Fantasies of Masculine, Mature Men
My appreciation for mature, masculine, gentlemen.
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Even though I went to college in my hometown, I decided to stay in my own apartment. It was my way of trying to be independent, but still with the comfort of knowing that home, and my family, weren’t too far away. I worked part time at various places just to make enough money to pay for rent, since my parents were helping me with the college tuition.
It was also a way for me to explore the gay lifestyle. I knew I was gay since I was a teen. I haven’t told my family yet, but I think my older sister suspected it. She had stopped trying to match me up with some of her friends. When I turned 21, I decided to start going to gay bars and adult clubs. I particularly liked this one adult club that catered to mostly older men. I discovered that I find older, hairy men quite a turn on, and this club seems to have quite a bit of them. Most of them are men on their way home from work, typically married, and usually very horny.
I think it was my 4th visit there late one afternoon. It was right around the end of the work day, and there were a lot of men in business suits walking in. By the time I got there, the place was already jumping. Men were in various state of undress, and in various sexual acts. I quickly got a locker, dumped all my clothes into it, and walked around with a small towel wrapped around my waist. My eyes feasted on the mixture of young and old bodies, hairy and smooth, slim tight bodies to husky and bulky. It was my type of crowd.
I was walking past a group of people standing around someone who was on his knees. A man who looked like he could be a double for Tom Selleck was getting his cock sucked by the kneeling man. I stopped to admire the Tom Selleck look-a-like. He had a body that I would love to run my hands over, muscular chest, thick hair covering his torso, and thick, hairy arms. And from the look of it, he was enjoying the blow job he was receiving.
I had to take a closer look, mainly to admire more of this gorgeous man. I got close enough that I was standing almost right next to him as he continued to pump his considerable penis into the kneeling man’s throat. My eyes was focused on this stallion who, from the heavy breathing he was making and from the expression on his face, was getting close to his climax.
Soon enough, I he threw his head back, and his loud grunts announced his nut. He grabbed hold both side of the cocksucker’s head and shoved all of his cock deep into his throat as he unloaded his seed. My gaze roamed all over his spasming body and down to his crotch where I could hear the cocksucker’s throat choking and swallowing the semen being pumped down this throat.
It was then that I opened my eyes wide in shock. As the cocksucker’s mouth slowly retreated from the man’s crotch, I saw his face for the first time. Even though I’ve never seen it this way, which was with a stiff, still-spurting cock sticking into his mouth, I recognized that face. It was the one I’ve seen all my life.
This is a lot of man. Can you handle him and give him the satisfaction that he demands? Are you man enough?
It is an hour before my wedding. We’re just about ready to leave the house and head on over to the church. My mom and the rest of the family have just left, and my best man just called me letting me know that he and the rest of the groomsmen are already at the church. I guess it is finally time for us to go there.
Dad comes right up to me and we automatically hold one another. I look deeply into his clear brown eyes. There are no more words we can say to each other after all these years. As he hold me in his arms, our lips meet. The sweet kiss dissolves into a wet, passionate kiss. His tongue is as commanding as ever, battling with mine and exploring my mouth. I thrust my tongue into his mouth, giving him as good as he is giving me.
By the time we break our kiss, we are both breathless. Our lips are smeared with saliva, but I know that my dad cannot look any more handsome to me. I hold on to him even tighter, afraid to let go.
He must have sensed it. “It’s gonna be OK, Gary,” he says. “You know what your mother and I want. Just give us a couple of grandkids, and you don’t have to worry anymore. We will be together always after that.”
I nod. I have already understood the plan. I look once more at dad while he has his arm wraps around my shoulder.
"We should get going" dad says.
Our lips meet once again as we kiss - the kiss of two lovers.
Ever since mom and my younger brother left to spend the weekend at my grandparents place, dad and I have been fucking our brains out. Barely 5 minutes after we got back from dropping them off at the airport, we were tearing at each other’s clothes. Dad ended up fucking and cumming in my ass 3 times last Friday night.
We fucked 5 times on Saturday, and twice this morning on Sunday. I don’t know how dad does it. Suddenly, there is a lot of spring in his step for a 57-year old man. And dad is as randy as a teenager. His libido can outstrip any teen, and just can’t get enough of my ass.
Tonight, our last night together before mom gets back tomorrow, he has already dump a load in my guts before we had our supper. Now, after we cleaned everything up and I’m spending the last night in bed with dad, I can see that he’s ready to go another round. After all that fucking, I can also see that dad is having a longer time trying to get his dick hard. He’s horny, but even his dick is showing sign of exhaustion.
But it seems that dad has a trick up his sleeve, so to speak. He opens the drawer on one of his bedside stand, and slips it around his cock. Whoa! Dad has a cockring? He continues to massage his dick as it glistens with all the lube that he’s using. Soon enough, his dick is back at full hardness, all 9 inches of it.
I turn onto my front, and hike up my butt, offering him the hole that he has truly owned this weekend, and which is still full of the cum he deposited earlier. Without any trouble, dad slips all 9 inches into my anal cavity. When he bottoms out, we both moan in pleasure.
"Even after all that fuck, your ass is still tight, Davy" dad says.
I smile, but that only makes me tighten my ass muscles even harder, causing dad to groan. Soon, I had to bite into a pillow as dad starts to power fuck my battered hole.
This is one of the few times that you don’t mind meeting someone who sits on the fence.
One son lay on top of the other, offering their hungry holes to their father. Dad is in ecstasy. Two tight, young butts are exposed for him to fuck, his two sons just can’t get enough of his mature cock.
He has been fucking his eldest son for the past 5 minutes and about to switch over to his younger son lying at the bottom of the pile. He has been taking turns pounding both ass. He also realizes that both of his sons, during the last round of being fucked, have been squeeze their ass muscles tighter, as if trying to trigger his orgasm. Dad just smiles. He knows that these two brothers have a competitive streak, and they each are trying to be the one to coax his cum deep into his ass.
Dad is determined to try and last as long as he can as he alternates between the two eager asses. Damn, he can’t believe what a lucky father he is!
I kept watching this man walk around the pool and I noticed from time to time that his speedo seemed to be a little more full in the front. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of him. He slipped a hand down in front of his suit and adjusted his cock a couple of times and got me raging hard in my own speedo.
On one of his laps around the pool, he was walking passed me when I let out an audible, but soft, “Woof.” He turned his head and looked back at me. I took that opportunity to adjust my own hard dick and watched as this older man gave me a grin of approval. He motioned with a quick nod of direction with his head to follow him. I could tell before he turned away that his cock was pushing the limits of his speedo.
I followed him into the men’s locker room and when it was obvious that we were alone, he grabbed my body tight to his and rammed his tongue deep down into my throat while his one hand groped tightly to my throbbing cock. He found his way to my ass with his thick fingers and was massaging my hole while he continued to tongue fuck my mouth. This Daddy was hot hot hot. Before I knew it, he had my trunks on the floor and was ushering my head down to his crotch. His cock was pushing hard against his suit and it practically lept forth when I pulled down to reveal it’s massive size. A good solid 8.5 inches and a gorgeous cut head that I knew would just barely fit in my mouth. I didn’t have much time to admire his manhood before he was fucking my mouth and moaning loudly. On my knees getting skull fucked, eyes watering and gagging from time to time I was stroking my own cock and in heaven. His nut sack was full and slapping against my chin until I finally broke free of his cock and started licking and sucking on his nuts as he stroked his cock in approval. He wanted more than a nut and cock sucking. He pushed my head further back until he was squatting with his lightly hairy ass over my face and pushed his puckered pink hole to my mouth. “Yeah Eat Daddy’s ass, boy.” He was grinding his ass tight against my tongue. I could taste the chlorine from his swim and feel the warmth inside of his hole as he continued to open for me.
He pulled me up off of my knees and began to kiss me deeply again while grinding his hard cock against mine. He was dripping wet with precum and his cock slid nicely against mine. Both of his hand were gripping deeply into my ass pulling my cock harder against his as he continued to grind and press against me. His breathing quickened and his kisses were more intense, and then he pulled back. “Damn…I don’t want to cum like this. I want to breed your ass first.”
He walked me back to the shower area where it was a bit more private. The hot water was running down our bodies and this man had me up against the shower wall with his face buried deep into my ass. I’ve never had my ass eaten like this before. I swear at times I could feel his entire tongue moving in and out of my hairy hole. His mustache felt amazing the harder he pushed against my ass. First he used a couple fingers to get me loosened up and I was riding and pressing back against his hand enjoying the size of his fingers deep inside of me. Then I felt it. The head of his cock pressing just inside of me. Oh My God this man had some great girth and was hard as fuck. His precum helped him work his cock inch by inch inside until he was all 8.5 inches deep. Within only about 5 minutes of his dick fucking me, I could feel that I was about to explode. He was hitting my prostate with every single penetration. His huge balls were hitting hard against my ass as he fucked me from behind. He made me bend over so I was practically holding my own ankles, but I kept having to place a hand on the shower wall to steady myself and to keep my head from continuously hitting the tile. The change of positions kept my load from shooting out, but I was so close.
He fucked me for a good 15 minutes before he pulled out of me and ordered me on my knees in front of him. “Are you ready for this load? Your ass has worked up a great reward boy. I’m going to shoot all over your face and make you swallow what’s left.” I didn’t hesitate and immediately took his cock into my mouth where he continued fucking me just like he was still in my ass. About that time, the curtain to the shower opened up and another man with a huge erection entered our shower stall. “Bill, I see you found another boy to take care of your daily needs.” “Hey, Steve…why don’t you join us. His ass is more than ready for you.” Steve wasn’t nearly as long as Bill, but he was THICK! I repositioned to all fours and Steve wasted no time getting behind me. His cock was stretching my hole even wider and I couldn’t help but to let out a few, “AHH SHITT, DAMMNN.” but Bill quickly solved my vocalizations by stuffing my mouth with his cock again. I was in the middle of two sexy, hot mature men. I think they both were in their late 50’s to early 60’s, but they were hard and knew exactly what they wanted.
Bill’s breathing again started to quicken and he let me know he was going to deliver his load down my throat. He wouldn’t let my head budge from his cock as he pulsed and blasted his first 2 shots deep down into my throat. I didn’t even have to swallow. Then he quickly pulled out and continued to shoot all over my face, Slapping his dick on my mouth and forehead. Steve couldn’t contain any longer after seeing Bill shoot all over me. He was fucking me hard and then pulled out of me. I heard him shout and then felt a large splash of hot cum land up on my shoulder blades. His next loud shout was him shooting all over my gaping hairy hole. Then he shoved his cock back into me with a force that caught me by surprise. He continued to unload his cum deep into my ass and fucked me until Bill traded spots with him. “I think I’ve got one more in me.” Bill didn’t fuck me long before he was exploding more thick cum into my ass. When he slid out of me, it felt like a gallon of cum spilled from my hole. Bill and Steve pulled me up and both of them started sucking on my cock and balls while Bill’s large fingers, 3 of them, found there way back into my freshly fucked and cum filled ass. With a loud exclamation, “AHH FFUUCCKK I’M GOING TO…CUUU” my Dick pulsed and I sprayed both of the men with my load. Both of their mouths were open and ready for my load. Cum dripping down Bill’s Mustache and Steve’s Goatee was coated in my seed. They continued to lick me clean and get every drop of my cum before they stood up and both men shared their cum kisses with me. My legs were trembling and I was exhausted. These men gave it to me good. We helped each other shower off and continued to kiss and caress in the shower. Then Bill said, “Why don’t we meet up later at my place and get to know one another a bit more.”
My dad was the last person I expected to come out as gay. He’s a burly, gruff cop and moonlights coaching baseball at the local junior college. But two years after he and Mom got divorced he pulled me aside and gave me the talk. I told him I was cook with everything and that I had a gay friend even.
That surprised him I think, maybe cause my friends are all rowdy jock type guys. “Really? Which one?”
"Well, I’ll be…. never would have guessed."
I didn’t think much of it but over the next few months Dad and Kevin were getting friendlier with each other. I thought it was just a shared experience that gay guys have or something but one weekend Kevin was staying over and I woke up in the middle of the night only to hear sounds coming from down the hall. Fucking. I got a sinking feeling deep in the pit of my stomach, but I had to see to make sure.
I padded down the hall. Lights were on in Dad’s bedroom. Lights on. I could see everything in its full obscenity. My friend face down on the mattress. Dad’s naked body mounted on top of him, holding him down. Screwing him.
Dad looked up, saw me. I gave a feeble sorry but couldn’t move. I was frozen to my spot, nervous, ashamed and transfixed on the sight in front of me. Part of me felt betrayed, part of me turned on.
Dad now stared at me the whole time, his burly body heaving with powerful inward thrust. “You wanna see your father come?” he asked. His face a mix of pride and sexual heat.
He kept fucking, and staring right into my soul. Eventually his steely gaze got lost in his O face and I watched as my dad ejaculated inside my friend.
The two of you have been eyeing each other for the past 5 minutes. Finally, his head tilted slightly, pointing to a part of the beach surrounded by huge rocks. You followed him from a distance, admiring the plump, round globes of his ass that moved in rhythm with his walk. He reached the area first and disappeared from your view as he moved on between the rocks.
When you got there, this hunk was leaning against a huge rock. He was more gorgeous than you expected. His body was very muscular and covered in a black layer of hair. You resisted the urge to pounce on him and run your hands all over his torso. But what caught your eyes was the bulge in his tiny swim trunks. You could easily see his desire for you, and it was almost fully erect.
This was going to be a wonderful day at the beach.
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I was happy to be home for Thanksgiving, and sleeping in my old bed. Being away from my family for college was exciting, but also difficult, since I’m very close to my family, especially my dad.
That first night in my old bedroom, even though I was tired, I couldn’t sleep. I stayed awake till I was sure everyone was asleep, and then I started to listen to the tell-tale sounds. It was close to midnight when I heard those familiar creaking of the floor, and then, finally, the sound of the door handle to my bedroom turning.
I lifted my head and looked at the door. He walked into my room wearing a robe. He closed the door quietly, and walked closer to me. Without saying a word, he removed his robe, revealing his naked body in the dim glow of the night.
I pushed away the bed covers, revealing my own naked body and my dick that was already hard. I could see in the faint light a smile on his face. He immediately got onto the bed and laid on top of me, the weight of his body almost squeezed the air out of my lungs. His hairy body rubbed against my smooth, hot skin. I look at him, his face hovered above me for only a second before he crushed his lips against mine. We clawed at each other, two long-lost lovers trying to devour each other’s essence, as if needing reaffirmation that it wasn’t a dream, and the other was real.
I lost track of time, of how long we were passionately kissing each other. But when we finally broke our kiss, both of us were breathing very hard. My hands were still caressing and grabbing every inch of his body that I could reach. He moved his lips to my ear.
"I’ve missed you so much, son" he whispered.
I hugged him harder. “I’ve missed you too, dad.” I replied.
It was tough being away at school, and being away from my dad, my lover. But that night, while everyone else was asleep, we made love twice to rekindle our desires for each other.
I had just finished lunch and was walking back to the office when I stopped and did a double take. Right there, among the big police motorbikes, and among other police officers, was Officer Randall. I smiled when I saw him smoking on a stogie. Just like him to not give a damn what the police regulations tell him what he can and cannot do while on duty.
I continued to admire this rugged, handsome face partly covered by the standard regulation sunglasses. His close-cropped hair framed his wide, strong face well. His police shirt hides what could possibly the widest and sexiest chest I’ve seen on a man. The pecs are the size of dinner plates, and I was sure that his wife enjoyed bracing her hands on those while she’s riding him during sex.
Looking down further, his tight slacks shows clearly the thick, muscular thighs that he had. His entire outfit did nothing but simply amplified the masculinity of this man, the authoritative figure of a man of power in a uniform that signified that he’s a man’s man.
Except that this specimen of a butch man liked to spread his wide thighs and legs apart, urging me to bury my 9-inch thick cock deep inside his hungry, married ass. Yes, you heard that right. You may see a top, masculine man, but with he was in bed with me the half-a-dozen times we hooked up, Officer Randall was a slutty whore who just couldn’t get enough cock and who couldn’t wait to be pummeled into submission.
As I stood there watching him, I was replying the last hookup we had about a week ago in my townhouse. How I had his legs on my shoulder, how we had been going at it for at least half an hour with me pounding his hole in various positions, and how he was begging for me to release my semen deep inside his guts.
I couldn’t hold back any longer and unleashed a week’s worth of cum inside this officer of the law, this married man with 4 kids, this hunk of a man who was begging to be bred with another man’s seed. Fuck, that was one tremendous rush.
I snapped myself out of my day dreaming when I saw that he was about ready to ride off. Good thing too since I was boning up real fast and starting to tent my suit pants. As I continued my walk back to the office, I made a mental note to drop Officer Russell an e-mail and see when he would be free next. I was sure he would like to be on the receiving end of another week’s worth of thick, hot cum.
I have no delusions about my dad. He doesn’t have a well-toned, muscular body. No 6-pack abs. He doesn’t have a handsome face. Most would call him rugged, a face that was born out of hard, physical work. The beard he wears makes him look even older than he really is. His body is hairy, and might even be too hairy for some people. I know that it has turned away a few women that he tried to approach. With his beard, his height and size, he just intimidates a lot of people.
But the one thing he has that very, very few people get the pleasure of, is his huge, fat cock. It gets to 11 inches long, and is as thick as my wrist! It is an appendage that most men would envy of. The head itself is almost the size of someone’s fist. And for something that gets that big, it gets to be rock hard when it is fully erect, able to support its own weight and size. It is the best part of his body, and yet, people do not get to see it or are even aware of it.
Other than a few women that he had managed to bed, no one else knows about this body part of my dad. Except me. For the past 4 years, ever since he and mom divorced, I’ve been dad’s constant sexual outlet. And that means that I am the lucky one to not only taste that huge manrod with my mouth, but also have impaled myself many times on it. And let me tell ya, after being fucked and bred by this horse dick, you’ll be spoiled. No other dick will satisfy you as much as this one. The bulbous head rubs and strokes my prostate just right, I cum every single time without even touching myself. Even dad makes it his mission to get me to shoot off my cum hands free. It turns him on to know that he has that much control of my body, and that he is man enough to make his bitch cum just from his fucking. And only then, will he let loose and spills his thick, copious semen deep inside my ass. By the time he’s done, his seed often leaks around his plunging rod as my guts is completely filled.
Oh yeah, my dad may not be a looker, may not turn heads when he walks down the street. But he is 100% all man and a real stud.
"Fuck yeah, are you ready for me kid? Think you can handle it?"
“Do it, dad! My hole is hungry for it. Breed my ass deep!”
"You got it! Here it comes son. Here it comes! Up your tight butt, kid! Up your fucking butt!!"
“God damn it! I can feel it shooting in me! C’mon old man! Give me all you got!”
"Ugh! Ugh! Great piece of ass! Sucking the cum out of my balls!"
“My ass feels so wet and full!”
"And it is still squeezing my dick. Fuck, that is one hungry hole!"
“It’s hungry for your dick and your cum, dad.”
"Do you want me to pull out, son?"
“Don’t you fucking dare! Leave it in there until it falls out.”
"I don’t think it will. The way your ass is squeezing on it, I’m gonna stay hard."
“Good! Cuz I want you to fuck my ass again. Do we have time?”
Looks at the clock.
"Yeah. Your mom won’t be home for another hour."
"You got that right. Hold on tight! Daddy’s gonna ride that ass again!"
I often look at him intently, like I am right now, while he’s sitting at his favorite chair doing nothing after he gets home from work. He could be reading his papers, browsing the web on his iPad, or just reading a book. He often has his dress shirt unbutton, sometime all the way down to his waist. And this drives me crazy. I lust after his lush, hairy chest, and I’ve jacked off many times while imagining my hands running through that hair, how it would feel on my fingers, and how it would taste when I lick it all over.
And I hate myself for being damn jealous of mom. She gets to sleep with him every single night, gets to see him naked in bed with her, and more importantly, she gets to stare onto that handsome face and that mesmerizing green eyes hovering above her as he fuck her deeply. Every time I hear them having sex, I had to jack off my dick as I imagine that I was on the receiving end of dad’s hard pounding.
"Fuck!", I say in frustration, and before I can stop myself, I realize that I said that out loud. Dad looks up from his iPad with a quizzical look on his face.
"James? What’s going on?" he asks. Then, I saw his gaze drops to my groin area, and to my horror and embarrassment, I see a prominent bulge in my jeans that clearly outlines my fully-erect dick.
"It’s now or never, James", I told myself.
Picking up hitchhikers can be risky. You just never know the type of characters you might encounter. He could be very dangerous, he could held you up and rob you of every cent you have. Or he could do you bodily harm. But even if he didn’t do all that, he could do something to distract you from driving safely at 65 mph. You may try to keep your eyes on the road, but he could be distracting you with what he’s doing to you. He’s putting your safety in jeopardy.
So heed my advice. Don’t pick up hitchhikers.
Chopping wood can be hard work. And often times, it can give one a woody.
Out in the jungle, isolated from other people, there is no better way to enjoy the freedom of being naked in the outdoors. It is also appropriate for one to spill one’s seed onto the ground and give back to nature what one has taken away.
John realized that as he got older, he needed to take care of his body and his health. Having made that decision, he started making plans to exercise a bit more. So the next morning, he got up early, got dressed, kissed his wife, and got out of the house to start on a 2-mile brisk walk. He felt really good about it, and pretty soon, was even enjoying the walk.
When he got home all hot and sweaty, he decided to cool off by lounging in the back patio. He took off his shirt, and laid down to enjoy the morning sun and to relax from a good walk. He was enjoying himself and having a calm, quiet time when he realized that he could look right into his son Brandon’s bedroom through the window. In fact, much to his surprise, Brandon was sitting in front of his computer right by the window at that moment. John could only see Brandon’s lower half, but it was enough that he realized that Brandon was jacking off while watching something on his computer screen.
John felt uncomfortable at spying at his son, but he couldn’t take his eyes off at the sight of his teen son stroking his already-considerable dick. John continued to watch his son with fatherly pride at the size of Brandon’s appendage, smiling slightly at what Brandon had obviously inherited from him. It was then that he became a bit troubled when he realized that he was fully hard while watching his son masturbating. He looked at his tenting shorts, and his 9-inch dick already made its way out of his underwear and struggling to tear through the fabric.
John spread his legs wide and took his stiff prick out. It sprang up completely hard, and he looked at it in amazement. He couldn’t remember the last time his cock got this hard all by itself without any physical stimulation.
His admiration of his own dick got diverted when he heard faint sounds of moaning coming from Brandon’s bedroom. He looked at the blur of hand stroking his son’s dick. He knew that his son was closed to popping off hot teen sperm any second now. John was tempted to stroke along, but he was mesmerized by the sight of a young man about to lose himself in the throes of an orgasm. And he wasn’t disappointed. John saw Brandon’s hips lifted off his chair, followed by a fountain of thick, white fluid shooting off repeatedly from the engorged cockhead. It was breathtaking. John estimated that the first few shots must have launched themselves about 2 feet into the air before landing and splattering all over his son’s chest and stomach. With fatherly pride and lust, he counted at least 7 substantial spurts coming out of his son’s spasaming cock. He knew then that there was a good chance he would have grandkids when Brandon got married.
It took a few minutes before his son finished off his climax, his body covered with fresh teen sperm. John’s own cock was leaking and was demanding attention. He was about to grab it and give it a quick stroke when he was interrupted.
"John??!!" he heard the voice of his wife from the kitchen window. He quickly sat up trying to cover himself, but it was too late. There was also no way he was able to hide his stiff prick inside his running shorts. He looked at Brandon’s bedroom window, and he saw the look of shock and surprise on Brandon’s face as he saw his dad sitting on the lounge chair with his stiff dick sticking out prominently.
"Oh shit!" was all John could utter at that moment.
Well, if you can’t talk your way out of a ticket, you could always blow your way out …or at least, I always manage to.
I love swallowing straight cop cum.
And stand back! Looks like it is about ready to blow!
On second thought, move closer and clamp your lips tightly over the head and swallow!
I was downstairs in the den, watching TV and trying to do my homework at the same time. I heard door to the garage opened and the sound of my younger brother and sister running up to my dad who just got home from work. The two rugrats were yelling at the top of their lungs, telling him all they did today at school. Soon, I hear dad talking to mom, I guess catching up on the day.
I was already getting hard in anticipation, and I took the risk of taking off my t-shirt. It wouldn’t take much to get me naked since I only wore a loose gym shorts with no underwear, but I didn’t think we would have that opportunity then. I tried to continue with doing my homework, but I just couldn’t concentrate much on it anymore.
It was half and hour later when I heard footsteps coming down to the den. I looked up, and there was dad, still in his dress shirt and slacks. He had removed his necktie and jacket, but he still looked as distinguish as a high-powered attorney would be. He was simply, to me, the most attractive man that I knew, and I would not be surprised that he won many of his cases just because his looks mesmerized the jury members, both men and women.
"How’s your day, buddy?" he asked me as soon as he stood by me.
"Great, dad. Lots of homework, but nothing that I couldn’t handle", I replied.
He smiled. Without saying a word, he took off his pants and underwear, and unbutton his shirt, slowly exposing that exquisite, sexy hairy chest that I lusted after. Once his torso was exposed, he sat back on the sofa, his thighs spread wide apart. His stiff dick already telling me his desires.
"We don’t have much time before supper." that was all he said.
I knew exactly what to do. It was a routine we both were familiar with. I crawled in between his wide opened legs, and grabbed his hardened penis. It quivered at my touch, and at the anticipation of what was to come. I moved my lips closer to the moist tip and opened wide.
I figured I had about 5 to 10 minutes to get my appetizer before tonight’s dinner.
I’d say this about dad’s new farm hand: he has a huge dick that almost tore my ass apart! It hurt like hell when he shoved it up my hole that first time in the barn. I cried in pain during the entry, but my dick stayed hard the whole time.
And damn it if this stud could go on for hours. That afternoon, he bred my ass 3 times. My ass was so sore after that, I couldn’t ride in the saddle for several days.
Over the summer, to earn some money during school vacation, I worked as a gardener. I mowed lawns, raked the leaves, etc. One of the houses that I worked at was this rather large house belonging to Mr. Gates. He lived in a secluded part of a neighborhood. He had a huge yard, and I knew that he had a regular gardener that tended to his garden. But I think he felt sorry for me and hired me to do some simple stuff a day a week.
The reason why I remembered Mr. Gates’ place was because I often see people visiting him in the late afternoon. I’d see several vehicles, often close to 9 or 10 of them, parked in his driveway and in front of his house. I saw men coming out of these vehicles and entered his house. And they were always men. I never recalled seeing any women coming along. These were also not I would consider regular, ordinary men. Even under their clothes, I could tell that they were well-built, muscular men, many of them quite handsome and attractive, even the ones who were older.
Even though I was curious, I didn’t try to find out why there were men regularly visiting Mr. Gates’ place. I could hear noises coming from his covered patio area, but I didn’t think it was any of my business to find out.
Until one day.
I was working on Mr. Gates’ yard as usual when the vehicles and the men started coming. By then, I had gotten used to seeing such a thing. But I wasn’t sure what made me look up at just the right moment from tending to a bush of roses when I saw a vehicle driving up that looked familiar. It stopped right at the bottom of the driveway. The vehicle door opened, and out came a man dressed in a business suit, obviously just came back from work. If you looked at him, you’d guess that he’s a high-powered, successful business man, distinguished-looking, rather handsome and masculine, and probably commanded attention. And you’d be correct. How did I knew this? It was because that man was my dad!
I was sure he didn’t see me hunching over behind the rose bushes. I wasn’t sure if I should just stay there, or try to wave at him, but my surprise at seeing him there kinda froze me long enough to see him rang the door bell and then walking into the house.
It was then that I had to find out once and for all why all these men visited Mr. Gates’ house. I decided to wait until the men stopped arriving, and until I could hear the noises coming from the patio. That was the longest half an hour of my life!
By then, I had already made my way to the tall bushes that fenced in the private patio area. As I got closer, the sound of voices got louder. It didn’t take long for me to know what was going on even thought seeing anything yet. I could hear the sound of moaning and groaning, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh, and raunchy sex talk. By the time I peek through and saw what was going on, my suspicion was confirmed. It was an all-male orgy. And somewhere in there was my dad!
I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Men were getting it on with men. There were men giving and getting blow jobs, and several men fucking each other. And the way these sculptured men’s bodies were on display, they could easily be a scene in a porno movies.
After I got over my initial shock, I started scanning the crowds in search of my dad. I was difficult trying to see through the various naked, writhing bodies. It took a while before…. oh my god! I think I found dad! He was lying on a mattress, his legs resting on another man’s shoulder while he was being fucked in his ass. Holy crap! I could barely make out his face from such a distance, and my view continually was blocked as naked bodies walked in and out of my sight of him. All I could see was the vigorous pounding the other man was giving him, causing his body to shake with each slam of the flesh. He was grabbing the other man’s butt, and that was when I noticed that he still had his wedding ring on, reminding me that he’s still married to my mom.
I should have been made and disgusted at him, but for some odd reason, I wasn’t. On the contrary, I was extremely turned on and my dick was rock hard by then. I continued watching dad getting drilled by this man when suddenly, the man gave one finally, power lunge and threw his head back. Several loud grunts followed as his body convulsed. I could plainly see that this man was dumping his load into my dad’s butt.
It was a couple of minutes later that the man slowly pulled out of dad’s ass. It was then, even from that distance, that I noticed that the man wasn’t wearing any rubber. Dad was fucked raw! It was too far away for me to see any cum leaking out of dad’s hole, but just the knowledge of it was enough to make me unzip my pants and take out my leaking cock.
Dad laid there on the mattress, trying to recover from the hard fuck he had received. His legs was splayed out wide, as if inviting another fuck. His hairy chest was heaving as he tried to catch his breath. And he had a contented smile on his face. I looked at his cock that was hard and quivering, and realized that it was the first time I saw dad’s cock fully erect.
My view of dad was interrupted when another man stood in between dad’s spread legs. I could see that he was another muscular man. He looked like he was raring to go. His dick was huge, at least 9 inches long, and it was fully greased and shinny. Sure enough, he crawled in between dad’s spread legs, grabbed dad’s ankles and lifted them up high and wide apart. My eyes widened as I was about to see dad getting screwed again!
"Enjoying the view, Alan?" I suddenly heard a voice behind me.
I quickly turned around and saw Mr. Gates standing behind me, completely nude, and with a smile on his face.
"Er… Mr. Gates, sir. I’m so sorry. I heard noises and …. ah… I was curious… gosh, I’m so sorry, sir." I replied in panic as I realized that I got caught spying on his activity.
Instead of being angry, Mr. Gates continued to smile.
"Really, Alan. You could have just told me you want to join us. I would have welcomed you in. After all, you have just the body to fit right in with the group." Mr. Gates said as he ran his hand over the t-shirt covering my chest and abs. I was still busily trying to stuff my dick back into my shorts when he grabbed my wrists and stopped me.
"C’mon, Alan. Why don’t come with and join in the fun right now? If you like older men or muscular men, we have plenty of them for you to choose from" he continued.
The thought of joining an orgy excited me, but then the thought that my dad was in it kinda scared me.
"Oh no, Mr. Gates. That’s not necessary. I think I’ll just finish up here and leave. I’m so sorry for spying on you like that. It won’t happen again. I promise." I tried to make an excuse.
Mr. Gates moved closer to me. His naked body was now rubbing against mine. Without warning, he crashed his lips against mine, his tongue forcing itself into my mouth. I got caught by surprise and didn’t know how to react. However, the hot, passionate kiss eventually got to me, and soon enough, our tongues were dueling each other.
We were connected for several minutes before our lips parted. “Damn, I’ve wanted to do that ever since you first knocked on my door looking for odd jobs.” he said. “Come, Alan. Let us join the fun. You’ll have the time of your life!”
As Mr. Gates grabbed my arms to take me to his orgy, I could swear I heard dad’s voice among the sound of men having sex yelling “Fucking stud! You’re gonna fuck the cum out of me!!”
John Peters was my next door neighbor growing up. He was a quiet, corporate suit-and-tie guy but he’d played baseball during his college days and still had the telltale bulk of an athlete. He was actually the star of my first masturbation fantasy. I felt instantly guilty and a total oerv for thinking about him that way - I mean this is the man who coached my little league team and had helped me out when I was trying to improve my batting average in middle school. Eventually I came to terms with my attraction to men and my active, sometimes perverted fantasy life. I no longer blushed when I saw Mr. Peters in public.
In fact since i’ve graduated college and moved back to Marietta, my former neighbor and I have hit it off. We’re in the same fantasy baseball league so practically every night I’m over at John’s place watching games and comparing scores. It was one of these nights that he casually mentioned the hot tub he had installed last summer.
"You should try it out sometime, Champ," he said, using the nickname he’d given me back in middle school.
I agreed and the next afternoon I brought some trunks and after the game was over we started up the tub. The water felt awesome but even better was being able to look at Mr. Peter’s hairy chest up close. I was starting to bone up in my trunks so I knew I had to be careful. I started to count backwards in my head, think of baseball stats, anything to keep my mind off a nearly naked Mr. Peters.
It was a lost cause though when he announced he needed to take a break from the hot water and hoisted his forty-something body onto the ledge. The skimpy white speedos he was wearing were now see-through wet and clung magnificently to his genitals. My heart skipped a beat. It was almost like Peters was bared nude for me, and he was living up to every jerk-off fantasy I’d had through the years. His cock and balls were just perfect.
"Sorry Champ, I guess these trunks cling a little when wet. Ellen always hated ‘em," he referred to his ex-wife.
"No sir, I think they’re hot," I blurted out before realizing it. I suddenly wanted to crawl into a hole in the ground.
Instead of get angry or freak out, John seemed to mull over what I said. Then smiled. “Those trunks don’t do much to show off your stuff, Champ.”
"Maybe I’ll get a pair like yours sir," I said, now excited beyond belief. Then taking a chance, I stood up and unlaced my board shorts. As they dropped into the water, Mr. Peters got a good view of my raging hardon.
"Nice," he whispered. "You ever had sex in a hot tub, Champ? It’s an unbelievable feeling."
Yes, I’ve been spying on my dad taking a shower.
Dad and I are usually the last ones to leave the house. Mom usually takes my sister to school on her way to work. I have classes later in the morning, and dad doesn’t leave till mid morning.
One morning, I was walking out of my room and walking past my parents’ bedroom when their bedroom door was opened. I didn’t now what made me looked in, but what I saw stopped me in my tracks. The door to the master bathroom was partially opened, and I could see dad’s reflection as he was showering off the mirror on the bathroom door. I didn’t even have to walk into the master bedroom to see his naked, wet body.
I didn’t know why, but I stood there staring at my dad. I’ve seen him naked at the gym before, but I had never looked at him for a prolonged period of time. I started to admire the tightness of his body for someone his age. And the lush covering of hair all over the front of his body just added to his masculinity. I realized then that I was getting turned on looking at my old man showering.
After that day, I tried to spy on dad almost whenever the opportunity presented itself. Some time the bathroom door angle wasn’t right and I couldn’t see the reflection of it. On those days, I leave the house disappointed. But on other days, I got good, full views of him lathering his wet, hairy body. It got to the point where I was jacking my cock while I spy at my dad.
Then, a week ago, things got even hotter. I made my way to the master bedroom door as usual that morning. This time, rather than just taking a shower, I saw dad stroking his hard cock. Holy shit! I immediately took out my own hard dick and soon was stroking along with him. Damn, I’ve never seen him pleasuring himself before, and this was the first time I saw his dick fully hard.
I came ahead of him, catching my cum with my hand to make sure I didn’t splatter all over the hallway. Through the haze of my climax, I saw dad’s legs buckled a bit, and as he thrusts his hips forward, his dick shot spurt after spurt of white cum, the same cum that made me many years ago. They all landed in the bathtub and flowed down the drain with the rest of the soapy water.
Strangely enough, since that day, every time I spied on dad in the shower, he masturbated every single time. And I wasn’t complaining in the least bit. I was enjoying the show, like this morning. I am standing at the master bedroom door as usual, but unfortunately, the door wasn’t angled right. I can only see dad’s body partially, and it is driving me nuts that I can tell that he’s already jacking himself off, and I can’t see the whole thing.
I decide to be bold. I slowly creep into his bedroom, hoping to stand closer to the bathroom door and see his full reflection. Because of the furniture in the bedroom, I have to stand almost right up against the entrance to the master bathroom before I can see his full reflection. Dad is already at full speed. He has worked up a lather around his stiff cock, and he has a tight grip around the shaft as he picks up speed. I quickly unzip my pants and take out my own stiff dick to stroke along with him, as usual.
I am getting close when dad does something I have never seen before. With his other hand, he reaches around, and I swear, he sticks his fingers up his butt hole! My eyes open wide with surprise, and that triggers my climax unexpectedly. I try to cup the shooting semen with my hand, but force of the climax is strong, my cum is shooting so far that several shots splatter the bathroom mirror on the door! I look at them in horror through the gaze of my orgasm, and can’t stop the spurting fountain coming out of my cock.
As the last of my cum dribbles out of my cock, I find myself breathing hard and trying to figure out what to do. But when I look up to look at dad, I realize that I have bigger problems.
Dad is staring directly at me…..
"Oh yeah, that’s it, boy. Give your daddy a wet kiss while I fuck your tight, little hole. It’s so hot seeing you making out with your daddy while I pump your ass. I bet your dad is turned on seeing his son getting fucked by another man. Look at how hard your daddy is right now, boy! He likes seeing you take a big cock up your butt.
Go on, kiss your daddy some more. Get him really turned on, and you know why? Because after I’m done with you, I want you to see your daddy getting fucked by this same big, fat cock. Oh yeah, boy. Your daddy is a whore for hard, big cock. You’ll see him spreading his legs wide for me and begging me to pump him hard and deep. But this time, I’ll do it in front of his own son!
This is fucking hot!”
On the way from his neck heading down to the stiff pole in between his legs, my fingers happily got lost in the dense forest of hair on his chest. They couldn’t find their way out and lingered around by rubbing the massive, muscular pecs, and the delicious-looking nipples. They could spend the entire day just running around the dark, curly hair and hiding between the two mounds of chest muscles.
But alas, the urgent call from the quivering penis beckons, and my fingers made my way down through more lush forest of hair along his abdomen, and finally reaching the jungle of pubic hair surrounding the prize. The fingers are happy, and they knew exactly what to do to the stiff rod that was eagerly waiting for them.
"Damn it, boy! That was way too easy. I took you down with almost no effort. You didn’t fight much, did you. In fact, I think you want your old coach here to pin you down, didn’t you? You want to feel my hairy body on top of you, dominating you.
Well, you’re getting it now, boy. Do you feel my huge, stiff cock rubbing against your butt? Do you want me to take it out of my jockstrap and shove it hard into your tight, little ass? You’ve been wiggling that slutty butt at me all year long, tempting me to grab it and use it. Now you’re gonna get what you’ve been asking for. I’m going to pound that hole of yours into pieces. I’m going to breed it with my hot cum and make this ass mine.
Isn’t that what you want, slutty boy? Huh? Tell me!”
“Fuck yeah, coach! Do it! Fucking take my ass and fuck hard and deep!”
It didn’t take long for word to get around. Soon, there was a line of men forming, waiting for their turn sample Chad’s mouth. As a cock hound, Chad was in heaven. Cocks of all sizes and shapes were knocking at his lips, waiting for him to swallow to the root. And Chad was good too. He could deepthroat even the biggest one of them. The more his eyes watered as he was sliding it down his throat, the more turned on he got.
All in all, the fund-raising event went extremely well. Chad and I collected a lot of money for the charity. We even threw in the tips that Chad got from men who left satisfied and with a smile on their face after shooting their loads down Chad’s throat.
Still, I was looking forward to going home and getting some of that hot mouth on my own dick. I had been hard all day watching all these men used his mouth.
Damn, I’m such a lucky father to have a son like that!
I knew that I couldn’t move, and I didn’t want to. He sat on my legs and kept me immobile. I just laid there on my front, and offered my hungry hole to him.
"Fuck, this hole is still tight!", he exclaimed in between thrusts. I smiled and squeezed my sphincter muscle even tighter, trying to give him as much pleasure as possible.
"I’m not gonna last long in this ass. You want it up your butt, son? Tell me, I want to hear it!" he yelled at me.
"I want your cum up my ass, dad! Do it! Shoot it deep into my body!" I yelled back.
I felt a tremendous push as he buried his huge dick deep inside my ass. I couldn’t see him, couldn’t see the expression on his face or how his body trembled, but I could feel it. His loud cry and the repeated grunts announced to the world of his orgasm as he shot his sperm into his son’s body. I started to feel the warmth spreading from deep inside my guts as his semen flooded my insides.
It took him a couple of minutes to drain every last drop out of that dick. When he finally recovered, he sat back on my upper tights, still breathing heavily. Without warning, he gave two hard slaps on my butt.
"Damn amazing piece of ass!" he exclaimed.
I smiled, and squeezed my ass even more, trying to keep his softening cock from shrinking out of my hole. I was glad mom and my little brother won’t be home for another couple of days.
The look of revulsion that crossed his face the first time he caught me staring was unmistakable. I couldn’t help myself when I saw him adjusting himself inside his hugely bulging swimsuit and he recognized the hunger in my eyes. He might have looked insulted, but his stride became more confident as he joined his family on the beach. Whenever he glanced back to check if I was still watching, a smile crossed his face. It wasn’t long before he strutted past me and mouthed, “Follow me.” A man’s pride is a powerful force, and getting his ego stroked can be as seductive as any beautiful woman.
"How about out here?"
“Are you kidding? People in those apartments can see us!”
"Yeah, so? We’ll put on a show. Give them some excitement in their pathetic little lives."
“Mike, you can’t be serious.”
"I’m dead serious. It will be fine."
“I’m not the first person you’ve brought up here, aren’t I?”
"Nope. And you won’t be the last either."
“No Mike, I can’t. I’m not comfortable with this.”
"Look Bill, I’m your boss. Either you do as I say, or I’ll give the Miller project to someone else. It’s your call. But if you want it, and I want to have you bent over those railings and fuck you like a dog till I breed in that sweet little ass of yours. And I don’t care who gets to see it. Do you understand?"
"So, do you want the Miller project or not?"
"Great. Now why don’t you start by crawling in between my legs. I want to see that cute face of yours choke on my hard dick. And I think there are a few people out there who want to see it too."
It was the craziest and riskiest thing we ever did. The house was full of people. Downstairs, I could hear the ruckus of the sound of adults and children voices as everyone was busy chatting and preparing for the Thanksgiving meal. I could hear footsteps outside my door of people walking back and forth, either going to the bathroom or grabbing something from the closet.
Yet, in my room, I was on my knees in front of my most favorite uncle, Uncle Joe, giving him the best blow job that I could muster. He was sitting on a chair, his pants discarded, and his legs wide apart to give me access to every inch of his hard dick. He had unbutton his shirt, since he know how much I love running my hands across his hairy torso, which was what I was doing while sucking on his dick. I could never get enough of this man, and it killed me that he lived so far away that I could only see him a few times a year.
Uncle Joe was getting close, real close. His rapid breathing told me he was about there. As I heard a loud crash of something that had fallen downstairs, Uncle Joe tried to stifle his cry as he unloaded his cum into my mouth. I swallowed repeatedly as his cock gushed spurt after spurt of the warm fluid. My hands never left his hair chest, and I pinched his nipples to heighten his pleasure and caused him to pump even more cum into my mouth.
After I siphoned the last drop out of his cock, I leaned back and jacked off my own stiff cock while I look at this hairy, sexy man. His has kept his body in an amazing shape through the years that we’ve fooled around, and just looking at him was enough to get me hard.
Uncle Joe sat back on the chair, looking at me stroking my dick, and he smiled as he said to me “Hey, maybe later tonight, after everyone has gone to bed, I’ll sneak back into your room and fuck that ass of yours.”
Upon hearing that, my cock exploded with ribbons of cum spewing all over my chest.
I turned the corner and almost bumped into him.
"Oh, I’m so sorry, Mr. Decker. I didn’t know anyone was still here." I quickly said while grabbing the towel that was flimsily wrapped around my waist.
"That’s perfectly alright, Jonathan," he replied. "I had just finished my shower after my regular workout here." Mr. Decker is the principal of the school, and I’ve seen him at the school gym often doing his workout late in the afternoon after almost everyone has left.
"Why are you still here, Jonathan?" he asked, while he continued to dry his wet body with the towel. I couldn’t help watching the drops of water clinging to the hair on his chest and dripping down his arms. Fuck, this man was sexy!
"I was helping coach clean up the equipment room when he got a call from his wife and had to leave quickly." I replied. "I was going to take a shower before I head home."
He smiled at me, still standing there buck naked in front of me, and carrying a conversation as if we were two guys chatting in the hallway. I was getting a bit concerned because I could feel my dick slowly plumping up, and the towel I was wearing will not be able to hide much, if at all. My eyes couldn’t help but made quick glances to his hair chest, his juicy nipples, the dense bush at his crotch, but most importantly, to the forbidden fruit of his loins. That was when I discovered that, holy shit, he was getting hard as well!
I think he saw that I noticed it. He smiled even wider at me.
"So Jonathan, I had already planned on working late today, so no one is expected me to be home right now. What about you? Are your parents expecting you home right now?" he asked.
"No, Mr. Decker. I had told them that I was helping coach this evening. So they aren’t expecting me to be home for supper, even." I replied. By now, I knew where this was going, and my dick was already tenting my towel.
"Ah, that’s good," he said. His hand reached out towards me. Without warning, he yanked at my towel and let it dropped to the floor, exposing my naked body and the 7-inch hard dick sticking out in his direction.
He licked his lips when he saw it. Then he said “I’ll accompany you in the shower. I think I missed a spot here.”
It was 3 weeks after I moved into my new apartment that I saw him. I’ve seen him and his wife before from a distance and had noticed where they lived within the apartment building, but this was the first time I saw him that way. I happened to had gotten up early that morning, and was brushing my teeth in the bathroom. The weather was beautiful that I had all the windows opened. And outside of my bathroom window was where I saw him, standing on the balcony of his apartment, stark naked.
I remember that I almost choked on my toothbrush when I first noticed him. I had to rinsed my mouth, rubbed my eyes to make sure I wasn’t imagining things. But yup, there he was, standing by the railings, early in the morning, with the birds chirping nearby, exposing every inch of his skin to the world.
I started getting hard as I watched him, and ended up jacking off and shooting all over the bathroom sink and vanity, while he was sunning himself on his balcony. I wasn’t sure if was aware that I had a clear view of him from my bathroom window, of if anyone else had a clear view of him as well. I didn’t care. All I knew was that he did this a few times a week.
It became almost a ritual for me from that moment on. I would wake up early and stand by the bathroom window at around the same time each morning, hoping to catch him in his birthday suit. And 2 to 3 times a week, he didn’t disappoint. And sometime, I hit the jackpot. Usually, when it appeared that he was either at home by himself, or if no one else was around, he’d lay down on the lounge chair on the balcony and jack himself off. And I would stroke along with him.
One month into this, after I had jacked off all over the bathroom sink again, I decided to throw caution to the wind, and made a decision to get to know him better, and to see if I can seduce him to come back to my place. I didn’t know how exactly I was going to do it, and how I was going to get around his wife, but I was going to give it a try. I was determined to get his naked body.
Think of spending a lazy afternoon doing nothing else but running your hands all over that hairy body and pleasuring that stiff cock. You know he wants you to. Just look at that desire in his eyes and that slight come-get-me look on his face. When he spread his legs even wider, you know he wants you now.
What are you waiting for?
He was sitting on my lap facing away from me, riding my hard dick. I didn’t even need to see it. From his cries, from the way his body was convulsing, and from the miraculous contractions of his ass ring, I knew he was having one mind-blowing orgasm. What couldn’t see was how much and how high he shot his cum all over himself.
I didn’t have time to dwell on that for too long because even before his orgasm subsided, mine came like a ton of bricks. My loud grunts announced to the world of my seed exploding deep inside his anal cavity. The squeezing of his ass muscles milked as much of my juice as it can, flooding his ass with millions of my babies.
It took a while before we both recovered. Sweat covered our bodies, and in his case, a layer of cum splattered all over his tight, young body. He leaned back against me, still breathing hard. I wrapped my arms around him, rubbing his cum into those tight muscles.
"That was fantastic, as always, dad", he said.
I smiled. “It was, sport. You are amazing as usual.” I replied to him.
"And to think that we got that all recorded on that camcorder", he said, reminding me of that device pointing in our direction.
I smiled even wider, knowing that I was wrong. I would get to see how much cum my son shot when he came just now.
This is how exhibitionist terrorists have sex.
It never fails. The more inebriated he gets, the hornier he becomes.
Dad often comes over to my house on Sundays during game day. Mom usually doesn’t come along since she knows it will be nothing more than dad and me watching football games on the big-screen TV in the basement. My wife either go out shopping, visit her friends or relatives, or find some excuse to be out of the house while us men show off our testosterone while watching game after game of men chasing after a ball.
I found out quite a while back that dad gets real horny after a few beers. First it was just seeing the bulge in his pants that he was messaging. Then dad got bolder in subsequent visits. He would take out his dick and started to jack off right in front of me while we were watching the game. I decided to join in the fun and jack off alongside my old man. It was one of the most intense orgasm I’ve had at that point when we both came at almost the same time. I think watching my dad’s shooting off his semen, the same semen that created me all those years ago, somehow made it all a bigger turn-on.
It didn’t take long before the next visit came along and dad decided that he’ll shed all of clothes before proceeding to pleasure himself. I remember being a bit taken aback, and a bit hesitant then because my wife was in the house that day. She could had easily walked downstairs to the basement and see my drunk dad in his birthday suit, with a stiff dick in his hand. Luckily, that didn’t happen. I stroked along with dad that day, but this time, I get to enjoy not only seeing him pleasure himself, but also seeing the rest of his broad, hairy body. Damn! I didn’t realize that my dad was still in a terrific shape even at his age. His strong chest and thick, muscular arms would put most men to shame. And for some reason, I had a strong desire to run my hands all over that hairy chest, and to rub against the nipples protruding from the thick hair. And finally, seeing dad shot his cum all over his chest and stomach was more than I could take. I came in buckets, soiling my shirt and pants, and even shot right up to my chin! I think dad noticed this and somehow knew that I was turned on by just looking at him.
Dad took it a step further the next time he came by. After he downed the his fifth beer, off came his clothes. Since the wife was gone for the day, I follow suit. I took off all of my clothes and sat down buck naked like dad. Things started out as usual, but then, dad were paying more attention at me than at the game on TV.
"Hey buddy, how about you come sit next to your daddy and give him a helping hand?" he said. I suppose I shouldn’t be shock at hearing that, but it was still unexpected. I sat next to him, and before I knew it, he grabbed my hand and brought it over to his stiff cock. I knew exactly what he wanted, and I grabbed my dad’s cock and jacked him off. I started with slow, teasing strokes, and progressed to giving him a tight grip and a fast pace. It was so freaking hot! I knew that he was about to explode with those thick, milky-white cum that I’ve seen. I didn’t know what happened, or what drove me to it, but without thinking, I bend down and swallowed my dad’s dick into my mouth.
That must had taken dad by surprise, because the unexpected sensation of a hot, wet mouth around his cock push him over the edge. His cock erupted and gushed creamy white fluid into my mouth. I eagerly sucked and swallowed and fast as I could as dad grunted with each shot.
When it all ended, I was suddenly scared at dad’s reaction. That feeling didn’t last long. As soon as his dick slipped out of my mouth, dad grabbed my face and crushed his lips against mine. His tongue prodded into my mouth as he tasted remnants of his cum. It was the hottest kiss I ever had, so hot that I came without even touching myself.
Since that day on, game day means blow job for dad. He now comes over for basketball, hockey, and even tennis! Any excuse to spend time with his son. Only now, I don’t even have to get him drunk to get him horny. Even before finishing that first beer, dad is usually buck naked and ready.
It is a very discrete, high-end men’s store. It carries some of the most expensive men’s clothing anywhere in the world. Its clientele are among the wealthiest men in the world, and demand the best in what they wear.
There are no sign on the door, and no indication on the outside of the name and identification of the store. There is no need to. The who’s who knows what it is and where to look for it. All clients arrive at the store by appointment only.
And while people flock in front of Macy’s wonderful window displays, especially during the holidays, the “window display” at this store is unique and one of a kind. It shows men, real men, not just mannequins, wearing the clothes, the accessories, the shoes, etc. that are available in the store. All the men are well-built, and show off the various clothings and accessories in the best possible ways. But that’s not all. These men on display may also be in various state of dressing, or undressing, depending on the display. The clients are encourage to examine, to touch, to feel all the merchandise in the store, even those on the men on display. Often, the touching goes beyond just the clothes. It is an unwritten policy of the store that, if so desired, the client may have a “private showing” of various items with one or more of the men. There are several private viewing rooms that are available, all complimentary.
Every single client coming to the store leaves totally satisfied, and will have typically spent, in just one visit, more than what the average person makes in a year. This store is fully booked for a full year.
The story has been told and passed down for generations in my family. It tells of a mystical place deep in the woods where an altar had magically appeared. Through the generations, the first-born son in each family had undergone a ritual that only a few people knew about.
I was a first-born son, and so was my dad, and so was his dad. For three generations, this ritual had continued, as I heard when I was told of it by my grandfather. When I turned 18, I was to undergo the same ritual, where things will be revealed to me that I didn’t know before.
That morning of my 18th birthday, we traveled for almost 2 hours into an unfamiliar part of the country. It seemed that we went for miles into the thick forest, where the air suddenly became chilled and humid. We had long gone off the paved roads, and our 4-wheel drive vehicle were heaving around rough terrains.
When we finally stopped at a clearing, my grandfather, my dad, and I got out of the car. I shivered a bit from the cold, misty air surrounding us. Without a word, I followed dad and grandfather further into the woods. We walked for at least another half an hour.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, I see this shinny silver altar right in the middle of the wooded area. It looked completely out of place within its surroundings. I looked at dad and grandfather, and they just nodded at me.
I knew what I had been instructed to do. So I approached the altar and laid down on it. As instructed, my head went beyond the edge of the altar, causing it to hand down slightly.
My grandfather approached me, and whispered into my years.
"You know what to do, Will. As soon as you are ready, you need to close your eyes and not let it open until you hear my voice again. You will feel a presence near you, and then let you instinct take over. Do what comes naturally, and don’t fight it, no matter what you think of it. Do you understand?" he said to me.
"I do, gramps", I replied.
And with that, both him and my dad walked back to where we came from, leaving me there by myself. I took a deep breath, and then closed my eyes tightly.
I couldn’t tell how long time passed. It might have been 10 minutes, it might have been an hour. I only realized something was happening when I heard the rustling of the leaves that didn’t accompanied by a blowing wind. The sound was getting louder, and I knew without a doubt that something, or someone, was approaching me. Soon, the feeling of the presence of this being was strong, and I could almost sense the heat from it. It was standing near my head.
Still unsure what I should do, I tried to relax and tried to let my instinct tell me how I should react. The being has stopped moving, but I still could detect its presence, as if it was standing right near my head. This went on for several minutes, as I search through my soul for directions.
Without warning, and without thinking of why, I opened my mouth wide, as if I was expecting to receive something. I kept it wide open for at least a couple of minutes before I felt something touching my lips. It was soft and rigid at the same time. Soon, more of it entered my mouth. When it touched the opening of my throat, I started to gag. It withdrew a little until I recovered, and then it went in again. This was repeated several times until, somehow, I got the hang of it and it began to slide further and deeper into my throat. It felt as if this thing never ended. I wasn’t sure how long it was, but at that point, I simply accepted this object that was invading my mouth.
Again, this went on for several minutes as more and more of this object plunged into my mouth and down my throat. Finally, I felt something pushed against my face. It felt like the object where the tube in my mouth was attached to. It was pressing against my mouth and my face. That, and the combination of the long tube buried down my throat were cutting off air to my lungs. But that didn’t last very long. Soon, the tube was withdrawn from my throat, allowing me to breath. But again, the whole process was repeated several times. I was getting quite adapted to doing this before too long.
It was then that something triggered in my head. Each time this thing invaded my throat and my face was pushing against this, a familiar smell lingered. My mind was busily trying to remember where I’d smell it before. It felt familiar and comforting, as if it was something I remember from my childhood, something that I associated with the feeling of warmth, comfort, and safety. It was the feeling of being hugged and being loved.
And then, it hit me. I knew that smell. I grew up with it all my life! Dad!!
The sound of the door to my bedroom being opened wakes me up from my sleep. I turn around, and I see him entering my bedroom, loosely wearing his robe. He looks at me, and I can see the desire in his eyes.
Without saying a word, he let his robe falls to the floor and walks over next to my bed. His desire is plainly obvious by the stiffness of his erection as he towers over me. He looks down at me with a smile on his face.
"Please, son. I need you so badly." the first words he utters since he walked into the room.
I look up at him, at his protruding, massive erection, and his muscular hairy body, and my desire for him is as strong as his. I know what he wants, and it is what I need as well. I drain his stiff cock with either my mouth or my hungry ass.
I just wish that, after all this, he doesn’t have to go back to bed with mom in their bedroom.
This is a preliminary summary of an investigation on the reports of an unknown creature that had been spotted in the hills in this part of the country. Many thought it was the Big Foot creature, or the Sasquatch. Unfortunately, weeding through all the reports was not easy, because people tend to embellish things, and often these were other rational explanations that were mistaken for this mysterious creatures.
However, there were a handful of reports that perked my interest. These were accounts from interviews of 5 different people who claimed to have had a direct encounter. And strangely enough, these description were the least “colorful”, the least sensational, and the shortest of all of the other reports that I’ve read. But what made them stand out was the almost-consistent and uniform description of what they saw and what happened to them, as opposed to the wildly differing accounts that were in the other reports.
The “victims”, if you can call them that, varied in age from 20 all the way to 60. So we had a college student, a car mechanic, a hunter, a sales clerk, and a retired school teacher. Their description of what happened sounded almost identical. All the encounters took place in the middle of the Fall season. They saw a creature lurking in the woods, and suddenly, out come a figure that looked like a human being. A male human being, because all of them described this creature as being completely naked. A few of the victims initially thought it was another person and tried to ask who he was, but all they received were some incomprehensible grunts and sounds as if it came from a bear.
But what happened next was what made the consistency of the story stood out. Each victim suddenly felt the compulsion to get to know this creature. They either moved slowly towards it, or it came towards them. Up close, they could tell that the creature looked like a man. Light hair covered his body, and he was sporting a reasonable-sized penis (more on this later). The body was large and substantial. It stood almost 7 feet tall with a husky built. It looked big, but the victim didn’t feel threatened by its presence.
The next sequence of events were described almost to a “T” by all of the victims. The creature approached them, and before they knew it, it crushed its lips against the victim’s mouth, invading the victim with the creature’s strong, demanding tongue. It was the moment when they exchanged saliva that the victim felt a strange feeling going through his body. All of them described it as the feeling of “extreme horniness”. The victim simply clasped tightly against the creature’s body, as if not wanting to let go.
That was when the creature proceeded to remove all of the victim’s clothes. It then placed the victim on the ground, got in between the victim’s legs, and attached his lips to the victim’s anus. As with the passionate kiss earlier, the creature’s tongue entered the victim’s rectum, and proceeded to pleasure the victim by prodding the prostate.
This went on for several minutes before the creature got up onto his knees, still in between the victim’s spread legs. By then, all the victims reported that the creature’s erection had grown substantially. All the reports estimated that the appendage had to be between 10 to 12 inches in length, with a width of around 3 to 4 inches in circumference. At that point, it is believed that the creature proceeded to perform the main intention of the encounter. Without warning, the creature entered the victim’s rectum with his engorged penis. Strangely enough, none of the victim reported any sense of pain, even though all of the victim reported to had never had any anal penetration before. Some reported slight discomfort, but everyone of them reported the sense of being masturbated from the inside. All the victims revealed that their own penises were fully engorged and they were feeling extremely stimulated by then.
The creature then proceed to engage in anal sex with the victim. All the victims reported that the act lasted between 5 to 10 minutes. During that time, the creature continued to grunts and made sounds that were incomprehensible to them. Upon reaching climax, the creature pushed his entire body against the victim’s posterior, causing the huge appendage to penetrate deep into the victim’s anal passage, and with a loud cry, ejaculated warm fluid into the victim body. This fluid may had trigger something in the victim, because all of them reported that that was the moment that they themselves reached their orgasms and started to ejaculate their semen all over their bodies.
Reports after that were sketchy. A few of the victims passed out. By the time they recovered their consciousness, the creature was gone. The others reported that the creature withdrew quickly and then immediately disappeared into the woods.
Unfortunately, none of the victims reported this incident until weeks later. We have no sample of the fluid that was ejaculated inside the victims’ bodies. No medical examination has been done on the victims at this point and it is unclear if they will agree to such an examination. None of the victims have conveyed the story to other members of their family and friends, probably due to the realization that they had engaged in anal sex with the creature that had been in the news lately. This calls into question of the possibility that there are more victims out there who are hesitant to report their encounters.
Based on the reports that are available, my preliminary conclusion is the following. This creature lives in the woods in this region. The Fall season is the mating season for this creature, and the victims that it found were its breeding partners. Its saliva may contain chemicals that induced its partner to be more receptive to be bred. This might explain why the victims experienced the state of “extreme horniness” during kissing, and why they did not experience any pain upon penetration by the creature’s enormous penis.
The mysteries here are that if there are more of these creatures around, and why did it picked regular human, and glaringly, only men, to breed? Did it not know that it is picking a breeding partner of a different specie, and that its breeding partner cannot actually be impregnated?
In any case, I fully recommend that these 5 victims be given a thorough medical examination, and that their health be monitored for the next several months. We have no clear indication of the fluid that was injected into their bodies would produce any reaction in the future. I also would like to suggest that I lead a group of 2 other investigators to explore the relevant area of the forest where the creature had been spotted. This will be done over a period of about a month during the height of the upcoming Fall season. With any luck, we hope to make our own encounter with this mysterious creature.
I’d say it weighs a good, solid pound. It is all natural meat, with a creamy filling.
So, do you care to give it a try?
Sometime waiting for the bus can be extremely boring, especially when it is late. So why not enjoy the wait by pleasuring yourself? Who knows, if you’re lucky, someone might just stop by and offer you a free ride.
All-you-can-eat buffet. There’s enough variety here to satisfy everyone.
I have been estranged from my family ever since I came out to them while I was in college. I kinda knew that that would happen due to my dad. He was not only a homophobe, but also a bigot and a racist all rolled up into one. So it wasn’t a surprise to me that I was thrown out of the house. I had never gone back since and have moved on in my life.
A few years after college, I met Lamar, a muscular, tall, 11-inch dick, black lawyer. We hit it off since then and had become regular fuck buddies. While both of us still weren’t ready to get into a long-term commitment, we ended up hanging around one another pretty often. We both enjoyed each other’s company, and I think, secretly, I got a kick of knowing that my dad would be even more pissed if he knew that his fag son was screwing around with a black man.
One day, Lamar mentioned about an outdoor orgy that takes place a couple of time a year at an estate just outside of town. He told me that he had participated in one of them a couple of times before he met me, and he was wondering if I was up to trying it. He told me that men of all shapes, sizes, and age usually showed up at this orgy, so there’s a lot of variety to choose from. I perked up and said yes immediately. I had never been to an orgy before, so this sounded exciting.
We arrived at this secluded estate at the appointed time and date, and immediately checked our clothes. I noticed that everyone was nude and many were already engaged in various sexual acts. There were mouths being stuffed by cocks of various sizes and shapes, and there were asses being eaten or fucked in many different positions. I felt like a kid in a candy store!
Lamar took me by the hand and walked me around the place. And he was right. There were men of all shapes and sizes here. And there were whites, blacks, Asians, Hispanics, and almost all the colors in between. I was in heaven at all the different men to choose from.
The “tour” went well until we got to a particular couple. A bearish black man, with curly hairs covering most of his body, was standing up with his legs wide apart. Kneeling in front of him was an elderly white man, still wearing his glasses, giving him an expert blow job on what looked like a 10-inch stiff, ebony dick. That guy looked like he had been sucking cock all his life from the way he was easily able to deep-throat the entire cock into his mouth. I stood there, shocked and transfixed at what I was seeing.
Lamar stood by me and hugged me at my waist. “Yeah, look at that white man sucking that black dick. This guy is a regular here and he has a thing for black dicks. Wait a few minutes and you’ll see him being plugged at both ends with big black dicks. I’ve had the pleasure of using both his mouth and his tight, white ass., and this guy is good!” he said.
Hearing what Lamar just told me made me even more surprised than I already was. I just couldn’t say a word, but continued to watch this scene. But Lamar had other ideas. After watching this guy servicing the black dick for a few minutes, Lamar walked over to a table, unwrap a condom onto this thick, huge meat, and slathered a generous amount of lube all over it. He then walked to the couple and grabbed the man’s ass, pulling it at the same level as his hips. Without warning, Lamar entered the white, matured ass and impaled the man with his monster dick, causing the man to grimace in pain, all without taking his mouth off the black dick he was sucking.
"Oh yeah, you white trash! Take this dick!", Lamar said.
I couldn’t help it. My dick was hard watching this whole thing. There I was, observing two black man taking advantage of a mature, white man who looked like he could be your typical, suburban older gentleman. Except that this man, this “white trash” that was being spit-roasted by two huge black cocks, was my bigoted, homophobic, racist dad!!
I was still trying to process a ton of things that were running through my head. All these years of him professing his hate towards gays and blacks, all these rhetoric coming out of his mouth spewing venomous filth against groups of people, all these while he himself was a closeted slut who can’t get enough of being fucked and used by the people he professed to hate.
I wasn’t sure what I was going to do. I did know that I couldn’t let this opportunity go to waste and letting him knew that his game was up. I walked over right next to the black man on the receiving end of dad’s expert blow job. It was just in time, because as I stood next to him, he threw his head back and gave several loud grunts as he pumped his load into my dad’s mouth. Doing what any good cum whore would do, dad swallowed every drop of that black man’s juice.
I looked down at the top of dad’s head as he continued to milk that spasaming dick. It won’t be long now till he has siphoned everything out of that black dick, and he’ll look up. I wonder how long it would take before he recognized the face of his son?