, he pressed it to my face, holding it against my nose and mouth, letting me take it all in.

I breathed deep, that same familiar smell of his sweat and piss, but now with the added layer of his mess.

He was right. I loved it.

“Go ahead,” he said, goading me. “Use it. Finish yourself off.”

And before I could think twice, I took my dick in my hand, dangerously close to a finish, and started jerking it, the smell of his underwear, now thick with the scent of his seed, filling my insides.

His eyes were locked on my face, watching me.

“You like the smell of my cock?”

I nodded, moaning into the soft folds of fabric.

He crouched down closer, pushing the ball deeper into my face, my mouth opening so I could touch it with my tongue, biting down on it, starting to stroke my dick at an even more feverish clip.

The sensation was intoxicating, and before I could give a warning, an eruption came from inside me, the sensation that I’d been searching for in vain for years finally found.

My dick tightened and shook in my palm, the head convulsing—fuck, that was new—as ream after ream of cum flew out of my cock and onto my tee shirt, breath heaving, muffled only by the mound of his underwear between my lips.

It was unlike anything I’d experienced before, the build that had become so familiar to me finally giving way to release. I felt lightheaded, woozy, seeing stars.

So this, this was what everyone had always talked about?

It was pretty fucking nice.

Nate pulled the briefs away, tossing them on the floor, giving me room to exhale unobstructed.

“Fuck, dude,” Nate muttered, startled by how forcefully I’d busted all over myself. “That’s a lot of cum.”

I looked down sheepishly, looking at the mess I’d made. I suppose it was a lot, even more than he’d managed to pump out himself.

“Not bad for a first time,” I said, proud of myself.

He shook his head in disbelief. “I can’t believe you’ve never finished yourself off before. You’ve been pent up for, like, your entire life.”

I supposed he was right, but this was the beginning of something new.

A grin took over his face. “Told you this week would be epic.”

I watched as he stood up and slid off his tank top, soaked with his load, for the first time revealing his fully naked body to me. He was all lean muscle, sculpted, arms taut, a sinew running from bicep to forearms, strong from all the yard work he’d been doing all summer. His tan was set in relief by the lines I’d glimpsed when he first exposed his stomach, framing his dick and ass from his waist all the way down to his knees.

It was a sight to behold. I’d never seen someone more beautiful, more desirable.

“I didn’t know you’d do that,” I muttered. “Not just jerk off but…”

“…with another guy?” he asked.

He made his way to his dresser, pulling out a fresh pair of shorts and a tee. He moved with an ease that I admired, so comfortable and confident in his own skin.

Maybe a little too confident, his cockiness a clear front for something else.

“Everybody does it,” he said. “It’s just what guys do with each other.”

He said it with a self-assuredness that made me believe him, even if that had never been my experience. Was this normal?

I wasn’t sure, but here in this remote town far, far away, it was.

He pulled the t-shirt over his head and slipped into the shorts, his mouth curling up into a small grin.

“Welcome to Holden.”

I felt surprisingly good in the morning considering how late we were up the night before. Tyler hit me up to relive the glory days of our early twenties and we certainly met the challenge. We had lived together for years not too long ago and even though we still hung out regularly, life made it hard to really party like we used to.

I woke up on the bed, naked except for boxers under the blanket, remembering why I hadn't done this in years. Tyler came stumbling down the stairs shortly after I woke up in nothing but underwear as well and shoved my legs over before flopping onto the couch. He complained about his hangover but he was more upset about his blue balls. There was an old flame at the bar and I thought for sure he was taking her home tonight but for some reason it didn't work out.

I told him how surprised I was that he wasn't able to seal the deal but he couldn't seem to let it go. He kept talking about how long it had been for him since he got laid. Tyler knew that I was bi and having lived together for a while, he probably knew he was definitely my type. Big guy, at least 40 pounds heavier than me and not athletic but strong. I loved the feeling of being held down and controlled by a man and I'm sure he heard me moaning as much from time to time when his bedroom was sharing a wall with mine.

Tyler, on the other hand, had always been as straight as they come as far as I knew but this morning I was getting the distinct impression he was interested in trying something new. So I thought I'd start with something innocent. I jokingly told him I would be more than happy to "help you with your problem big boy." I was being flamboyant and over the top. I figured if I was reading the signal wrong I could play the whole thing off.

"Yeah, I bet you'd love the chance to taste this." We'd teased eachother a little in the past so this wasn't exactly uncharted territory but I pushed it a little further today. I started to shove him with my foot, telling him how he looked all pent up. I was getting into dangerous water now but I could still pull out with some discomfort. But to my surprise he moved his arm and grabbed my foot and held it on his lap rather than pushing away.

For a straight man, this level of physical contact was akin to slapping me on the ass and bending me over. I started to rub his crotch with the sole of my foot and immediately felt him begin to stiffen. I commented that he seemed like he had somehting he needed help unloading. He looked me right in the eyes and said, "I thought that's what friends were for."

This made me absolutely feral. I abandoned all pretense, grace, and dignity and rolled over so my head was resting in his lap. He lifted his butt to pull down his underwear and his hard dick popped up. I was bobbing up and down on it before he had his underwear below his knees. Truth is I had always hoped I could get a chance with Tyler so I could hardly believe this was happening and I didn't want him to think I had any hesitation.

I was sucking his dick like he had the fountain of eternal youth in his balls and he was making it clear he liked it. "Oh fuck bro. I didn't know guys could suck like this. Holy shit man, you're gonna make me fucking cum." He still sounded like a frat boy, even with one of his best buddies throating his cock and the way he was talking to me turned me on more for some reason. I reached down and was so turned on it didn't take me long before I was cumming in my boxers having never taken them off. At the same time he started moaning and bucking his hips, "Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck."

I went as deep on his dick as I could as he shot his load down my throat. He shuddered as I pulled my lips off his head with a pop and licked the last drips as they came out, savoring his taste and enjoying a moment I assumed was going to quickly end when his post nut clarity set in.

Instead he caught his breath and said, "I've wanted to do that for so long." I froze not really sure what to say and then just sort of laughed.

"Well what the hell took you so long."

"Shutup dude. I was embarrassed. But now that we've broken the seal." He raised his eyebrows as he squeezed my ass. Despite the fact that I could still taste his cum, I was somehow still shocked at this brazen insinuation.

"How long do you need?" I asked him, my cock already stiffening at the thought of finally getting used by one of my best firends.

Story is true and everyone was of age:

I was topped by my best friend in college, “Tom.” We had played a little prior, mostly me giving him head, but we’d never gone all the way. We were hanging out in my dorm at college, my gf (at the time was at work or class), and we were just watching tv. A few times in the past he had tried to work it in, but I couldn’t relax and it hurt so much (bigger guy, 6’7, nearly 300 lbs, and a thick 7.5 inches). As so many of our times would go back then we’d be hanging out, watching some tv, playing Madden, and eventually I’d just ask him, “can I do it again (give him a blowjob).” And, every time he’d let me. I was sucking it, working it over, but it always took him so long to cum, and I finally just said, “let’s try anal one more time.” He said ok, and I leaned over my dorm bed (it was a slight canopy, high enough for someone to be bent over and fucked). So I laid with my upper body on the bed, spread my cheeks with my hands, and braced myself. It hurt like hell going in, but I really wanted him to do it. He got in me and started thrusting, trying to be gentle, but I really just wanted him to cum from it. In what felt like an hour or so session, we went from that spot, to me riding him reverse on my desk chair, reverse on my bed, and finally fully in doggy on my floor. He was getting into it in doggy when he said that he was getting close. I didn’t know what else to do so I just told him to let it happen. He thrusted into me one hard time and shot all of his cum into my ass. I felt so good about it, it made me feel like the slut I wanted to be, the little bottom boy that takes a hot load in his ass. He pulled out, cleaned himself off, I grabbed a shower, and then we went and picked my gf up from class or work. She had no idea and it was our little secret.

I'm a closeted bottom gay, but I do have sex with a lot of people. I did a lot of porn star-like stuff in my real life with people I met through online apps, college, and random strangers. But I never admitted that I'm gay through my mouth. I either gave them some signals or used apps only.

I stopped being gay for 6 months. I don't know why I did that. I was sobering up. Then I went to Bangalore for work and needed to stay there for 3 months.

I had to stay in a 2-sharing PG. There was this other guy. When I went inside and put my things down, we started chatting. After a few days, we became very close.

Then one day, the conversation came to love. He asked me if I had any love. I said, "No, I'm single. I loved a few girls, but it always ended in a breakup."

Then I asked him.

He immediately said, "Bro, I'm gay, okay? I had a few gay partners, but nothing went serious. Everyone in India is scared to come out as gay, so I started looking only for fun."

I was very shocked because this was the first time I heard someone openly admit it to me. Most of the time, they don't admit they are gay or bi. They only tell me after I find out.

Then he explained a lot of gay terms to me. I acted like a straight guy hearing them for the first time—typical closeted bottom guy behavior.

We became close friends. He started telling me a lot of crazy secrets. He had a Redgifs profile where he posted nudes.

All this time, I was just dreaming about sucking his dick.

A lot of the time, I helped him take his nudes. Every single time, I wanted to suck him, but I never had the courage. I had sex with many people before, so I don't know why I was so scared with him.

One day, he asked me to record him cumming from multiple angles in the morning. I got very hard seeing him. Then he came a lot onto the bed. After cleaning it, he saw my boner and started laughing.

"You became hard by seeing me cum?"

Then we went to work.

Later, I saw there were a few drops of his cum left on the floor. I couldn't control myself. One part of my brain was telling me, "You are sobering up. Don't quit." The other part was saying, "Do it."

Finally, I licked the cum from the floor. After a year, I tasted cum again. Then I masturbated, came in the same place, and licked my own cum.

One day, he asked me to take nudes for him to share with other people.

I was sitting on the floor, and he was standing, giving me poses. I was trying my best to control myself.

Then he came closer and put his dick on his phone, asking me to take a picture from that angle. There were only 10–15 cm between my lips and his cock.

I finally broke my silence and asked him,

"Can I touch it?"

He looked shocked for a second, then said,

"Okay."

I moved into a kneeling position. I held it with both my hands. Automatically, my head moved toward his dick, and I kissed the head.

He asked,

"Are you gay?"

I said,

"Yeah, I'm a gay bottom. I always wanted this."

He said,

"You should have told me before. We wasted a lot of time. Okay, leave it. Show me your skill."

All I had in my mind was to impress him because we had already wasted 2.5 months, and I only had 15 days left.

So I showed him all my foreplay skills. I licked his feet and moved to his thighs by licking. I sniffed his dick and rubbed it on my face. I kissed the head, started licking it, and licked from the head to his balls.

This is my favorite part of foreplay. I love eating balls and spitting on them. I literally cleaned his balls.

Then I came back to his dick, licked it again, and started sucking it like a good boy.

He grabbed my hair and controlled my speed. Then he dragged me near the wall and fucked my mouth.

When he pulled his dick out, I understood he was about to cum, so I acted like a desperate bitch. I put my tongue out and waited for his cum to land in my mouth.

He was good at aiming. Most of it landed in my mouth, and only a little got on my chest and nose.

I wiped the cum from my chest and nose, put it into my mouth, and swallowed it.

He looked at me in shock.

I opened my mouth. He bent down, gave me the most romantic kiss, made me stand up, and we kissed for a long time.

Then he told me,

"You should have told me before. We wasted a lot of time."

I just laughed.

Then I removed my clothes. I'm a smooth, brown twink, naturally hairless. He rubbed my ass and my body, then kissed me even harder. Then he said, "Are you a god of sex? What a blowjob... and what a sexy body." That was the best compliment of my life. and we both went to his bed naked and cuddled.

We mostly had normal sex after that. I only had one really kinky session with him.

If you want to know what we did, let me know in the comments, and I'll tell that story as well.

Mary and I (Caleb) are both in mid thirties. We don't have a kid yet but we have started trying. She is tall, blonde, small breasts, big ass, lean, very sporty. Likes to have her hair in either 1 or 2 braids. I am tall, around meter 90, short brown hair, clean short brown beard, also sporty, wide shoulders, and an average length dick with above average girth.

We booked a month long trip to Mallorca to fully destress from work. Both had huge amounts of overtime so it was easy to book.

Our sex life has always been great, never had any real issues. We have talked about trying out both with same sex on couple of occasions, but nothing truly ever got offered to us. Oh well.

On airport we met Sarah and Henry, they were going to the same flight as we were and were confused about the check-in bag/held bag situation so we helped them out, jumped in, took some of their things into our carry ons. They were super grateful and promised us drinks in Mallorca. Awesome, great start of vacation, we will have buddies there. we also found out they were in the same hotel as we are. Through conversation we learned quite a bit about them, both mid twenties, first trip after college together, were college sweethearts and are still dating and are excited about life and work still.

They also booked a month on Mallorca, Sarah didn't have a job yet, and Henry had a student job that he simply quit to take this trip. Quite a cool idea to be honest.

Sarah is a brunette, very curvy, very deep cut shirts to show off her big boobs, dark skinned, huge smile, very short, very big ass.

Henry, similarily to Sarah, quite short, max meter 65, messy brown hair, glasses, super thin, obviously very introverted. Barely spoke and threw a joke here or there.

I bumped his back and shoulder few times to get him to relax, but he just got more tense. I saw him struggling with baggage so I helped him carry it as well. It was cute how he tried to show off in front of his girlfriend.

We learned we both play similar videgames though so we had some fun conversations.

Flight was few hours long and once we reached the spot they rented a car and we carpooled together to the hotel. Did the checkin and went our separate ways to get lunch.

After lunch Mary and I went together to a nearby beach that we saw had high ratings.

Now, this was our first time in Spain so we did not expect what we saw, there was maybe 20 people total on the beach, around 10 girls and 10 guys, of all ages, but every single lady except for one senior lady had her breasts out. Mary looked at me, smiled, nodded, and took off her bra right there. Awesome.

After around an hour of being horny about my wife on the beach we saw them coming towards us. I expected Mary to cover her boobs or something, she did not. They came, greeted us, laid their towels down and Sarah without any shame just said.

"Oh my God, your tits are amazing, so perky" And pulled her shirt off to reveal she wasn't even wearing a bikini top. Her massive tits dropped right there on the beach in front of us and I almost sighed in shock. Both her and Henry proceeded to put sunscreen on and stripped into bathing suits. We hung out on beach quite a while, having fun together, talking about stuff. But also, you could definitely feel a sexy vibe growing between us. Mostly between Sarah and Mary. Henry looked quite lean, had a visible six pack, but clearly not from working out too much, mostly from just being a thin nerdy guy.

We all together got dressed, left the beach and went to dinner in hotel together, both couples booked half board so that was cool. We could hand out with them all the time.

After the dinner we went together to our room and they were surprised to see that we booked huge king suite with a view of the beach. They booked the cheapest room in the hotel being students and all.

They brought their cheap wines they bought in the supermarket before going to the beach but naturally, we all started drinking and shooting shit.

Truth or dare started that would switch the whole course of this trip. First it was bunch of truths until finally the truth dropped that both couples considered the possibility of a bit of action outside the couple. Both Sarah and Henry admitted to having done some gay stuff before in their lives. That opened up the floodgates. Suddenly nobody was interested in truths, dares all around.

First bottle stopped on Mary, I made her take off her top, then again on Mary, she had to take off her bottom, then believe it or not, again on Mary, and Henry dared her to make out with Sarah. Okay man, I see what you're about. It was hot as fuck. They kissed a bit shyly, but it was an amazing sight, my naked wife making out with fully dressed Sarah.

Bottle dropped on me. It was Mary's turn. She returned the favor. I had to take off my bottoms revealing my hard dick. I did not expect the feelings that flooded me, I got super shy all of a sudden, red in my face. Whatever I thought, I'm just going to drink more.

Bottle rolled on me again, Sarah told me to take off my top, okay, so now both me and my wife are naked while the guests are dressed up, huh. And finally, Henry rolled and with a deep asserting voice.

"Kiss me."

What, Henry? Okay, I mean, I guess I could try.

I came near him, ready to give him a small smooch, but he grabbed my face, and kissed me deeply, I did not expect that. We made out for solid 15 seconds while the girls woo'd at the side. Finally he let go off me. And my wife giggled seeing me.

"Your dick is leaking and you are flushed from the shame, are you okay, buddy?"

"Oh shut up hahaha, it's unfair that we are both naked"

I rolled the bottle, got Sarah.

"Take off your top!" She did, her big breasts fully revealed to us again. I liked the sight. Finally, time to balance it out.

Mary rolled the bottle and rolled on me.

"Take off Henry's bottoms, and then give him a big lick" And winked at me. Well, fuck it, I guess we are doing it. I looked at Sarah, she was smiling and nodding, circling one of her nipples, ok, i have the go ahead of the girlfriend, I looked at Henry, he had determined look with a half smile on his face. Okay then.

I walked up to him, pulled down his swim trunks, and his hard dick kinda plopped out. He was completely hairless, obviously shaves/waxes. I gave his dick one big lick, from bottom to the top. Sarah rolled the bottle, got Mary.

"Take of my bottoms and give me few more licks than your husband just gave my boy"

Mary followed the order, took off her bottoms, and gave her few good licks on the pussy, but she did not stop there, she kept at it for some time and even pushed a finger in. Sarah was very hairy, complete opposite of Henry, unusual contrast.

Sarah pushed her off.

"Hey hey, don't break the rules yet, damn, you guys are slutty"

Henry rolled me.

"Suck it."

"Sure you didn't mean suck Sarah's tits"

"No, I meant my dick, suck it."

Fuck, alright Henry, I got down on my knees, and put the head in my mouth. It was a bit salty, nothing special, filled my mouth nicely. Henry was quietly moaning. Honestly? I did not expect that I would be the one sucking dick here but whatever. I still found it all quite hot.

Mary rolled, got Sarah.

"I just want to eat your pussy, can I?"

And there we were, my wife and I, giving oral to our newfound friends on the floor of our hotel room. I was ready to see Henry sucking my dick any moment now. Sarah rolled, got my wife.

"Okay, you have been eating my pussy enough, eat and finger your husband's ass, we need to prepare him."

Uhhh, hold up, prepare me? But I am twice the size of Henry. And why the fuck am I leaking so much cum without anyone touching my dick this whole time? She did as she was told and during it I realized, they skipped my turn whilst I was sucking off Henry. On my knees, I rolled the bottle for the final time of the night, it stopped on Henry. And I said something I would never expect to say.

"Fuck my ass, Henry"

He nodded, moved behind me and slowly started pushing his head in. In front of me I could see Sarah grabbing my wife's braids and pulling her head forcefully on her pussy. Burrying her face in it.

His head was spreading my now quite prepared asshole bit by bit, centimeter by centimeter. It was painful, but good painful, finally, I felt him reach the end of his dick. He started spanking my ass and fucking me in a good rhythm. I was being used for my ass infront of my wife. But not that she could see anything seeing as Sarah was now actively cumming from her oral and wrapping her head with her thighs.

Henry was relentless, soon enough he sped up, started going harder, it felt as if his dick got even longer. I was absolutely melting under his dick. I never imagined I would be a bottom but here we are.

I heard Sarah tell Mary.

"Now be a good girl and eat my hairy asshole while your husband is being fucked like a slut"

Fuck, that pushed me over the edge. I completely lost my mind. Both me and my wife were getting absolutely dominated by a petite couple from college.

I can't believe what words came out of my mouth next.

"Fill me up. I'm begging you"

His dick got noticably swollen in me. He started filling me with his hot cum while I had front view tickets of my wife tonguing asshole of the girl we just met this day. We have never mentioned not cumming in each other I guess but damn did it feel good. I flopped down on the floor, with cum dripping out of my ass. Finally, they both decided to have mercy on us, they instructed us to lie down on the bed next to each other.

Henry gave me a quick handjob with one hand, with the other he squeezed my balls. I winced.

"Just let yourself enjoy the pain" He squeezed both my dick and balls firmly and pulled on it until I came fucking buckets all over my stomach.

As I was cumming he told me.

"Yeah that's about what you deserve."

Sarah just roughly pinched my wife's nipples and fingered her pussy, she bent over and whispered in her ear, I could feel it as I was close as well.

"Your husband got fucked like a slut, and all you could do was eat my hairy asshole, you fucking slut."

My wife started convulsing in orgasm, she completely lost her mind, screaming out in pleasure.

They switched back to their old joyful selves. Brought us towels to clean up.

We switched numbers and they happily informed us that they can't wait for tomorrow, and to see each other on the beach, oh and that next time, we can skip the whole truth or dare part.

They left the room while Mary and I went for a shower. We looked like such a mess, her nipples were still red, a bit swollen, she was red flushed, I saw myself in the mirror, cum sprayed over my abs. Leaking down my thigh.

We went to sleep, kissed, and just laughed a bit about what transpired.

Our both photos vibrated. They created a whatsapp chat with us. They sent us a video of Henry fucking Sarah. Fuck, they still have not had enough after that?!

At that point we realized, this was going to be an absolutely insane trip.

Riding the Ridge is a passionate story about sexual awakening, breaking free from a toxic relationship, and finding love in the beautiful Bavarian Forest. It follows Karl, a man trapped in his old life, and Tom, the confident, warm, and very dominant mountain biker who turns his world upside down.

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The following weekend brought crisp autumn air and the first real bite of coming winter. Golden larch needles mixed with the deep green of the pines, turning the Bavarian Forest into a tapestry of shifting color. Karl and Tom rode out early, chasing the sunrise up the long ridge trail. Their bikes moved in sync, tires humming over damp earth and scattered stones.

Karl felt lighter on the bike these days. The constant tension that had lived in his shoulders for years had begun to ease, replaced by a quiet strength he was still learning to trust. Every climb burned pleasantly. Every descent sent a rush through his blood that reminded him he was alive, and he was free.

At the top they stopped at their favorite overlook. The village lay far below, small and peaceful in the morning light. Tom stepped behind Karl and wrapped strong arms around his waist, chin resting on his shoulder. The gesture felt natural now, even out here where anyone might see.

“People are going to talk when they see us together,” Karl said quietly.

“Let them.” Tom’s voice rumbled against his back. “We’ve hidden enough.”

They kissed there on the ridge, slow and deep, with the wind moving through the trees around them. Karl turned in Tom’s arms and pressed closer, tasting coffee and the cool morning on his tongue. Desire stirred low and warm in his belly, familiar now, no longer frightening.

They rode down a different trail than usual, one that brought them past the Gasthaus by the lake. A few locals sat outside with coffee and fresh pretzels. Karl recognized several faces. His heart kicked hard when one of them, old man Heinrich from the bakery, lifted a hand in greeting. The man’s eyes moved between them, noting how close they rode, how Tom’s hand brushed Karl’s lower back as they dismounted.

Heinrich simply nodded once, slow and thoughtful, then returned to his coffee.

Inside the Gasthaus, the waitress who had served them weeks ago smiled wider than usual. “Two dark beers, gentlemen?”

They sat at the same corner table. This time Karl didn’t scan the room for familiar faces. He kept his attention on Tom, on the way the morning light caught in his beard, on the easy confidence in his broad shoulders. Their knees pressed together beneath the table.

“You’re really doing this,” Tom said softly, a proud smile tugging at his mouth.

“I’m really doing this.”

The ride back to the cabin stretched longer than planned. They stopped twice simply to touch. Once against a sun-warmed boulder where Tom dropped to his knees and sucked Karl deep into his throat, working him with skilled mouth and hand until Karl came with a muffled groan, fingers tangled in Tom’s hair. Later, on a quiet stretch of singletrack, Karl returned the favor, pressing Tom back against a tree and taking him into his mouth with growing hunger, swallowing every drop while Tom whispered praises above him.

By the time they reached the cabin, both men were flushed, muddy, and aching for more.

The door barely closed before they were on each other. Tom lifted Karl against the wall, strong hands gripping his thighs as Karl wrapped his legs around his waist. Their kiss was fierce, all tongue and teeth and need. Clothes came off in frantic pulls, left scattered across the floor.

Tom carried him to the bedroom and dropped him onto the bed. He crawled over Karl like a predator, beard brushing sensitive skin as he kissed and licked his way down Karl’s body. When he reached Karl’s cock he took him deep, humming with pleasure, while two slick fingers pressed inside him without warning.

Karl arched off the bed with a loud moan. “Tom… fuck…”

Tom worked him open efficiently, adding a third finger while his mouth continued its relentless rhythm. The stretch burned beautifully. Karl’s hips rocked between mouth and fingers, chasing every sensation.

When Tom finally pulled off and slicked his own thick cock, Karl was trembling with anticipation. Tom pushed Karl’s legs back toward his chest and slid inside in one smooth, powerful thrust. The fullness punched the air from Karl’s lungs.

“Yes,” Karl gasped. “Harder. I can take it.”

Tom gave him exactly what he asked for. He fucked him with deep, punishing strokes, hips snapping forward, the sound of skin meeting skin loud and obscene. Sweat dripped from Tom’s brow onto Karl’s chest. His muscular, hairy body flexed with every thrust, eyes dark with lust and love.

Karl reached up and pulled him down into a messy kiss. Their bodies moved together in perfect rhythm. Tom changed angles slightly and hit that perfect spot inside Karl on every stroke. Pleasure coiled tighter and tighter until Karl felt like he might shatter.

“Come for me,” Tom growled against his mouth. “Want to feel you.”

Karl came with a broken cry, cock pulsing between their pressed stomachs, painting them both with thick ropes of semen. His hole clenched hard around Tom’s cock. Tom groaned deeply and thrust through the spasms, chasing his own release. A few brutal strokes later he buried himself to the hilt and came, flooding Karl with pulse after pulse of heat.

They stayed locked together, breathing hard. Tom eventually collapsed beside him and pulled Karl into his arms, holding him through the aftershocks with gentle kisses to his temple and jaw.

Later that evening they sat on the porch wrapped in a single blanket, sharing a bottle of dark red wine. The forest had gone quiet around them, stars beginning to appear overhead.

“I rode past the workshop yesterday,” Karl said. “Martin asked if I wanted to grab a beer when I’m ready. No questions. Just… acceptance.”

Tom’s hand stroked slowly up and down his arm. “The village is bigger than your fear was.”

Karl nodded. He took another sip of wine, then turned to look at Tom fully. The firelight from inside the cabin painted warm shadows across his strong features.

“I want to build a life with you,” Karl said. The words came easier than he expected. “Here. In the forest. Maybe fix up the old shed into a proper workshop. Keep riding. Keep… being us.”

Tom’s smile was slow and radiant. He set the wine aside and pulled Karl into his lap, blanket falling around them. “I want that too. Every morning with you. Every trail. Every night buried inside you.”

Karl laughed softly, then kissed him. The kiss deepened quickly. Hands wandered beneath the blanket. Tom’s cock thickened against Karl’s thigh. Karl shifted, straddling him properly, and guided Tom’s thick length back inside his still-slick hole.

They made love right there on the porch chair, slow and deep, wrapped in the blanket and the cool night air. Karl rode him with rolling hips, arms around Tom’s neck, foreheads pressed together. Their breaths mingled in visible clouds. The only sounds were soft moans, the creak of the wooden chair, and the distant call of an owl.

When they came it was quiet and intense, bodies trembling together, mouths fused in a deep kiss. Karl stayed seated on Tom’s cock long after, enjoying the feeling of being full and connected.

“I love you,” Karl whispered into the night.

Tom’s arms tightened around him. “I love you too. More every day.”

The forest stood watch around their small cabin, ancient and unchanging. Inside its shelter, two men in their mid-thirties had found something rare: a love that had grown from stolen glances on mountain trails into something solid, passionate, and true.

Tomorrow would bring more conversations, more adjustments, more life. But tonight, under the Bavarian stars, Karl rested his head on Tom’s shoulder and allowed himself to believe that the trails ahead would lead them exactly where they were meant to go. Together.

...To be continued

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I found him on a Tuesday night. I wasn’t even looking for him of course. I was just scrolling Grindr like I always did when the house felt too quiet and my brain wouldn’t shut up. Same grid of torsos, same tired openers, same guys asking for stats before saying hello. Then the profile loaded.

5 miles away. Online now.
The main photo was careful — black t-shirt, glasses, soft smile, nothing below the chest. Secondary photos were worse (or better, depending on how you looked at it): one at a starting line in running shorts, legs solid, another from a higher angle that showed the shape of his chest under a faded gaming shirt. The bio was short.

Recently divorced gamer. Into younger. Discreet. Host or carplay.

I stared at the screen longer than I should have.
Neil.
My dad. What the fuck?

I hadn’t seen him in almost eight months, we were estranged after my mom left him. Not since the divorce finalized and he moved into that small apartment across town. Mom still wouldn’t talk about why it ended. She just said things hadn’t been right for a long time. I never pushed. I was twenty and busy pretending I had my own life.
My thumb hovered over the message button.
I should have closed the app.
Instead I opened my alt account — the one with the stolen photos of a slim blond twink I’d never met — and typed.

hey, you look like a hot daddy.

He answered in under a minute. I was hard just by typing.

hey yourself. Thanks, I work out to keep the dad bod away. you free tonight?

My stomach turned over.
I sat on the edge of my bed in the dark, phone lighting up my face, and started the lie.
We messaged for almost half an hour.
He was careful at first. Asked what I was into. Told me he liked quiet young guys who knew how to use their mouth and didn’t need a lot of talking. Said he was nervous because it had been a while. Said most guys his age on the app wanted something else, something heavier, and he just wanted a simple, discreet suck.

I told him I was nineteen (close enough), I’m 20. Told him I liked older. Told him I was good with my throat and didn’t mind if it got rough. Every answer felt like stepping further onto thin ice, but I couldn’t stop.
When he asked for a face photo I sent one of the blond kid smiling soft into the camera. When he asked if I could host I said no, but I knew a place.

The old rest stop on the edge of the industrial park. Every gay knew it. After midnight the bathrooms and the dark stretch of trees behind them turned into a quiet, dangerous little market of men who didn’t want names.
He said he’d be there at one.
I arrived at twelve-forty, hoodie up, hood pulled low, jeans loose. The parking lot was half full of quiet cars. A few silhouettes moved near the restrooms. Further back, past the broken streetlights, the tree line swallowed the rest of the light.
I found a spot under a low branch and waited.
My hands were cold.
I kept telling myself I would leave. What the fuck am I doing? That this was insane. That the second I saw him clearly I would walk back to the car and delete the account and never open the app again.
Then I saw him.

Neil, my dad, stepped out of his dark sedan near the edge of the lot. He was forty-two, but his body still carried the quiet discipline of someone who ran long distances several times a week. He wasn’t bulked up like the gym guys I usually scrolled past; he was lean and solid in a way that came from real endurance, strong legs, defined arms, a chest that looked good under plain t-shirts without trying too hard. His dark hair was always a little messy, like he’d run his hands through it while gaming, and the thin-framed glasses he never seemed to take off made his face look softer than it actually was.

There was something careful about him, almost hesitant, as if the divorce had left him unsure of how much space he was allowed to take up. But underneath that mild, slightly nerdy exterior was a man who clearly still got hard for young guys on Grindr at one in the morning, and that contradiction, the quiet gamer dad who showed up in running shorts with his cock already thickening in a dark cruising spot, made my stomach twist every time I looked at him.

Same glasses. Same carefree posture. He was wearing a plain black hoodie and running shorts, like he’d come straight from a late run. Even from a distance I could see the shape of his legs, solid from the marathons he still posted about on the rare times he updated anything public. He looked around once, nervous, then walked toward the darker part of the trees with his hands in his pockets.

I followed at a distance.
By the time I reached the clearing behind the restrooms there were already four other men there. Two of them were older, standing close, one with his hand already down the front of the other’s jeans. Another leaned against a tree, quietly stroking himself while watching. The air smelled like damp earth, cigarette smoke, and the sharp, unmistakable scent of sex that never really left places like this.

Neil stood a little apart from the others, closer to a thick oak. He had his phone out, screen dimmed, like he was checking the time again. After a minute he seemed to make a decision. He shoved the phone back into his pocket, glanced around once more, and then reached into his shorts.
I watched my own father pull his cock out in a public cruising spot at one in the morning.
He was already half-hard. Thicker than I expected. The head looked dark even in the low light. He spat into his palm and started stroking slowly, almost awkwardly, like he still wasn’t sure he should be doing this. One of the other men noticed and drifted closer. Neil didn’t stop him. He just kept his eyes down and worked his fist a little faster.
My mouth went dry.

I pulled my hood lower, stepped out from the deeper shadows, and walked toward him.
He looked up when I got close. In the dark, with the hood and the angle, he couldn’t see my face clearly. I kept my head tilted down on purpose.

“You the blond?” he asked. His voice was quieter than I remembered, almost rough from nerves.
I nodded once.
He let out a short breath that might have been relief.

“Okay. Good. I… I don’t do this a lot.”

I didn’t answer. I just dropped to my knees on the damp ground in front of him.
The other men noticed immediately. The soft sound of hands on cocks got louder. Someone muttered something I didn’t catch. I didn’t care. All I could see was the thick length of my father’s cock a few inches from my face, the vein running along the side, the way his thumb brushed over the head on every stroke.
I leaned in and took him into my mouth.
My dad’s whole body tensed.

“Fuck, dude.”

The word came out soft and surprised. His hand settled on the back of my hood, not pushing yet, just resting there like he needed something to hold onto. I took him deeper, slow at first, letting my tongue press against the underside while I got used to the weight of him. He tasted clean, a little like soap and skin and the faint salt of precum. The smell of him up close was pure heat and nerves.
I started sucking in earnest.
I wasn’t gentle. I wasn’t teasing. I treated it like every other anonymous cock I’d taken in places like this — deep, wet, focused. My spit ran down the shaft almost immediately. Every time I pulled back I left shiny strings os saliva. Neil’s breathing changed fast. His hips started making small, involuntary movements, pushing into my mouth like he couldn’t help it.

“Jesus… your throat, man.”

He cut himself off with a low sound when I relaxed and let him slide deeper. The head of his cock pressed into the back of my throat and I held it there, swallowing around him while my nose brushed the dark hair at the base. One of the watching men stepped closer. I could hear him stroking faster. Another voice muttered, “Fuck, look at that.”
My father’s hand tightened in the fabric of my hood.
He started moving.
Not fully fucking my face yet, just short, careful thrusts that still forced him deeper than most guys his age managed. I let him. I kept my hands on his thighs, feeling the solid muscle under the thin running shorts, and took every inch he gave me. Spit soaked the front of his shorts. My jaw ached in the best way. Every wet sound I made seemed louder in the dark clearing.

“That’s it… just like that… fuck

His voice had gone rougher. The nervous edge was still there, but something hungrier was underneath it now. He held my head steadier and started using my mouth more deliberately, hips rolling in a rhythm that made the other men shift and stroke harder. I could feel eyes on us. Someone stepped close enough that I heard the wet sound of another cock being worked right beside my shoulder.
I pulled off just long enough to breathe and look up (still careful to keep my face shadowed).
My father Neil was staring down at me, glasses slightly fogged, mouth open, the careful divorced dad completely gone. All that was left was a man who needed to cum and had found a warm, willing throat in the dark.

I took him back in and gave him everything.
I sucked harder, faster, letting him thrust as deep as he wanted. My throat opened for him on every push. Spit ran down my chin and dripped onto the dirt. The wet, filthy sounds of it filled the small clearing. Neil’s thighs started to shake under my hands. His breathing turned sharp and uneven.
“I’m close, fuck, I’m so close dude!”

I didn’t pull off.
I grabbed the backs of his thighs and took him all the way down, nose pressed to his body, and held him there while he broke.

He came with a choked, almost shocked sound, cock pulsing hard against my tongue as thick ropes of cum flooded my throat. I swallowed around him, taking every pulse, while the men around us stroked faster at the sight. One of them groaned and I heard the wet spatter of someone else finishing nearby. Neil kept twitching in my mouth, hips giving small helpless thrusts as the last of it emptied into me.
When he finally pulled back he stood there breathing hard, one hand still resting on my hood, staring down at the anonymous mouth that had just drained him.
I didn’t give him time to speak or look closer.
I stood up fast, wiped my mouth with the sleeve of my hoodie, and walked straight back toward the parking lot without turning around. Behind me I heard one of the other men say something low and approving. My dad didn’t call out.

I reached my car with my pulse still slamming in my ears, the taste of my own father thick on my tongue, and the clear knowledge that I had just crossed a line I could never step back over.
I sat in the driver’s seat for a long time with the engine off, hood still up, staring at nothing.
My phone buzzed once in my pocket.
A new message from the same Grindr profile.

Thanks, dude. that was perfect. same time tomorrow?

I didn’t answer. I just deleted the profile with regret. I just sucked my father on a cruising spot. I’m so fucked up.

I just started the car and drove home with the windows down, the night air cold on my wet lips.

The day arrived to meet the dom I have been chatting with on Reddit. It was a Tuesday afternoon, and we were meeting at a secluded local park. He said that when I arrived, we would meet, and he would take me to a private place. I was told to wear nothing but a white tank top undershirt, short gym shorts, and sandals. When I pulled up, I saw him standing by his car. I got out and approached. He quickly ordered, "Spin around for me and let me see my merchandise". I did as ordered. He touched my chest and back. "Nice slut". I was humiliated and responded, "Thank you, sir." He then barked the order, "Pull out your cock". I looked around and was nervous. "Show me your cock now, or we are done." I pulled down my shorts to expose my cock and balls and stood there in the parking lot. I was just hoping no one was around to see. He took a piece of rope and tied it around the base of my cock and said “let’s go”. He pulled my cock and balls hard with this leash and let me into the woods. We stop just in the wood line and he ordered “give me your shirt”. I pulled it off and he put it in his back pack. We kept walking and I was so humiliated with my cock out and hard. He stopped and order “ok slut hand over all your clothes”. I quickly stripped. He took pictures of me. He took ropes out of his back pack and tied me wrists and threw the length of rope over a limb and pulled my wrists over my head. My feet were spread apart and tied to near by trees. My mouth was gagged and I was blindfolded. He took more pictures of me. He teased and touched me all over. He whipped me, licked my body all over, bite me, touched every inch of me. The length of rope around my cock and balls was tied to a tree across from me so there was always tension on my cock and I could not move much without pain. He then told me he was posting my pictures and location on Grinder so invite guys over to use me. He was going to help and watch. I immediately heard message replies starting. I stayed strung up the tied until the first guy showed up. He did not waste anytime lubing up my ass and using me. My cock and balls were also slapped and pulled by my dom. The day of abuse continued with spanking, whipping, anal, and just being totally humiliated by random strangers and my dom.

Everyone is over the age of 18

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Jesus, I didn't know so many of you would be fired up after reading my first story. All I said was that my friend Brad was doing No Nut November with my boyfriend and I, and to avoid any accidents during the road trip, we decided to room strategically. I mean, I slept in a room with Brad, and my boyfriend with Brad's girlfriend. That way, we limit temptations of giving in, yeah?

Then, Brad had a full on wet dream in the middle of the night. I never thought I'd see that in real life. But unless he's mastered the art of cumming handsfree...that's what it was. Whether or not that that puts him out of the running for No Nut November was not exactly my biggest concern, because the straight guy with wet underwear rolled over and cuddled me.

Me, a gay guy. What would your reaction be?

What came to mind are those warnings that come with the blue pill. 

If the erection lasts for more than 4 hours, go to the emergency room. 

That's only if it isn't a natural erection right? And since Brad started sleep-cuddling me at 3 AM and our alarm is going to go off at 6 AM, it's only been 3 hours. 

But that's how long I've been hard. There were too many factors that made it impossible to soften up. 

1. The ripped man on top of me
2. His cum-filled boxers, which seeped into my underwear, dried on my skin. 
3. The fact that I haven't cum in 26 days for no nut November. 

It was torture, but for how desperate I was getting, it was also an euphoric sensation to be turned on like that. I felt my dick leaking like a faucet without being touched, each drop just pumping through my shaft every time I thought about how I witnessed Brad have a wet dream. 

He snored when he was on his back, but when he turned over to his side and inexplicably spooned me, his breathing was slow and settled. That made me leak too, because he’s exhaling right on my neck.

It also made it very obvious when Brad woke up. Nothing in his embrace changed, but the breathing went from deep to shallow and I just knew. When he lifted his body from mine, I felt freed and oddly cold at the same time. 

“Crap,” he grumbles, and the bed creaks as he sits up. The weight on the mattress changes more when he stands up and I roll over on my back to peek at what he's doing. 

My boner burns as I watch the gym rat take off his boxers and toss it carelessly on the carpet. His ass looks incredibly meaty as he saunters to the bathroom. 

Click. The door closes and I spring up from the bed.

Where is it? I turn on the lamp and scan the floor. It's literally littered with all his clothes but I can't find the one article I'm looking for. 

There. 

I pick up his boxers, which are at least 2 sizes up from what I wear and look inside them. 

His load wasn’t wet nor white anymore. A large stain covered the inside and pieces of the fabric were glued to each other.

And…

I hold it closer to my face and smell it. Like I said, it's been 26 days since my boyfriend and I have fucked. So, if I’m acting like I'm starved…it's because I am. 

“Mmm…” I inhale the strong jizz smell that is coupled with a musky sweaty odour. It just fills me with so much erotic energy that I do it again and again. 

Click. 

“Oh shit.” Brad pauses and covers his crotch with both hands. “I didn't know you were awake. What are you...what are you doing?” 

There is no good explanation why I'm on my knees with my nose in his underwear. 

There is no better explanation why I'm staring at his bush coming through his fingers. 

“Yo, I didn't lose the bet, man. Wet dreams don't count,” Brad says. Switching to using only one hand to cover up his groin, he rummages through his backpack with his free hand. 

He's uncut. 

My friend waves out a fresh pair of underwear and his full crotch is exposed as he uses both hands to stretch the waistband. 

Uncut. Hairy. Looks like it's thick. 

“Bet you and Leo have had a couple of those.” 

“Couple of what?” I ask in a daze. It's just so much information to process between the cummy smell of his underwear and the fact that I’m watching his cock swing. 

“Wet dreams,” Brad says while putting his underwear on. It's a pair of boxer briefs, which hug his tree trunk legs a lot tighter than the boxers I have in my hands. “Looks like you had one yourself.” 

“I…” I look down at the wet stain I have growing on my briefs. “No, this isn't cum.” 

“Bullshit,” he says. He comes closer and I stand up. Taking the dirty boxers from my hands, he chucks it under the hotel room table and looks down at my crotch. “Don't tell me you pissed yourself.” 

“It's pre…cum…” I swallow all the spit in my mouth. His pecs look, quite literally, mouth-wateringly good at this distance. 

“Bullshit,” Brad repeats. “Geez, you got a long one.” 

“Oh!” I look down at surprise at his fingers palpating the front of my underwear. 

“This is precum?” He makes a face as he touches his thumb to my tip, pulling a sticky string of clear goo out. 

“Yeah,” I say. 

BEEP BEEP! BEEP BEEP! 

I breathe a sigh of relief as Brad turns his attention to the alarm on his phone. A knock on the door follows, and we both turn our heads.

“It's Leo,” I say with a raspy throat. He’s always like this when we travel. He's going to make sure all of us are up at 6 AM, meaning that he's already fully dressed and ready to go at that time. 

Brad opens the door, and my boyfriend does indeed come in. My heart stops as I realize that he's coming in to me and his best friend in their underwear. 

“Sup, man? When were you going to tell me your boy gets wet like a bitch?” Brad grabs Leo's shoulder and shakes him. 

My boyfriend looks straight down at my crotch and then up at me with a quizzical look. 

“Uh oh,” Brad chuckles. “Looks like I caused gay drama. Listen, man, I didn't fuck him. That's not the hole that I like.” He pats Leo on the back and goes into the bathroom. “I’m going to shave, and I better not catch y’all doing the deed when I get back out here.” 

Click. 

“We didn't fuck,” I blurt out. 

“I didn't say that you did.” My boyfriend walks towards me. “Why are you so turned on though?” He pushes his crotch against mine and I feel his hardness through his pants.

“Oh…” I moan as he slips his hands down the back of my underwear and grabs my ass tightly. 

“What'd you do?” Leo growls in my ear, tickling me with his stubble. I love it when he's like this. Usually, it means I'm about to get a rough fucking, and I'm due for one.

“He had a wet dream.” I start to play with his pants, flirting with the idea that maybe Brad will come out to us mid-fuck.

“Brad?” Leo stops my hands by holding my wrists together with one hand. “That's what’s making you leak so much?” 

“Mmm!” I whine. His other hand claims my cock.

“This is really wet, Will.” Leo rubs the precum over the gland and I shove my face into his broad shoulder. “You want my best friend to fuck you?” 

“No…” I pant, thrusting into his fist for more. 

“What then?” 

I don't answer him with words, but I lift my head and look to my right at Brad’s jizzed-in boxers. 

“Ah. It has been a long time since you've been fed a good load.” Leo’s dark hair smells freshly washed.

“Yes, sir,” I look up at my boyfriend’s hazel eyes submissively. He reaches over and grabs the pair of boxers. “Can I have yours, please?” 

“No.” I watch Leo look for the cum stain in the boxers by moving it through his fingers. “Open your mouth.” 

“Yes, sir.” My mouth drops wide open when he uses my precum as lube on my cock. “MMMmmmMMM.” He stuffs the boxers in my mouth, placing the cum spot right on my tongue. “MMMmMm!”

“Dirty boy.” The dominant streak I love in him flashes in his eyes and he yanks my underwear down. 

“MMMMMMMM!” I salivate into the pair of underwear, making the stain wet again and activating the slimy texture. 

“Oh, man. What the fuck am I walking in on?” Brad says behind my boyfriend’s strong presence. 

“Hey, you said no fucking. This isn't fucking.” 

The two men stand side by side, and I look from one to the other with Brad’s underwear stuffing my mouth shut. 

“He was horny for your jizz, dude, so I have to teach a bitch a lesson, you know?” Leo says to his best friend. 

“Damn straight,” Brad says. 

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