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I lived for those mornings when Mom was gone to work and Dad would call me from down the hall. I’d come into the room. He’d be on his stomach, his beefy furry arse in the air.
"Come. Get on and go for a ride, son," he’d say. Shocked? Don’t be. I was my Dad’s son. I wanted hole. I didn’t care how I got it.
So I’d climb on board like he wanted. Slide my drooling tool up inside his hot, creamy hairy cunt. I’d fuck him like a dog. My body pressing into his hairy heat, my hands pressed down on his powerful shoulders, while I pounding up inside his creamy centre.
As I neared climax, I’d press my lips to his to receive his wet, fat tongue finding in his mouth a moist heat to complement the one down below, echoing and intensifying the pleasure, the whole of it fuelled by the nasty transgression.
And so I would breed my dirty dad. Cum inside his guts and fall panting on top.
And then I would gladly pay the price for the ride. I’d open wide to receive his fat drooling tool. I’d suck him off as only a good horny pup can, slurping loudly and greedily until he filled me up with a hot protein shake.
What better way to start the day!
I can’t recall when I went from calling him Mr. Carson to just calling him Jeff but it was somewhere around the time he started calling me Son, at least in private…
My best buddy Sam had gone off to college while I stayed in my hometown, working construction with my Dad’s business and goofing off on the weekends. That meant seeing a lot of Sam’s dad. Sam’s folks had divorced a few years back and now he wasn’t on the closest terms with his father.
But I kept in touch with Mr. Carson. Jeff. Maybe because he was affectionate with me in a way my Dad never was. Maybe because he gave me my first beer. But mostly, Sam’s Dad is smoking hot. Works a corporate job but keeps his ex-Marine body in top shape. I swear, from the head down it looks like he’s still in the Corps.
I’m looking at all of his magnificence, head to toe. Jeff and I just finished our afternoon conditioning swim. Sitting poolside, Mr. C starts to get hard. Usually we wait til later on and Jeff fucks me, but now I want to suck him. And he wants me. I wade over and take his steel hard cock in my mouth.
"Fuck, you’re good," he groans and starts caressing the short hair on my head as I blow him. "I’m glad you didn’t go off to State, Dave. I’m glad you stuck around."
I’m glad, too. Especially when Mr. C cums in my throat.
I don’t know what life would be like if I wasn’t a pro athlete. Maybe the men I hit on would tell me to fuck off. Or they’d expect more out of me emotionally. I sure as hell wouldn’t have the arrangement I do now.
But I get away with murder, really. Spent three years on the road hooking up with a different man every night. Top, bottom, gay, straight, whatever… somehow I convinced these dudes to bend over for me or to service me in the hotel before I had to head to the airport.
Eventually I realized I had a type. Not the jocks, or the buff 20-somethings. I came hardest when fucking men twice my age. Late 40s, pushing 50, corporate types, medium-to-solid build, square jawed, strong nose, thinning hair, silver temples, more salt than pepper. Guys like my Dad.
Matt was my first boyfriend. Dead ringer for Dad, really. I knew I could never introduce him to my parents, they’d freak out at the resemblance. But Matt seemed fine having a closeted athlete for a boyfriend and keeping my condo occupied till I got home from being on the road. And I had the orgasms of my life crawling on top of him, and shoving my bare cock inside him as I fantasized about cumming inside my own father.
I thought he was all I wanted till I met Kevin after one game. Divorced, just turned 50, if I didn’t know better, I’d swear that Kev and Matt were brothers. So I fucked him too. I felt guilty but when he asked if he could give me his phone number I said yes. It took me a couple of weeks to get up the courage to broach a threeway with Matt, but when he said yes, I knew my life had entered a new chapter. That threeway was everything I had dreamed off and more. Fucking back and forth between my two twin daddies, imagining it was Dad and a twin uncle. I think it turned Kevin on to see me so enraged sexually, and Matt, well, the dude seemed to love pleasing me, no matter how much a bastard I was.
Two months later, Kevin’s moving in with us.
I’m working on a third guy now. Ryan. Lifetime Royals fan. I swear baseball gives him a bigger hardon than his wife, cause the last few weekends he’s crashed at my place, patiently waiting his turn at sucking my cock.
I’m thanking my stars I bought a huge condo with room for the four of us. And glad that my men all seem to get along.
I was 21 before I lost my anal virginity. It had been a tough year at school and a tougher year coming out to my family and teammates. They were cool about it all, I guess, but I felt like I had no one to relate to.
I’d read about Palm Springs. An all-gay, clothing optional resort. I saved up my money and went. Day One was a disappointment as the place was kind of empty off season. Day Two I hit the jackpot as a group of about a half dozen hot men arrived from LA for a long weekend.
I got up the courage to sun myself nude and felt a swell of pride to realize that all of the buff guys were checking me out. Some were surreptitious in their glances but one guy openly scoped me out, his erection poking up to reveal his sexual interest in me and my body. He was a big tan muscle guy, bald with a couple days facial growth to give him a rugged look. He nodded in acknowledgement from across the pool. I nodded back. Soon he was joining me. Leaning over me, kissing me, pushing my legs apart and humping my crotch and ass crack. Then pushing inside me.
The penetration hurt at first but somehow soon felt fantastic. Neither of us were in a hurry, but we weren’t holding back either. Especially Mr. Top Man. He fucked me with a sense of purpose and raw masculine power. I could sense his pace quicken and his breath rise. I knew he’d be cumming soon.
The very made my sperm shoot out between our heaving bellies as I had my first, majorly intense anal orgasm.
"Nice one, kid," the man growled, right before he orgasmed.
That week, I got introduced to all his buddies.
I knew that expression well at this point—a look of smug satisfaction crossing his face as I recovered. I gasped for air and swallowed down the thick, sticky cum he had shot volley after volley of down my throat. It certainly wasn’t unheard of for a stepfather to have bath-time with his stepson, but usually the son wasn’t already old enough to vote.
I may be a college athlete with my choice of available ass, but I felt lucky to have Mike Weston as my full-time lover. He was 42, butch, and was an ex-jock turned baseball analyst with a laid-back California attitude. Thing was, he loved taking cock, loved sucking it, love getting it shoved up his muscular hairy ass. That I was literally half his age was a big turn on for both of us.
I got off on his hairiness. That is, till we went to Chicago for the pride parade and I pointed out one of the older muscle leather dads.
"You like that? I thought you wanted me to stay hairy."
I blushed a little, uncharacteristically. “Yeah, I do. I mean I did.” I ran my fingers along his chest and cupped his hard pecs. “It would be fun to see you smooth.”
That afternoon we went back to our hotel room, where I shaved Mike down completely, everywhere but his crotch. He showered off then put on the leather jockstrap we’d purchased. The effect was mesmerizing.
"I take it Junior likes?" my man said as he nodded toward my boner.
"Yessir," I said deferentially. "You’re hot as fuck, sir."
Mike smiled and spread his legs wide, lifting his thigh up to show off his smooth shaved pucker. “Why don’t you eat your daddy’s smooth hole, Junior?”
Dad was supposed the be the grown-up between us, but ever since we first messed around last month, my old man’s been like a kid who’s discovered a new toy. Always hounding me to go down on him. Since I first swallowed his load, he’s only gotten more persistent.
All through dinner he’d been eyeing me whenever he could, and I could just feel the sexual energy build between us, silently and across the family table. So when Mom had a call with her sister, I snuck down to Dad’s workroom. Dad was five paces behind me.
"Sam, I been thinking about your goddamn blowjobs all afternoon," he hissed quietly as he pulled the elastic band up and over his erection. "C’mon, blow your daddy."
Dad had a business trip in Miami right around the time of my birthday, so I decided to skip my Friday calculus class and drive all the way from Gainesville to meet him.
We’d fooled around a lot the summer before I went off to college but weekends like this were special. They meant we could let our guard down a little and have pretty much nonstop sex without worrying about being caught.
It was a Saturday morning and we were have coffee and room service breakfast. Dad had removed his robe and was showing off his boner. I still had my morning wood going from waking up.
“Happy Birthday, Sport,” he said. “Anything you want for you present?”
I looked at him intently. “I think you’d know what I’d like,” I answered softly. I’d fucked Dad once and it was a life-altering experience being inside the man who made me. I often cajoled my father for a repeat ride but he was never keen to repeat it.
Till now. He breathed a quick sigh and rolled over on his stomach. “I figured that’s what you’d want. C’mon Sport, climb on.”
I was beside myself in horniness and excitement but I decided to take my time. Exploring my father’s body, massaging his muscle, eating out his hairy hole, then at last mounting him and penetrating his dadpucker with my eager, bare cock.
“Thanks Dad, this is awesome,” I grunted as I pushed my dick and out of that exquisite paternal ass.
“Anything for my boy. This weekend is all about you, son.”
I lost it right then and there, shooting a million of my little brothers inside Dad.
Sliding into Dad
Oh shit buddy, best honeymoon ever… when does your wife get back from the spa?
John Barnett was about as stereotypical a middle-aged lawyer as they come: pushy, obnoxious, type-A, competitive, and overall just a bit of a prick. Until you got to know him, when he was all those things plus a nice guy thrown in there somewhere in the mix.
I have to confess though that his personality isn’t the real reason I’m dating him. First of all, he’s got a smoking hot body. Even at 44, he keeps his stomach flat and his muscles perfectly toned. When he’s not working (or fucking me), he’s in the gym, doing his religious weight routine and double cardio.
On top of which, John’s hung. I pulled out the tape measure one night and he’s an honest-to-god twelve incher. Never thought I’d see one of those in real life, and they’re even more magnificent in person. The first few times he fucked me it hurt like hell. Now, I can’t get enough. And he knows it, too. The man doesn’t need any more boost to his ego, but being hung like that you can’t help but know you can take charge when and how you like.
Barnett’s the only dude I’ve let bone me bare. Somehow a dick that magnificent deserves to be treated right, not wrapped up in a rubber.
It’s Friday night and John’s come over to my condo after stopping for happy hour drinks with his colleagues. I’m enraptured as he strips off and shows off his giant dong to me, hard and ready for action.
"How’s my favorite NFL player doing this evening?" he asks.
"His ass is feeling pretty empty," I reply, pulling down my sweats and flipping over on my stomach, showing off my muscle jock ass. I spread my legs and wait.
Confessing to my partner John had taken a huge load off my chest. I thought he’d leave me or tell me I was sick or send me to therapy. Instead, as I told him all about how I not only had sex with my father but me and Dad had an ongoing, continuing intimate relationship, my partner’s eyes widened in lust.
"You’re not disgusted?" I asked.
"Fuck no, that’s the hottest thing I ever heard," he said. Desperately he was unbuttoning my jeans
When Dad came to visit us, the threeway fireworks were explosive. For me, it was great to introduce the two men I loved in my life and feel the sexual energy flow between us. For Dad, I think it was a turnon to think he was getting a son-in-law to play with.
John, well he mostly wanted to watch us. Each day around five, he’d ask “Is it time for the dad-and-son show?” Dad and would make out, suck, and fuck in front of John, who’d whack off like made till he couldn’t hold his load back any longer.
Sunday morning, we were getting ready to take Dad to the airport, when John said he wanted to take pictures, to make a video. “Cmon, guys it’ll be so hot.”
Dad hesitated. “I don’t know if I can get it up again. You guys drained me good.”
"At least get naked on the bed," John pleaded. "Make out a little."
So John set up the video camera and got the digital SLR for some stills. It was awkward at first but soon Dad and I were kissing and writing out naked bodies against one another. As we did, I started to get into it, my second erection of the morning returning. As John snapped away with the camera, I felt my father’s hand grip my cock. Pulling a steady masturbatory move with his hand. Trying to pull another load out. It was gonna work.
"Come on, Drew, shoot it. Shoot for daddy. Show your dad what a big grown up stud you are."
The day I stopped chasing prima donna QBs and started fucking the receivers and running backs on my team instead was the day I learned true happiness. Take Carl. 20 years old with a big muscle body nearly ready for the pros. Cocky on the field and a braggart in the locker room but when it’s Coach time, he’s all yessir, no sir to me.
And horny as fuck. Carl agreed to spend spring break with me at my beach house, and I don’t think he’s worn a stitch of clothing all week. And he keeps that snug hole of his permanently greased. He’ll surprise me by treating me to an impromptu blow job before sitting his muscle ass down on my crotch. Or he’ll get on all fours and beckon me to mount him.
I may be shooting blanks by this point, but this nympho jock bottom is making me feel like a million bucks.
I made fun of Dad when I found out he went to a salon to get waxed. My father just shrugged his shoulders and took my ribbing.
"What can I say? Your father has a hairy back."
"No one likes back hair."
"Try me," I said, more to tease him than anything.
Dad got a big smirk. “OK Squirt, you’re on.”
That was two months ago and now Dad’s hair is all grown back in. You know what? I fucking love it.
Ed looked down at the panting man impaled on his cock and couldn’t help but feel pity for the dude’s girlfriend.
It’s not that the dude was willing to have sex with another guy—Ed had been fucking around with men since he was in high school. No, what made Ed pity the dude’s girlfriend was how sub-bitchy this guy got about it. He wasn’t happy unless Ed fucked him hard and rough, on his back, legs up, hole exposed, like one of the whore’s Ed used to visit when he was in the navy. Fucking with a guy was one thing—guys do that—but fucking like a whore? It was just unacceptable to Ed’s way of thinking. How could a guy like that still manage a woman?
His flesh on fire, Matt gripped Ed’s hip and searched for words to give his bursting heart voice. This couldn’t be love—all they did was fuck on Saturday mornings—but it sure felt more thrilling than anything he’d felt with Carla. But what words do you offer a man like Ed? Matt had never, ever told another man “I love you.” He’d barely had a real conversation with any man beyond, “How ‘bout them Sox, yeh?” His eyes searched Ed’s and found no answers he punted.
"Oh … oh Ed. Please. Fuck me harder," Matt panted. It was the best he could do they were the only words that seemed to make sense. "Please. Get in closer." His spine tingled as he felt Ed’d thighs hunch up against his exposed legs.
Ed bit his lip and thrust harder. Bitch always liked it harder, it’s all he fucking asked for. And look at that cock: such a fucking nice cock, any woman’s dream, and here it was, pulsing and twitching, hard as stone without any help, just from a man fucking his ass. Ed thrust sharply upward. Last week, he made that swollen fuck-piece splatter on the guy’s chin this week he’d see if he could make it squirt right onto his nose.
Matt curled his toes. This had to be love. ”Ohhhh! Yes! Ed! I feel you!” I just want you to know I fucking love this I love you. I love your touch. But no, can’t say that. ”Harder!”
Yes, it had to be love, and Matt new exactly why: the first day he saw Ed down at the deli after work, picking up a grinder for himself while Matt picked up baked chicken for himself and Carla, Matt thought, “There’s dad.” He didn’t look like Dad he just had Dad’s aura, that ex-mil, nice-tough-guy swag that always gave Matt a tickle in the pickle. ”Hey, nice sandwich,” he’d blurted at Ed, leaning over towards him in a shameless introduction. He was done letting men like Ed—like Dad—go. His mother had let his dad go once, 15 years ago, and he wasn’t going to be like her.
With a soft, high-pitched squeal, Matt squeezed his cunt hard around the man who would never love him.
Ronny walked in just as Matt, his long-time buddy, was about to leave.
"Hey Ronnie, good to see you, buddy." Matt acknowledge him.
"Hi Matt. You’re all done?" Ronnie asked.
"Yup. I was done about half an hour ago, but I stuck around to chat a bit. I think Caleb and Mike were here ahead of me earlier in the afternoon. So he’s… well, he’s well-lubricated, let’s put it that way." Matt replied.
They both chuckled.
"So how was he?" Ronnie asked.
"God, as good as always, buddy. You are one lucky son-of-a-bitch to have this whenever you want!" Matt replied.
"I know" Ronnie said to him. "And at the rate that you guys are breeding him, I am a son of a bitch, aren’t I?" Ronnie snickered.
Matt looked at him and started laughing. “Touche!” Matt replied. “Well, I gotta get going. Have fun in there!”
"See ya later, buddy!" Ronnie said as he walked upstairs. He was heading towards the bedroom when he saw him sitting at his desk in his office, still stark naked. Ronnie had to chuckle once again because the man was sitting on a towel as he fiddled with the computer keyboard. Man, those guys must really had dumped a lot into him that he was leaking cum out of his butt. Ronnie stood there for a few seconds, admiring this handsome, hairy man, and his dick was of a considerable size.
Ronnie walked into the office, and the man turned his head and smile as soon as he saw Ronnie.
"Hey, about time you get here! I’m horny as fuck!" he said.
"Sorry, got delayed at work. But I heard that you have been busy all afternoon." Ronnie replied as he started to remove his clothes.
"Yup. Your regular buddies were here, one at a time. Shit, they must have been saving it for weeks. I don’t remember being so full!" he said.
Ronnie was naked and knelt in between the man’s spread legs. Without asking first, he pushed his forefinger into the man’s hole. It felt hot, moist, and slimy. He pushed in further and curled his finger upwards, finally hitting the man’s prostate.
"Fuck!" he man moaned, and spread his legs even wider to give Ronnie full access to his butt.
"You haven’t cum all afternoon?" Ronnie asked.
The man stopped moaning long enough to reply. “No, I’ve been trying to hold off, saving it all for you. But Matt almost made me cum without even touching myself. He was fucking me so hard and so deep, I think he was almost convinced that he could. I fought him until he lost the battle and came in my ass before he could make me cum.”
The man’s dick was fully erect and quivering as he relieved the hard fuck he just had.
Ronnie continued to play with the man’s well-fucked hole. Globs of his buddies’ cum were starting to leak around his finger. “But you’re not going to hold off on my, are you?” he asked.
The man smiled. “No, I’m saving it for you. I know you’re gonna fuck the cum out of me, probably several times tonight.” he said.
Ronnie pulled his finger out of that moist hole and stood up. His dick was pointing straight up, and of the same size as the man.
"Well then," Ronnie said. "What are we waiting for? Let’s go to the bedroom, and I’ll fuck you hard and pound the cum out of you!"
It didn’t take long for Ronnie to fuck the cum out of the man. With the man’s man’s legs spread wide apart and Ronnie drilling his hole hard and deep. the man’s cum shot out of his jerking dick, coating the lush hairy torso, Ronnie looked at the spurting cum covering this older, masculine man, and couldn’t believe how lucky he was to have a father who would serve him and his friends whenever they wanted to. His dad had been bending over and giving them his ass ever since high school. And even now, in their adult lives and with all of them married with kids, he still let them come over and deep-dicked his ass.
Ronnie gave one final, hard shove, and with his dick deeply imbedded in his dad’s ass, spewed his saved-up cum into that well-fuck anal chute. He knew that this was just the first of many that night.
I’d signed up for this gay tantric class. It was my boyfriend’s idea actually. Greg and I cared for each other immensely but it just wasn’t clicking in the sack for us. I was more adventuresome and Greg had a little of that Catholic guilt going on. I was actually surprised he’d suggested the class. We had to send pictures, then ahead of time take a personality test and pay our fee. The next week we got instructions to the instructor’s house.
At first I was nervous stripping down with the other couples, but after 20 minutes of calisthenics and yoga poses I started to loosen up and it felt like the most natural thing. Especially with the instructor leading us. He was cute, but mostly it was his smooth tenor voice, giving us instructions.
I had assumed we’d be grouping up as couples so I was surprised when Greg was paired with another guy and I was assigned to work with a college-jock-looking guy. Greg and I gave each other a silent look to see if it was OK, but he shrugged his shoulders and I did the same thing. We’d just go with the flow.
The exercises started off tame, just stuff to get to know your partner and his body and to relax into a steady, calm rhythm of the yoga poses. But after a while I started boning up. I was worried Mr. College Jock would freak out, but just as I started to adjust my posture, the instructor’s voice got louder. “Don’t think about anything else but the physical sensation of the moment.” I felt the stress leave my body and my cock boned up higher and harder.
Our positions got me to where College Jock was on his back, legs up on my chest and my cock was rubbing the area between his balls and his hole. Going lower. I was leaking more sap than I’d ever done in my life, it was just flowing out of my tip like a dripping faucet and wetting down Mr. Jock’s hairy hole.
I swear I didn’t push in to penetrate him. It was like I was being sucked in. Pulled dick first into the guy’s white-hot body. I looked around. Greg was getting fucked as was the other bottom. Between the friction and the warmth of the hole and the guy’s total hotness, I wanted to come, but I listened to the instructor’s words tell me how to move in and out of the ass. Staying present. It was like the ultimate edging, and holy fuck if I didn’t ride out a five minute orgasm, all the while I watched my bottom spurt in slow motion onto his chest, alternating dribbles and spray, a long protracted anal orgasm.
It was unexpected, unbelievable even, but totally awesome.
My parents were divorced and my father lived in another city. I decided to go to college there and Dad had suggested I live with him for a year or two if I wanted to save money. I agreed in a heartbeat. Maybe subconsciously it was because of Dad. I looked up to him, considered myself a Daddy’s boy, and now that I was coming to terms with the sexual feelings I had for men, part of me admitted that I had a little crush on my own father.
I wasn’t living there three weeks before we had sex the first time. We were painting my room and I had to sleep in Dad’s bed. In the middle of the next, I felt him next to me, his fatherly boner boring hard into my side. I turned over and felt him stir next to me, wrap his arms around me. Those ten minutes were the longest of my life, as I felt his cock throb against my now steely erection. Then Dad’s face pressed against mine, our lips opened up, and we had our first kiss. It took me 20 seconds to come that night. Just rubbing against Dad’s bod.
For the first year I was the aggressor. Dad in fact was very stern and adamant when he instructed me that he was never going to say no, but he wasn’t going to initiate sex with his own son. But practically every day, Dad would come home from work, and I’d massage his shoulders, remove his dress shoes, then I’d give him a nice, welcome home blow job. And he’d shoot a heavy, briny-sweet load in my throat, before patting me on the head playfully.
"You’re too good to me, Sport," he’d say.
Only something’s shifted in our relationship. Now I hear Dad get home, and by the time I walk downstairs and down the hall to the kitchen, he’s removed his shoes and trousers and is sitting there with a ramrod straight boner.
"It’s been a long day Sport, why don’t you help your old man out?"
"Yessir," I say and kneel down on the kitchen floor between dad’s spread legs.
My wife and I were best friends with Mitch and his wife Jenn. We went on vacations together, had date nights together, babysitted each others’ kids. It was hard to remember who was friends first - me and Mitch or Rebecca and Jenn.
We’d always talked flirtaciously and openly, like normal adults, but I guess I was surprised when one vacation at the Outer Banks when I noticed Mitch get a boner in his shorts. It was morning, and both our wives were still asleep. I’d just come back from an early AM beach stroll to see my buddy having his coffee in the living room area.
We chatted a little before I noticed it. He wasn’t wearing anything underneath his shorts and I could see his meaty cock in plain view. It was growing erect, and soon was tenting up the leg of his shorts and nearly sticking out. What’s more Mitch was looking me right in the eye, a lust-filled, knowing stare. It made me pop hard, too. I didn’t want too, but right then I felt a surge of sexual excitement run through me.
Carefully, slowly, Mitch unpopped the top button of his shorts. “Think you can take care of me this morning buddy?” he whispered.
I nodded yes, preparing myself mentally for giving my best friend his morning BJ.
One day I was at my friends house and I accidently walked in on his dad jerking off. He stopped me before I ran off and said it was ok to watch. I stood there in amazement for what seemed like an eternity admiring my friends dad’s massive cock. For the rest of my senior year in high school, I made up reasons to spend the night at my best friends house as often as I could. I would wait for my best friend to fall asleep then I’d sneak into his dad’s room and crawl into bed with him. I began just watching my friends Dad beat off. When I got up enough courage, I took his massive meat in my mouth until he shot his thick hot load down my throat. And when he knew I’d mastered sucking him off, he pushed me on the bed face first then buried his huge cock deep inside my ass, teaching me how to take a big dick like a man. God, I loved it when he fucked me. Now, it’s years later and my friends Dad is serving a tour of duty in Afghanistan, he will frequently send me pictures teasing me with his big dick standing at attention begging to be served when he returns Stateside. I can’t wait to meet him the day he gets back.
Kevin was my fraternity brother and best friend. Seems like we were hanging out together on weeknights a lot. Usually in our boxers… I’d pop wood and Kev would too. He’d pull up a good porn vid and I would service him. He actually gives a little high-pitched whimper when he orgasms, which is cute.
"Thanks, bro," he’d say nonchalantly after he came.
I’m a normal, well-adjusted 32 year old corporate lawyer living in DC. I can’t complain about my dating life, but sometimes, well I just have this thing for three things. Older men. Adultering married men. And men in power.
Weird thing is, once you go looking, you hit the gold mine. Sen. Dillon was my second high-profile politician I was hooking up with. Whereas Representative Ed O’Malley loved nothing more than to bend over for my lunchtime quickie fuck-and-run, the great senator from Indiana just wanted blowjobs. Like three times a week. I could live with that. We’d meet in a hotel room, make small talk, then he’d unzip and I’d get down between his spread legs and service him till he blew his hot married cum down my throat.
He was zipping up his suit after our last encounter when he mentioned to me he had a friend who also wanted some action on the side. “I thought I’d check with you first, Bill, but if you’re interested I could give him your phone number.” I told the senator that was fine by me.
That afternoon, I get a text with a nude photo of the other senator from Indiana.
"Mike said you might be interested in this," the message read.
Looks like my calendar is filling up now.
My neighbor Justin and I had been playing a cat and mouse game for the last three months, since about the time he moved into our suburban neighborhood. Turns out the guy’s a big Mets fan in what’s basically Yankees territory, so we hit it off well. Going to games, spending lazy evenings watching them on TV, an occasional drinks night out at the local Irish pub/sports bar.
Last night I had too many beers and Justin let me crash at his place. This morning, while we were out on his patio waiting for the coffee to brew, there was a thick air of expectation in the air. I watched nervously as he spread his legs casually and his robe came open. Justin was wearing nothing underneath and my eyes were drawn along his exposed hairy torso and down to his crotch. His heavy dick started expanding.
"I’ve got a thing for married men," he said bluntly.
I now openly stared at his cock. “Cool. Cause I got a thing for guys into married men.”
Justin laughed and now openly stroked his prick.
[found this ad on Craigslist- I edited out the city info as it has been taken down now…]
"Yeah, sup pervs. That’s me and my big Sis’s boy, my nephew. He and I have been fuckin around, oral and jerkin for a few months now. He says he’s 100% straight (yeah, well you know…) and is even engaged (we’ll see about that!). He is desperate to give up his ass for my fat incest cock, been beggin me for it lately. He’s in college now, needs $$ and so I came up with a great idea- I’d take his virgin ass infront of a crowd of payin customers. Then he can suck off a few guys for even more $$ later.
So here’s the deal. You respond to this ad and I’ll give you a number to text. About 24 hours before the event (it’ll be on a weekday night, that much I can tell you) I’ll text you a place. You show up, swear you’re not a cop and pay me $100. This gets you in the door plus all the beer you can swill.
I guarantee that not more than 100 guys will be there, that’s the limit, so respond fast pervvy fuckers. We’ll be up on stage and I promise you a real show, a long and hard fuck, lots of sweat and swearin from me and probably a lot of cryin from him. For an extra $100 you can get a copy protected DVD o f the event after the show. Dads or Gradndads who show up with their son/gradnson (birtch certificate and ID will be required) get their son in free.
After I fuck the nephew he’ll suck off all cummers- $50 a pop. If ya wanna jerk n spray on him that’s free.
So drop me a line fuckers and reserve your spot.”
The ad was removed very soon after I saw it.
I had a regular standing day each Tuesday with a corporate lawyer on the Upper East side. We’d meet after work and go for a nice long run. We’d then head to his place where we’d shower up before Lawyer Guy bent me over, ate me out like a master then inserted his hard lubed cock in me for a quick no holds-barred fuck.
Each time, as I would get dressed he’d look at me in a satisfied but desiring way and ask when I was going to get divorced.
"I don’t know buddy. You seem to like fucking a married guy."
I had this dream last night…we were playing for the championship…and I had just scored the winning goal! I turned to celebrate with my mates…but they were gone…no cheering…the stands were empty. Only the opposing team remained…and they were mad as hell…and circling me.
I tried to run but it was like slow motion, and they were gaining on me…tackled me right there in the middle of the field. I struggled and screamed but that just made them angrier. They stripped me naked and held me down. They rolled me onto my stomach…with my face right in their coach’s crotch. He slapped his hard cock against my face while another guy squatted on my back and pulled my head back by the hair…forcing my mouth open to accept coach’s cock. Somebody pissed on me..splashing their pungent urine on my back and ass. He asked me if I wanted to get fucked…my brain was screaming NOOOOO! But my my mouth sputtered “yes, sir…fuck me…fuck me hard!”
He pulled my ass up high and rammed his hard cock in my ass. I tried to scream, but no sound escaped my lips…silenced by coach’s thick cock. My own dick betrayed me…growing hard and leaky as they continued their assault on my ass…taking turns fucking me and filling my ass with their creamy loads. Finally the last guy plunged his cock into me…reaching around and stroking my straining cock…til my balls erupted into coach’s waiting hand. He pulled his cock out of my mouth and fed me my own salty spunk..then pulled me back down on his cock and added his load to mine…choking me with his thick load. They left me there on the field…naked and spent.
I awoke in a cold sweat…a clammy coating of cum drying on my hairy belly…my wife snoring gently beside me. I looked at the clock…4:00 am…eight hours til the big game.
It’s a long story how I met Tony an athletics coach at the local university, but the short of it is that the burly guy was practically shacking up at my place and I was A-OK with that. It didn’t even feel like a relationship thing. More like we were trying to see whose libido could be pushed even further.
Like this morning, I’m having my morning coffee when Tony walks in, shirtless and with bedhead from our romp last night. I can’t even look at him and his bare hairy chest without throwing wood in my boxer shorts. Tony notices my erection, turns around, and drops his sweats.
"Got time to refill my tanks this morning, Mr. Lawyer," he teased.
I set down my coffee mug and smiled. This coach’s hole is always tight, but I knew that after last night it would be warm, soft, and cummy still. I slipped down my boxers, letting my boner spring up. “Fuck yeah,” I answered and stepped toward him. The second I touched his back, the bruiser backed up against me, humping his butt cheeks against my hard pick.
"Man, you want it," I growled into his ear, circling my arms around his stomach and thrusting my cock into his crevice. "Coach wants his cunt pumped full of more of my little guys huh?"
"Fuck yes, man. Fuck me."
I knew I wouldn’t need any lube. I just guided my man down and pushed in. The ring was too tired to give me much resistance and immediately I was thrusting into this dude’s hot, tight man guts. I let out a sigh and took a second to appreciate the sensation before I started to fuck him for real.
Tony likes getting fuck, gets off on it. Only this time I could tell this fuck was all about me. He wasn’t even trying to get himself off. Instead he used his arms to brace on the counter as he shoved his ass back and forth on my thrusting cock. Egging me on. “That’s it, sir, fuck my hole!” he yelled. The whole submissive powerbottom thing did it for me big time and soon I was shooting my wad deep inside his bowels.
The dude had a big smile on his face as we uncoupled. He reached back and used his fingers to push the stray dribbles into his hole, teasing his bud with his digits. “That oughta last me through the morning,” he observed. Finally he pulled his sweats back up. “See you tonight, stud?”
"I gotta work late."
"No problem. I’ll be waiting for you when you get home."
Jim walks over to the window as soon as he hears the lawn mower. And sure enough, there he is, mowing the lawn shirtless, wearing only his board shorts. Jim got hard immediately watching this virile young man in the prime of his life, just finished with his first year of college. Jim watches the smooth, toned body, the well-developed pectoral and biceps muscles undulating while he works the law mower, and the clear definition of a 6-pack abs that any man will kill for.
Oh yeah, this kid can seduce any man or women, and get away with it with a body like that. As much as he is tempted to grab his throbbing cock and jack off while watching this Adonis, Jim is afraid that he might cum all over the carpet all too soon. But he knows that he can’t last that much longer, especially when he starts seeing the sweat running down that taught body, causing it to glistens in the sun.
"Honey, are you awake yet?"
The voice of his wife from downstairs snaps Jim out of his salacious imagery of what he wants to do with this young man.
"I am! I need a few minutes to get ready!" he yells back.
Jim rushes to the bathroom. He knows it won’t take him long to jack off a good load out of his cock by replaying what he has seen. Somehow, he now no longer feels the guilt anymore for lusting after his own son.
Derek didn’t have anything in common with his younger boyfriend Mitch. They ran in different circles, had different interests, even had different senses of humor.
The thing was: Mitch had a really long dick. Like nearly a foot long. Derek felt like he was getting reamed by a cop’s nightstick, the attack felt so brutal. And he loved it. Felt addicted to that cock.
So when the conversation lulled or the guys got into an argument, Derek would strip and get on all fours on the living room floor and grunt as his boyfriend penetrated him impatiently and started fucking good and hard.
I used to hate my business trips to this small Wisconsin town. But the industrial plant there was one of our clients and I drew the short end of the straws and got assigned to them.
It all changed when I met him. Tall, big guy. 6” strapping chest, definitely Scandinavian stock with light blond hair all over. Looked even hotter in a blue police uniform. I’d guess 220 pounds, mostly muscle, though his ex-football bod was starting to change as the man reached 40. Greg Nelson was one wet dream of a cop. When he started making eyes at me at the local restaurant, I thought at first it was just another example of Midwestern nice. But he kept starting, almost in expectation. So I started making small talk.
We hit off. Never mentioned the gay thing, but before I knew it, Officer Nelson was inviting me back to his place for a beer. A quick peck turned into a make out session on his couch, and pretty soon we were making our way back to his bedroom. I almost always prefer to top, but that night I bottomed for the first time in ages, the man had me so worked up. It took a while, working Nelson’s fat prick into the tightness of my hole, but we both got off big.
It’s almost a year later, and my cop fuckbuddy is still shafting me every time I come to visit. We’re resting up after a hot and heavy round. I’m massaging his shoulders and looking down at the magnificent brawn. Honest to god Midwestern beef, and the sight is enough to make me bone up again as I caress and need the heavy trap muscle.
"Man," Greg sighs, "I can’t believe a guy like you would go for a guy like me."
"What the fuck are you talking about?"
"I dunno. You’re younger than me, live in New York, educated, successful. Its kind of a turn on to fuck a guy like you."
I started to correct him, to tell him that the New York guys couldn’t hold a candle to his hotness, but instead I contented myself to watch his meaty prick start to fill up and bone up between his spread thighs. Getting ready for round two.
I leaned forward. “Wanna do it without the rubber this time?” I asked. Sure enough, that cock sprang steely erect in two seconds flat.
Originally thought it was a bad idea that Jeff would be coming home to live with us after his sophomore year at college. Fuck, I just didn’t think I’d be able to keep my urges in check.
Somehow by July I was giving into my urges on nearly a daily basis and was loving every minute of it.
I’m definitely not a bear and had never even considered myself to be all that drawn to hairy guys. But I’ve been fucking Dave two, three times a day now, and pinching myself that this big rack of ex-NFL beef was bending over for me and begging for more.
For his part, I think Dave got a kick on dragging my clean-cut 30-something professional ass to Bear Week, having me put on leather one night even. I don’t know that I’m a convert but fuck the sex was intense.
It’s the last day of our vacation, and we’re at the beach for the morning before we head back, Dave without a stitch of clothing is wading in and out of the water. I thought I was spent till I see the guy bend over, showing off his hairy crack, and I think about the amount of jizz I’ve shot deep in there this week. Hardon city.
I throw my normal caution to the wind. I peel off my trunks, letting my thick boner slap onto my abdomen. Then, getting up, I walk down the sand to where my fuckbud is. Not caring all the guys on the beach are going to get a front row seat to the last fuck of my vacation.
"What do you feel like tonight, Dad?" My father was coming home late from a business trip, but I had waited up for him. I watched greedily as he stripped off his clothes, getting ready to join me in bed. "It’s been a few days you know."
"Tell me about it," he said, as he peeled down his briefs, causing his paternal boner to pop right up against his hairy stomach. By now, I’d seen him in all states of erection, and this was definitely gotta-fuck-now hard. He was even dripping already, heavy clear drops were running down the veiny sides of his cock. I wondered if he’s been fantasizing about me during his plane trip and the cab ride home.
I moaned and he moaned as he got on the bed, right on top of my nude body and our mouths met in a kiss.
"Oh Sport," Dad sighed, "Three days is too long."
"I know, Dad. I missed you."
"Missed you too, son."
"So…" I repeated. "What do you want to do tonight?" I had a pretty good idea what he wanted. It was his favorite thing to do by a mile, only he never would initiate it.
It’s funny. My grown-up sometimes gruff masculine father’s actually a pretty straight-laced guy. And shy in bed. “I don’t feel I can ask that of you, Sport.”
I leaned up and kissed him again. “I like it too Dad.”
"How can you? I can get pretty rough." His hands were caress my torso, driving me crazy. It had been three days for me, too.
"Bring it up here," I urged.
I could see his inner angels fighting his demons, but guess who won? He knelt up and walked his large cock to the tip of my mouth. And pushed in. No shoved it. I was ready for it, but I gotta admit, when Dad fucks a mouth, he doesn’t hold back. Within three strokes, my father’s heavy balls were swinging and hitting my chin, reminding me of the huge, heavy load he had stored up in them.
I wanted to savor the feeling, but I had Dad’s big cock jackhammering my throat like a hydraulic jack. Punching against my tonsils, stretching my jaw as I made sure to keep my teeth out of the way. He was leaning his body forward now, using all the leverage he could get out of his hips. Fucking, thrusting fast and hard into his own son’s throat. The consolation was that I knew tonight he wouldn’t be able to last long. Now his pace was getting faster and his breathing harding. “Oh fuck, Sport. FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!”
My dad likes to yell when he’s coming, and sure enough, that big dick spurted a thick syrupy salty ejaculation right into my gullet. He held his cock in my mouth for two minutes straight as he felt the aftershocks of his orgasm ripple through him.
When he plopped his stick out and lay down beside me, he muttered, “Thanks, Sport, I really needed that.”
My dick was so hard right then it ached, but I knew to be patient. I’d get release in a few minutes.
Bill Santoro and Shawn Wolfe in San Francisco Meat Packers Part 1 © 2014 Raging Stallion
Bill Santoro and Shawn Wolfe in San Francisco Meat Packers Part 1 © 2014 Raging Stallion
Bill Santoro and Shawn Wolfe in San Francisco Meat Packers Part 1 © 2014 Raging Stallion
Bill Santoro and Shawn Wolfe in San Francisco Meat Packers Part 1 © 2014 Raging Stallion
Bill Santoro and Shawn Wolfe in San Francisco Meat Packers Part 1 © 2014 Raging Stallion
We were all goofing all during the training. Suddenly, Shaun pulls off his shirt and says, “And in case of a water landing everyone grab hold of these - they’ll be the perfect floatation device for all on board.” We stood there in shock. Not because of what he said, but because we all wanted to grab hold of them right then and there.
Hey Ray, I think you hit the wrong person to send this selfie too. I think maybe it was to your “buddy”, Charlie? And what’s with the caption, “Dude, can’t wait till you ram my hole again”? I think we need to talk.
-your brother Chuck.
(and then you can take care of the boner you just gave me!)
I have a thing for chests. The bigger the better. Don’t care if they’re hairy or smooth, I like the bulk, like the shape, and most of all like the wide vascular nipples that come with a good pair of pecs.
The last boyfriend I had, Todd, was dumb as a sack of rocks, but he had a museum-worthy man-rack that kept me hooked for 4 years straight. He knew the effect it had on me too: whenever I was in a foul mood or absorbed in work, he’d parade around the condo shirtless, letting his proud nips stick out bare naked. Sometimes he’d even act surprised when I dropped everything and wrapped my arms possessively around him, my boner boring against his fine butt.
My grandfather and I were always close. A no-nonsense masculine man, I sometimes felt he understood me more than Dad. Maybe that was because Dad had to be the stern disciplinarian while Granddad could be my bud.
Things took a turn when Dad’s older brother, my uncle Pete, moved in with Granddad. I don’t know how I knew they were fucking, but I did. For some reason it didn’t freak me out. I was just glad to see Granddad happy. Normally gruff, he now wore a perpetual smile on his rugged face. Pete seemed more mellow, too.
We didn’t talk about it in so many word, but I let Granddad know. Know I was fine with it all. He said I was mature beyond my years, and it was like we were even closer. We stayed up most of the night, me telling him about fraternity life and the girls I’d dated and struck out with.
One weekend I visited him and Uncle and couldn’t help but notice their hairy torsos as they walked around bare-chested. This time, I felt the stirrings of attraction. These were older guys, but muscular, real, full-blooded men. Something drew me to them like moth to a flame. Maybe I was staring a little too hard, cause Uncle Pete said, “John, your grandfather and I are about to take a nap. Care to join us.”
I could barely make out a reply: “Yeah.”
I can’t tell you how FUCKING MANY straight dudes, especially straight college dudes, respond well to an older authority (coach/dad/uncle/etc) taking over. It’s FUCKING AMAZING what I can get them to do. A little restraint and they release their bullshit macho frat bro nonsense and learn to receive pleasure. I mean, Quinn here is a perfect example.
"How much will you bet me that the guy over there will suck me off in the bathroom?"
I had gone to the shopping mall with my neighbor to run an errand. We were sitting in the food court when Dave dropped that bomb. I knew him pretty well but not well enough apparently. I nearly spit out my burger.
"That guy. No, don’t turn around yet. He’s over by the window. The fucker can’t keep his eyes off me. You a betting man? Cause that man’s totally gonna suck me off in the bathroom."
Coming from my married suburban neighborhood, I was guessing this was a load of BS. Still my curiosity was piqued.
"All right," I announced. "Twenty bucks."
Dave grinned and stood up, a little chubbed in his jeans. “There’s a quiet men’s room in the back entrance. Give me ten minutes and follow me there.”
I was watched, jaw dropped, as he walked away and, sure enough, a twenty-something guy moved from the window area to start following him.
My boss was normally a gruff guy, not one to mince words. But when Jim Driscoll had a drink or two in him, he lightened up big time.
Like this evening, a work cocktail reception, we’re not a half-hour into the event, when the man comes up to me, slaps my back like I’m his golf buddy.
"How the hell are you doing Bill?"
"Fine, Jim," I reply, my normal defensiveness melting a little seeing his jovial mood.
"It’s been a hell of a spring here, with Compliance breathing down our necks, but we’ll get through it."
"I can’t say I’m not looking forward to my vacation," I admitted.
"Yeah. Ptown." My boss knew I was gay, and we shared a love of Cape Cod. He and his family went to Chatham every year, I to Provincetown."
We chatted for a while, he updated me on how his kids were doing, I talked about the condo I was thinking of buying.
Finally there’s a lull in the conversation. And a big, goofy smile on my boss’s face. I know it’s coming. It always does when we’re acting buddy-buddy like this. Jim leans in a little, and says in a low voice.
"Drake, what do you think of meeting me in the men’s room in five minutes? I have one hell of a backed up load I gotta bust bad."
I gave a nod of agreement. “You got it.”
I thought the wedding was going to be boring, but I got talking to the father of the bride, who turned out to be a cool guy. He spent the whole reception wisecracking and telling me stories and secrets about all the guests. I swore the dude was chatting me up, but I didn’t mind. Between the buzz I was nursing and the general vibe of the event, I found myself attracted to him.
At one point he leaned over and told me there was a room in the basement we could spend some time alone in. “No one will notice us gone. Trust me,” he said.
I smiled and nodded. “Lead the way, sir.”
Three months of tension finally came to a boil, and here we are, me and my boss, cooling off in te back office after and an intense workday fuck. I’m rising up on my haunches, the cool air making me really feel the wet deposit Mr. Price left in my hole.
I was staring at his still hard prick, it was like it didn’t want to go down.
Price finally broke the silence. “That shouldn’t have happened, Mike, but fuck, that was awesome.”
"Yeah," I agreed. I knew I should be getting cleaned up and putting my uniform back on. But I couldn’t keep my eyes off that hard married man spike.
My boss grinned, “You thinking of taking another ride?” Reading my mind. He leaned back, legs spread, staring at me intently. He nodded in encouragement. “Go on, climb on.”
I’d had an ongoing thing with Coach Thomas, the hot, fresh-out-of-college assistant coach - mostly a daily exchange of blowjobs - but it wasn’t until Graduation Week till I discovered that the head coach, Coach Erickson, was into man sex too. I guess cause he was older, more my dad’s age, I hadn’t paid much attention to him sexually, but he one day he called me into his office and he had just stepped out of the shower and was just wearing a jock strap. Holy Fuck, Coach E was hot!
"Shut the door, Drake," he ordered me. I complied and when I turned around Coach E had a serious look on his face. "Thomas tells me you’re into guys." I thought for a second I was in serious trouble, maybe Coach T was too, only the older man continued.
"If you can be discreet, well, it’s been a long time since I’ve gotten a nice, hard fuck from a young jock." The very implication of what he was saying made me go hard, real hard, in my briefs.
"I can keep a secret, Coach."
"Good. There’s some lube in my desk drawer. Hopefully you know what to do with it."
Dad I’ve been so excited to show you how much I’ve bulked up since starting at OU last fall.
It was a dumb idea I know, but I couldn’t help it. I’d been reading stories on the internet about sons seducing their fathers and in a fit of courage decided to spend the first day of our family vacation going commando. I noticed Dad do a double take when he noticed my dick flopping around in my fraternity-logo shorts, but he didn’t say anything or otherwise let on.
It emboldened me to go without underwear on Day 2. And 3.
All the while I noticed Dad looking more. At first when he thought I wouldn’t notice. Then more overtly. Staring at me like he was gonna say something, only he never did. I didn’t know what to expect. Surely not the scenarios of my fantasy. A lecture? A stern instruction to go put on some boxers. But nothing.
I get bolder. Start spreading my legs when I’m sitting across from him. Scratching my crotch lazily. Drawing his attention more to my genitals. His son’s genitals.
Then I get my surprise. Dad lifts his legs and puts his foot up on the bench and he’s not wearing briefs either. His heavy full scrotum spills out of the leg of his thin shorts, plopping into my view. I want so badly to touch and lick the private parts Dad’s flashing me. Instead I just stare.
He’s no longer looking at me, instead acting nonchalant. All the while his right leg moves wider so I get a better view. His cockhead now…
My neighbor played ball at UGA and since moving to Atlanta has been playing both sides of the field. Dating ex-sorority girls looking for the right one to marry. And three, maybe four times a week bending over for some dude to fuck him silly.
I’m the lucky bastard who lives in the condo next door. We hit off real well, just laid back beers on the porch and watching the games on Saturday. It wasn’t until a half year after he moved that we started fooling around.
"You know what I miss, Bill?" he drawled, definitely loosened up by his fifth beer of the afternoon.
"What buddy?" I asked.
"A nice, deep rim job."
I about spit out my beer. I thought he was pulling my leg, but his face was dead serious.
"Nah really, dude. In Athens I knew this older guy who was fucking great at it. Would eat me out for hours, till I couldn’t take it any more."
"Yeah?" I was definitely intrigued and could feel a sexual energy building between me and Pete fast.
"Yeah. Dude had a pretty big dick, too. Took me a while to learn how to take it."
I doubt I’m the only man who’s pounding Pete Carson’s beefy butt, but I’m depositing a couple loads a week in there. Best stress-relief conceivable. I keep joking if he’s gonna stop putting out once he gets engaged.
"What do you think, Bill?" he smirks. Spreading his legs and showing off his smooth jock-strapped buns.
Thanks for inviting us over to swim, coach…awright if we go skinny dipping since its just us guys?
OK, I got daddy issues. I’m a 19 year old lacrosse player on scholarship. Popular guy on campus and in my fraternity. I usually have to come up with excuses why I’m missing parties on the weekends.
Cause I’m too busy shacking up with Mr. Johnston. I’ve been collecting muscle daddies and Mr. J is the cream of the crop. At 55, he’s the oldest guy I’ve ever had sex with, and he keeps his body in amazing shape. Something about the contrast between hard muscle and gray hair turns me on like nothing else.
I don’t know if he’s taking viagra anything but we fuck like bunnies each time. Mr. Johnson will load me up and a half hour later when we’re making out, his thick dick will rise again and I’ll climb on for a second or a third fuck.
The last time we met, the man was fucking me hard and heavy from behind. Me on all fours, him piledriving that masterful cock in deeper and deeper. From his breath, I could tell he was getting close.
"Ever wish you could get pregnant, kid?" he grunted. I knew his ejaculation was seconds away and soon my guts were gonna get injected with his sauce. The very thought made me shoot all over the bed sheets, hands free.
When he finally pulled his spermy prick out and I flipped over on my back, Mr. Johnson had a huge smile on his face and his posture was proud and erect. The fucker knew he had me.
My heart was pounding in my throat, beating a thousand beats a minute. My boyfriend Mitchell had told me he and his older brother had fooled around a bit when they were growing up, but now that Rich was staying with us for the weekend, it was starting to dawn on me that the stories were real. And as the knowledge sunk in, I was getting a crazy rush of horny excitement unlike I’d ever experienced.
Especially now that Mitchell was starting to rub his crotch, nursing his large tool into a nice boner. I look over and see his brother smiling nervously, gauging my reaction. I suppose he knows that Mitchell has told me of their past, but he’s seeing for himself just how into the idea I am.
Mitchell makes the first move. Sliding down his shorts. His bone pops up. Definitely excited and eager. He kept his eyes on me, it was like he knew his brother was going to lean over without even being asked. Would lick and tease and swallow his 20-year-old brother’s prick. Sure enough, he did.
"Holy fuck!" I whispered. I worried I was gonna come in my shorts, but somehow I was able to hold off. To enjoy the scene in front of me.
"Yeah," Mitch said, as he started a sex-talk commentary. "Every day after school, Rich would go down on me. He’s really fucking good at it. You gotta try him next."