Drake's Fuck Fiction
Pics and stories about jocks, dads, suits, white collar sex, roleplay, celebrity athletes. Scenarios depicted are fiction and role-play. NSFW, for adults only.
"Come on Man" Stan begged. "Just take it out."
He told me to lay in the seat and play with his cock while he drove. I felt his hardening cock through his jeans as I unbuttoned his fly. His cock sprang up to meet my hand as I began moving the soft skin up and down his shaft. Precum had already been oozing out his slit hole.
"Yea man, feels good, play with my balls," he said. I pulled his balls free as I worked his thick cock. He placed his hand behind my head.
"Just watch the fucking road Stan" I shouted back.
I opened my mouth as pushed my head onto his stiff cock. My own shorts and pants were already wet from excitement. I had sucked Stan off pretty regular, but never while he was driving. He would speed up and ease off, the gas pedal. I hoped he wouldn’t floor it because I knew he was getting close.
"Man O Man" he growled. "I’m about to hit 60!" He starts bucking in his seat, and pushing my head onto his dick and holding me there.
"I’m gonna shoot kid. Ooh yea! Your mouth feels great. Take it. Take my load!" His shaft deep in my throat, holding my head down tight. I felt his prick swell and flood my throat as the car hit a burst of speed.
He eased up on my head just enough for me to slide up on his dick, but stopped me with just his big head inside my mouth, with a full load of his hot cream.
"Swallow it man. It only counts if you swallow!" I did love the taste of it and held his wet pulsing cock in my mouth for as long as he’d let me. The whole car smelled funky like the jizz I had just swallowed.
Stan finally pulls off on the shoulder and parks, leaning back in the seat with a sigh. “That was so fucking hot. You’re a great cocksucker” he says.
"C’mon it’s OK," Eric moaned, still half asleep so his normal baritone sounded even deeper. Just hearing his voice made my dick spring even harder. "Fuck my face, Bill."
The whole situation was making my head spin. My brother-in-law were alone that evening at the beach house, a day before the rest of the family joined us. We’d had too many beers watching baseball, and had stayed up talking.
"So, dude," Eric started, "what do you like about guys?"
My brother-in-law had never given me guff for the gay thing, and I was a little taken about. And pissed off. “Man? What the fuck!”
He held up his arms in defense. “Nah, bro, it’s not like that. I’m just…. well I fooled around a lot with my fraternity brothers. And I kind of miss it.”
That raised my eyebrows. “Yeah?” Definitely not where I was expecting this evening to go.
"I was hoping you’d give me a little vicarious fun. Tell me what you do with guys."
I took a deep breath. A part of my brain was telling me not to go there, but I was ignoring that voice in me. “Well,” I started, “I’m pretty much top, so love fucking and getting blown.”
Eric interrupted me, his gaze was more intent now and I was definitely wondering if I’d made a mistake. If we’d made a mistake. “You suck dick, too?”
"Yeah, but I like nothing more than getting serviced. Just having some hot guy between my legs, working me up to a nice, heavy nut."
"You come in his mouth?"
"Definitely." I took another swig of beer. My nervousness was slowly being replaced by confidence. "What about you, bro? Whadya do with your college buddies."
"We tried it all dude. But yeah I had a good friend Mike. Lacrosse player, hung like a donkey. He’d whip it out and I’d suck on him one, two, three times a night."
"Hot," I said. My erection was poking up good and hard now, and Eric noticed. He nodded down at my crotch.
"Bill, you wanna let him out?"
"Yeah, bro," I said, as I reached down to unzip. My hardon plopped straight out and was touched almost immediately by my brother-in-law’s thick, powerful fingers.
"Nice one, dude," he said.
Fuck Captain Johnson…I can’t believe your wife doesn’t give it up anymore. Anytime you need to drain your nuts, come by and unload. Your 3 month load was worth the 12-pack, sir.
I’m one of the big-time donors for the university, and the biggest perk is access. I get to meet all the athletes, and best of all have an excuse to hang out with them on a regular basis. It’s understood they can’t accept gifts and I can’t offer them, but I’ll host them up at my lake house, take them out on the boat if the weather’s nice. Though football and basketball are the big sports at State, I’m partial to the baseball dudes. Laid back guys without the egos of their more famous schoolmates.
Like Trey and Carter. If those two are in the least bothered by a pervy businessman inviting them up to his lake house, they don’t show it. Hell, they’re just as eager to fuck around as any guys I’ve met. We pull out onto the lake and they’re stripping off their board shorts and Trey is leaning over to swallow Carter’s big boner. Trey pretends he’s only doing it quid pro quo, but the jock’s an A-1 cocksucker and pretty soon Carter is letting out a sigh that signals he’s not gonna last as long in his buddy’s mouth as he expected.
He looks up at me. “You wanna join in Mr. D?”
I’m still steering the boat and want to get further out. Besides, I didn’t want to interrupt the perfect pairing in front of me. “Nah, I’ll just watch you two this round.”
Carter gives me an affable grin, he gets off on the fact I like to watch them suck and fuck. Then he looks back down on Trey’s bobbing head and gets back to the business of working his way to orgasm inside his teammate’s mouth.
Hey bro your son was just telling me how he plays tight end for his high school football team. Want to hear him tell the story again?
"C’mon man, just one more time?" my best man said to me as his teeth lightly nibbled my ear and his arms circled around my waist. Within a few seconds his persuasive hands were on my crotch, kneading my prick through the tuxedo pants till I was throwing major wood.
I gave in and let my buddy unzip me, even though we both knew this would not be the last time.
Ah! Hold it young man, eyes up when you unzip me!
He arrived right after work like we planned…said he hadn’t done anything like this before and was really excited to meet me…and it showed…the boy could not stop grinning! We hugged, and our hands roamed over each others back…and ass. Even thru his jeans, I could tell he had a sweet ass…I palmed it with both hands and pulled him in against my crotch. He looked up at me and grinned even wider.
"Fuck, coach…you’re already hard?!"
"Oh yeah, sport…been looking forward to this all day.!"
I ran my hands up his back and cradled his face…tilted his head back slightly, and pressed my lips softly against his. His lips parted instinctively and my tongue gently explored his, as he melted against me…moaning. He told me he’d never kissed a guy before, so I wanted his first one to be special…and it was…growing hungrier and more aggressive as we made out for over five minutes…standing there in the living room…hands reaching under shirts…caressing one another…the passion building quickly.
"Fuuuuuck," he sighed, as we pulled apart and he flashed that beautiful smile at me. "That was something else, coach!"
Whadda ya say we take this to the bedroom, sport? I can’t wait to get you naked.”
"You bet, coach…but I need to, uh…clean up first since I came right from work…awright?"
I led him by the hand to the bathroom and helped undress each other…kissing and stroking as we did. Our dicks were hard and I didn’t want to let him go, but he pulled away and turned to the sink to get washed up. That’s when I knew I’d struck gold, because I was admiring the absolute sexiest ass I’d ever laid eyes on. I snuggled up behind him, kissed his neck, and whispered in his ear…
"You know what, sport? We have all night…let’s take our time and start with a long, hot shower, awright?"
"That reminds me," thought coach…"I need some more Magnums."
This kind of man - mature, thick forearms and a wedding ring - fuels my pervy Suburban Daddy on the DL fantasies
"You wanna fuck my boyfriend?" a deep voice asked.
I had to do a double take. It wasn’t a super crowded night in the bar, but there enough really hot men around. I don’t want to see myself short: I’m a fit and trim white collar dude with a regular guy appeal if that’s your sort of thing.
I guess I was this guy’s sort of thing. Early 30s, real muscular, porn star looks. His partner was bigger, beefier, like pro athlete big. And he was sizing me up and down with a blatant hunger.
"Sure," I said, returning both men’s gaze with a little nervousness and a lot of excitement. "Who wouldn’t?" The ice now broken, I offered my hand to both guys and introduced myself.
Turns out Beefy Athlete Guy was a real power bottom and even Porn Star Guy had a hard time keeping him satisfied.
Fine with me.
yeah son, coach’s been workin that ass pretty hard lately… I’ll have to thank him next time I stop by his place for a blow job…
Thinking of you sport, maybe I’ll come down to campus this weekend and visit? Got a lot of daddy’s cream saved up for you champ…
Even with his dick deeply imbedded in my hole, some of his precious cum still leaked out. His stiff shaft was snugly plugging my ass, and my ass ring was clamping tightly around it girth, but I still couldn’t contain all of it.
And it was little wonder why. He had shot twice already inside my butt. Each one of them was enough to fill by anal cavity to the brim. But we both couldn’t stop. I knew he was raring to go again when his cock remained rock hard after he had pumped all of his cum, and he knew from the way my ass was milking his rod that I was still cum hungry, still wanted to be bred. So we didn’t wait a second longer and got into Round 2.
Even after shooting a copious amount, his second orgasm in less than an hour felt as powerful, and he shot almost as much, as his first. Damn, this man was a total stallion! But there was just too much cum filling up my ass and the dam was about to burst. I could feel his cum trickling out of my well-fucked hole and dripping onto the underside of my balls and onto the bed sheet.
I almost wished that he would stay longer and see if we could go for Round 3. He leaned over my back, his body and mine slick with sweat.
"You are one hell of a fuck! That was the first time I came twice in less than an hour since I was a teenager." he said in my ear. "Damn, I hate to pull out, but I gotta get going before my wife gets back from her trip to the spa."
"I understand," I lied. "I’ll be here at the hotel for another 3 days, in case you find another chance."
He sighed as his cockhead cleared my anal ring and a flood of cum spilled from my hole before I managed to tightly clenched my ass muscles.
"We leave tomorrow morning." he said as he stood up.
We both looked at each other, him still in the afterglow of his recent climax. We both knew that this was it and we would never see one another again. He dressed quietly, and thanked me for a wonderful time, and walked out of my room.
I didn’t even know his name.
As David looked into Reece’s eyes, he could see the kid was falling in love with him. He’d have to be careful now. The point was to school him in lovemaking, so that he could be a good and respected husband, comfortable with his own body and what it could do for a woman. The point was not to make him love the teacher. Or, as David was called within their circle, the Pedagogue.
For six generations, the upstate blueblood families had practiced this rite of passage, the fathers forging strong bonds of friendship amongst themselves and then, when their sons came of age, matching them up with those adult friends for the great Pedagogy. It lasted as few as 2 and as long as 4 years. Sometimes, they made the arrangements already at the son’s birth, and the Pedagogues would serve as “uncles” and mentors from the start, only without the sexual element, until it was the decent time.
Never did the fathers cavort amongst themselves, and after 21, the Pedagogy had to end. It was part of a young man’s education, nothing more. Yet sometimes this sort of thing happened, the student falling for the teacher. Of course, some kind of filial love was to be expected—nay, it was only right. But not what David now saw in Reece’s eyes. That kind of love had to be careful, gently turned back.
"Pull your leg up higher, Reece," David murmured. "I need to fuck you harder now … and let go of that nice cock of yours. That’s mine to please."
He smiled comfortingly and picked up his thrusting speed.
It started innocently I swear. A coach wanting to spend more time with his players. The Y pool was closed for repairs, so I invited my two best players, Tim and Craig, to come to my place and use my pool. What was once an occasional thing became a regular routine, even after the Y opened back up. Tim or Craig or both guys would come over after school to get their laps in. Sometimes I was there, sometimes they just used the keys I gave ‘em.
Call me dumb, but I don’t think I realized my ulterior motive until one afternoon I came home to find them both swimming laps. I plopped in a sun chair and watched them with pride that they were keeping their bodies so conditioned in the off-season. Then I started examining those bodies. Trying to get a glimpse of the taut, muscular flesh as they sped from one end of the pool to the next.
When Tim hoisted his cute blonde face out of the water, he immediately noticed that his coach was throwing wood. He had a look of shock on his face, but then smiled and winked at me. “Good to see ya Coach. I was thinking of rinsing off before heading home. Mind if I use the walk-in shower?”
"Go ahead, big guy." I sighed and tried to get my thoughts in check. Finally I stood up from the chair. My dick so hard I thought my zipper was going to burst. "You know I may join ya."
"It’s not gonna clean itself, kid." When David hired me to care for his widower father’s house, this wasn’t what I had in mind. I suppose I could have guessed from the size of David’s family—seven brothers and four sisters—that his father had a sizable libido, but that doesn’t even begin to describe it.
Even when he was in high school, Mike Larson was one of the most well-developed muscular kids I’d see play. A lot of lacrosse guys want to bulk up, but Mike insisted on definition as well as mass. He took biggest pride in his guns, massive biceps that would put most fully grown men to shame.
Now that Larson is off at State, redshirting cause they fucking know he’s gonna be their star player, he keeps getting bigger. And each evening he comes home after practice and turns on the webcam to give his old Coach updates.
He’ll go through his whole posing routine, fucking driving me insane, before he says its my turn. “C’mon Coach D, show me how big your muscle is,” he says with a smirk.
"You know good and well, Larson," I growl, reading down to my khakis and pulling down my zipper, doing it slowly to appreciate the hunger in Larson’s eyes as my erect, dripping uncut tool plops out, springing into a steel-hard boner, charged and ready to go. "It’s not gonna take me long tonite, stud," I say.
"Cool," he smiles. He peels off his T-shirt and I start working my cock. "Wish I could be there to take care of ‘ya Coach."
Still dripping from our swim, my dad’s best friend Jim grabbed a beer, handed one to me, and asked, “Does your dad know?”
I couldn’t breathe and my heart clenched in my chest as I weakly dodged, “Know what?”
Jim chuckled and gazed out over the lake, “It’s obvious from the way you look at me.” I didn’t protest, I couldn’t take my eyes off him even then. “At first I thought you were just comparing, but it’s more than that.”
Jim drank down a big gulp of beer before he looked over at me and smiled, “I can’t say it isn’t flattering. And I bet you’re a virgin?” My silence was my answer. He chuckled, “Then let me ask you this, do you want to lose that v-card tonight?” I paused for a moment, terrified to answer with the truth. I managed a nod but he sneered, “No. Say it.”
"Yes, what?" Jim pushed.
I paused again, he wanted to hear the words, “Yes, I want you to fuck me.”
Ken Dobson was a bit of a dick, but he was my boss so I put up with him. In his 40s, he’d already been divorced once and was well on his way to divorce number 2 because of the affair he’d been having with a young woman from the office.
He was telling me his woes while we were traveling on a client call. We’d just finished the client dinner and were having a drink in a downtown Irish pub that was pretty deserted on a Tuesday winter night.
Just when I thought I’d have to hear this prick complain all night, he all of a sudden shrugged his shoulders and said, “Well, fuck it, I’d do it again. Jenny Smith is one hell of a lay and I’d bang her right now if she was around.”
He looked at me, and I was nervous about what was going to come out of his mouth. “What about you, Drake? I bet you gay guys get as much ass and dick as you want.”
I thought he was winding me up, but then I could tell there was nothing judgmental in his tone. He seemed downright envious.
"Yeah, I get around." I took a sip from my Guiness and looked at Ken. He was a handsome man, actually. A little too tan, some wrinkles around his eyes but otherwise, he looked young and fit, a man in his prime. Maybe it was these beer-goggled thoughts floating in my head, but I added, "I usually am looking for a hot mouth, though."
That made Ken chuckle and slap my back. He was already sitting pretty close to me and by now he’d inched closer. “Bill likes a good blow job, huh? Well, what man doesn’t?”
He took a sip from his scotch and lowered his voice. “You know, Drake, I’ve never done it before, but I’ll give a try if you want. If you don’t mind a newbie sucking on your dick.”
I paid the bill as fast as I could while Dobson smirked at my excitement. “I guess that answers me question.”
"Yes, sir," I said, now smiling like a kid at Christmas.
Tommy favorite part of doing yardwork for Mr Thompson was when he was done with the yard he got to spend some quality time working on Mr Thompson
Senior Class Trip…
JUSTIN USED HIS HIGH SCHOOL YEARBOOK FOR JACK OFF MATERIAL: THE DEAN OF STUDENTS… THE FOOTBALL COACH… THE DRAFTING TEACHER…
We had it down to a science. Each Saturday morning my neighbor Mrs. Connell would pull of her driveway to do her weekend shopping. I’d watch from my bedroom window and wait ten minutes to make sure the coast was clear. Then I’d slip on some sweats, a T shirt, and some flip flops and quietly leave the house and make my way over to the Connells.
Jim Connell would be waiting for me, his work shorts dropped and his body leaning over in invitation. “I’m lubed up and ready to go, kid,” he’d say, as I pulled down the waist band and hooked it underneath my scrotum.
We’d both be breathing heavily in anticipation as I smacked my teenage hardon against his firm adult buns, splattering my precum all over his lower back.
"Damn, Matt, you’re really leaking this morning."
"Yessir, Mr. C." I’d growl, teasing his smooth elastic hole with my fat cockhead a few times before taking the plunge. Regardless of the number of times I’ve fucked my neighbor, Mr. C’s rectum is tight, real tight, and the inner muscles clench around my thrusting boner. "Damnit, sir, I’m not gonna last long today." Hell, I never do.
"It’s OK, Matt. Go for it."
All I need to hear. I thrust my first full thrust and it feels awesome. Then another. I reach around and feel for Mr. C’s cock. Totally boned and leaking, and the knowledge makes me smile. I pound in again, harder. He grunts, and I do, too. I’m working up faster now, and my neighbor is giving small back thursts with his ass to encourage me. Or get more cock inside him, I can’t tell which.
It’s not been three minutes, and I’m feeling it. A lot of guys have a build up to their big O, but for me it sneaks up all of a sudden. My teen cum is spraying Mr. C’s insides and I’m giving frantic jack-rabbit thrusts to punch it in deeper. “Fuck!” I growl, happy Mrs. C isn’t around.
I pull out and step back. Mr. Connell is standing straight up now, a look of utter satisfaction on his face. He hasn’t come though, his prick is still angry and dripping.
"You need me to take care of that, Mr. C?"
He shakes his head. “Nah, I gotta save some for the missus. But that was awesome, Matt. Same time next week?”
"Sure thing, Mr. C."
I pull up my sweats and leave the Connell house barely 5 minutes after I entered.
"Did you have a good run?"
"Yup. Always feels good to get my blood pumping."
"So I see…"
"So what will it be, boy? Suck my sweaty cock right here or join me in the shower?"
Yeah… I didn’t feel like getting in the shower.
"Cmon, I know you wanna," I said, breathing in to his ear as we writhed on the bed. It was only our fourth date, but I was already losing count of the orgasms we’d had in each others presence. Mike Preston was a class-A horndog, and I was close behind him in the libido department. Pretty cool for a guy I’d met at a dull corporate training event. But Mike was my type to a T: ex-frat/jock, dark haired, late 20s, just thinking about settling down but wanting to have a hell of a lot more fun before he did so.
Right now, we were going for a quickie before our dinner date.
"Whaddya mean?" All of a sudden cock Mike had been replaced with hesitant Mike. He looked at me a little nervous, like a little boy getting caught doing something he shouldn’t.
I paused a half-second. After all, I didn’t know Mike. I mean, not really. And even if we’d been fucking like bunnies since we first met, I still wasn’t 100% sure of what turned him on. Still, I usually had a sixth sense about these things.
Cupping my pec muscle I squeezed the flesh, making my brawn bulge out more into a nearly spherical mound. “C’mon fuck’em. Fuck my titties.”
Mike let out a deep sigh and I thought for a second his turgid cock was gonna erupt all over me right then and there. “Oh man,” he hissed and slowly raised up on the bed and positioned his prick in the valley between my pecs. “God this feels awesome,” he grunted as he started slowly thrusting his uncut tool up and down. I’m pretty smooth and I think Mike was particularly enjoying the skin-on-skin contact.
"Fuck those tits," I encouraged.
"Fuckin Christ!" Mike was getting close. His cockhead was dripping and leaving a smooth wet trail of pre-ejaculate all over the cleft of my chest.
I pushed my pectoral muscles together, encasing his cock further. “Yeah man, Fuck daddies tits. Fucking splooge all over these puppies.”
That did it. Shot after heavy shot of white jism spurted out, in a beeline to my neck. I got coated in this stud’s muck as he rode out an orgasm that hit 6.0 on the Richter scale. When he was done, thick globs of semen coated my neck and upper chest and were dripping down the sternum area.
"Awesome, man," I said as I surveyed his ejaculate.
I could hardly breath…feeling coach’s weight press down on me as his cock slipped deeper into my ass…his warm breath grunting into my ear…his cum pooling in my ass…my own load soaking into the sheets beneath me…both of us spent…
We were definitely an odd couple. I was a 20 year old college kid - athletic but with a tight compact frame. Stan was a 49-year-old state trooper who was 6 inches taller than me and still had the brick-shithouse mass from his college linebacker days.
But that was what turned both of us on. The fact he’d play the part of the possessive, domineering sugar daddy when we were out in public. Keeping his arm on my shoulder, picking up the tab when we’d go out to eat, even ordering for me.
But we’d get back to his place and Stan’s gruff demeanor would melt into a goofy grin as he spread his thick legs up and out to reveal the shaved mangash that was by now my personal property.
"Will you eat me out, sir, before you fuck me tonight?" he asked. Hearing this giant of a man address me as sir gave an extra throb to my boner as I removed the last of my clothing.
Neither of them expected it. As the bride’s younger brother, Mason was checking out the younger men at the reception as the groom’s older brother, Ted was expecting a fun evening of dancing with his wife, toasting his bro, and collapsing into bed with a mild hangover. How they ended up here was a fluke, brought about by Ted walking into the restroom just as Mason was on his cell, complaining to a friend about not finding any cute guys who were gay. Maybe it was the liquor that made him jibe,
"I’ll fuck ya."
He’d fucked guys before, in college, on the team. There, of course, it was protected by the bond of brotherhood, here it was riskier. But at 34, Ted was ready for a little risk.
Mason looked at him narrowly, testing whether or not this was a joke. Fucking with the sister’s new family—chancy.
Maybe it was the liquor in him too: he shrugged. “Sure. We can go to my room.”
They’d laughed them, as though it were a joke … but kept their eyes on each other, searching each other’s face.
"Yeah?" Ted finally murmured.
"Yeah?" Mason murmured back.
Once naked, Ted was slightly less confident than he was in the bathroom, checking his phone for the time and saying they had to hurry up. “My wife will be wondering.” Mason, in turn was a little less eager. But the fuck was good. Mason wondered if all Anderson men fucked the same, if this was what his sister would be feeling tonight.
And then he remembered that this was his brother-in-law’s brother.
Maybe he could find out the answer to his question by direct experience … .
Fuck, Captain! My cock feels so good inside your tight ass. You keep riding me like that and you’ll make me explode.
Fuck yeah, soldier. Shoot your hot load inside me. You’re gonna make me bust my nut all over your chest.
Hell yeah, sir. Make your big dick spit all over me while I breed your married hole. Fuck!
"Here?" He asked.
"Yeah, here." I said. "Shirt off and start sucking."
"But what if people come by or someone looks out the window?" He asked.
"Too damn bad isn’t it?" I asked. "But don’t be stupid, that is my room up there."
"Oh." He said. "You sure we will be ok?"
"Do I look like I care? I am horny and you need to start sucking." I pulled down my shorts.
He dropped his shirt to the ground and started to suck. “You know why I don’t care?” I asked him. “I don’t care because you are the muscular shirtless frat boy on his knees sucking on my cock like some fucked up whore. I don’t care if people know about what a fucking slut you are. Suck it bitch.”
He just moaned around my cock. Then he suddenly went silent. There are sounds coming from the front porch. Some of the guys must have came outside.
"Don’t you fucking stop." I told him. "Or I will really make sure we get their attention." I pulled his face into my crotch so he can’t get away.
He choked at my rough treatment but he tried to mute his sounds since he didn’t want to grab the attention of the guys up front.
He started to use his hands, hoping to get me off faster. I slapped his hand away and pulled my cock out of his mouth. “What did I tell you about using your hands?” I cock slapped the jock pussy a few times across his face. “I told you that if I wanted a hand job I would have told you so. Now get back on my cock.”
He drove back down on my cock. “Just so you know, you stupid fuck. I was close before and now you have to work me back up again.” I said.
He looked like he is going to panic. The sounds of the guys are getting closer.
He was really working it at this point and, taking pity on my muscle boy toy, I didn’t hold back and blast a load in his mouth. The moment I was done with my load he quickly stood up and went for his shirt. I calmly pulled my shorts back up. Not a moment too soon because we heard the side gate open and a couple of the guys came in.
I greeted them while he faced away from them. He took that moment to wipe his face with his shirt. When he turned back, he was reasonably presentable. My cum in his stomach and any spit and stuff on his face wiped off into his shirt.
We spent a little bit of time just talking about nothing right there. He joined in the conversation like nothing had happened. But I know why his eyes are slightly red, why his lips are slightly puffy. I can tell why his hair is a little messed. I know why his face looked a little red where I hit him. I can also tell he had dirt on his knees and how it got there. That is all because I know him better than any of the other frat bros or team mates of his.
I looked up at my window, where I know a camera is still recording. Not only do I know, I have evidence.
I’d get excited every time my older brother Jeff came home to visit. I always looked up to him, but the real reason for my excitement was that Jeff gave the absolute best goddamn blowjobs. I mean, he’d build me up, get me to plateau, then cool me off before starting the cycle again. By the time I ejaculated I’d come buckets and my brother would swallow every drop. It’s funny: Jeff was actually engaged to a wonderful woman, but still he loved to suck dick. Said it was a part of sex he couldn’t experience with women, and he’d miss it if he ever went cold turkey.
In anticipation of his Thanksgiving visit I actually forced myself not to jack off for two weeks straight. I wanted it to be good, real good, when Jeff went down on me. I about went crazy and thought I’d have a wet dream or spontaneous orgasm, but I managed to last. When my bro started sucking me, I thought about warning him, but instead just let my two week load go. I thought he could use a nice surprise.
Resting my head on the warm towel, I could feel the sand just beneath me as I gazed at my partner, propped up on his elbow beside me. My eyelids instantly felt heavy and I struggled just to keep them open. Ray looked down and smiled, “Feeling tired? You did have a long morning.”
He chuckled and patted his belly as he spoke, drawing my eyes down to the bulge in his swim trunks. Leaning down, he kissed me on the forehead and whispered, “Rest up, I want your ass again before dinner.” Ray was no prude, but something about vacations brought out the stud in him.
I’d been fucking Ken Harris for a couple of months now. Dude was on the football and lacrosse teams, a real musclebound meathead, dumb as a brick but hotter than fuck. And he put out for me nonstop. He’d get up on all fours, flip over on his stomach, or… my favorite… he’d pin me down and squat down on my erect donkey dong and fuck himself silly. We did it three, four times a night whenever I’d go over to the Harris’s for a sleepover. I’m not sure Ken’s parents knew what we were up to, but I got a few knowing, suspicious looks from Mr. Harris, a quiet, stern ex-jock of a father who’d probably be upset to know what his son was up to.
At least that’s what I thought until Mr. H stopped me in the hall one Saturday morning. Ken was still sleeping in after we’d gone for a marathon session the previous night, but I had to get up and out the door to get back home. Mr. H. called to me, beckoning me into his bedroom.
"Dave, you got a sec? I want to talk to you."
"Yes, Mr. H?"
"Look, I know what you and Ken have been up to."
His gazed fixed coldly on me, and I was a lot nervous. But a little pissed off too. It was like he was trying to guilt trip me for his own disappointment with his son. “Yeah?” I replied matter of factly.
He sighed a deep breath. “Ken’s 18 and can do what he wants, and well, if he’s gay, he’s still my boy….” He lowered his voice, I’m sure to keep Mrs. H from hearing down the hall. “But I’m just surprised. I mean I thought it would be one of his friends, or someone he hangs out with regularly at school. I hadn’t even seen you before three months ago.”
Before I could think I blurted out the reason. “Ken likes guys who are big.”
A look of incomprehension. “You’re much smaller than Ken, you’re what, 5”…” Then he stopped himself and blushed. Mr. H. was no quicker on the ball than his son, but he was starting to figure it out. “Fuck!” he whispered.
I had an idea. “Wanna see Mr. H?”
I thought he might punch me, but he just gritted his teeth and nodded. I started to pull down my sweat pants, but he cautioned me. “Crouch down so Ellen can’t see you if she comes up.”
I exposed my giant dong to Mr. H. and watched the barrel-chested 42 year old father of two salivate and stare in horniness as my cock expanded into a full-blown erection.
Needless to say, I’m fucking Mr. H whenever I get the chance, now, too.
Son, I know you’ve just gotten back from deployment. But I haven’t had a decent blowjob since you left. Meet me in the shed in 10 minutes. And be ready to swallow a massive load.
Yes, Sir. Gladly, sir.
When I walk into the room, he’s all ready for me, my married man at 3pm Tuesdays. He’s a beauty, hairy, masc, and fit. Most importantly, he’s open to direction.
"Where’s that sweet pussy of mine?" I murmur, kneeling on the edge of the bed and working my slugger.
His mouth drops open a bit, as he eyes my fat cat, and he raises his legs as if on cue and pulls up his junk. I soak in the sight. It makes him look so damn … so damn pussy-ish, laying there like that. And that’s the way he likes it: top with the wife, bottom with me.
"You enjoying that?" my brother asks. I nod. I can’t really answer I’m in too much pleasure. I never knew another guy could make me feel so good. "Yeah, I thought so," he said. I turn my head to lock eyes with him. He’s smiling like a motherfucker. "You like my boy’s mouth, huh? I knew you would."
I groan in response. I don’t want to say yes. I feel like enjoying his boyfriend’s head will somehow revoke my “straight” card. On some level, though, I know that a mouth is a mouth is a mouth. And this mouth happens to be attached to someone with a dick. So what? “He’s good,” I say. “You’re lucky.”
"Better than your girl?" he asks. I hesitate, then nod. "Told you. Guys do it better." I flick my eyes down and notice he’s soft. I appreciate that. It’d be too out there for me if my brother were hard watching me get serviced.
That said, I have a strange urge to see him get his cock sucked, too. “Do him,” I say, and his guy switches over. I stare full-on as he gets my big brother’s cock hard and goes to work on it. Maybe it’s not too out there after all, I think. Maybe I can learn to like this.
… It was the third weekend in a row that my brother Ted came into the city. As usual, he’d had too much to drink out with his friends and was calling me in the wee hours of Saturday morning. Could he stay with me? Reluctantly, I went down to let him in.
Even in my half-sleep haze, I wondered if it was going to go down like last time, and sure enough, my little brother stripped down naked before crawling into bed. I did the same. We both passed out, but the next morning, his hand was on my bare chest. I pressed my body back against his a little and could feel his morning boner leaking against my hairy leg. He moaned, and I shuffled and soon we were chest to chest, face to face. My mouth pressed gently against his. Ted kissed back and soon we were making out and rubbing our cocks together, both horny in the morning and in no rush to get off. It was fantastic.
Spending the Entire Weekend in Bed with My Brother!
Hold on tight sport…I’m gonna cum right in yer ass…unnnhhhhh!
It was new territory for both of us, all three of us. Andrew and I had had a fight, and I found myself over at our neighbor’s condo, sharing a beer and spilling my woes. I’d never before that moment noticed how hot Kevin was but right then he was the hottest guy on Earth, hotter than Andrew even. So when Kevin leaned in, I not only didn’t pull away, I took charge of the kiss. We didn’t even make it to his bedroom. I ended up fucking him right there in his living room, bending him over the couch and shucking down his shorts to expose his bubble ass.
Andrew and I ended up kissing and making up. I told him about my fling with Kevin, and rather than be upset he seemed understanding. “If I were a top, I’d be fucking him, too.” I wrote off that comment to flippancy, but a couple of weeks later, Andrew asks what I would think of arranging a threeway with our neighbor. I couldn’t pick up the phone fast enough.
It’s moved from a one-time thing, to once-a-month, and now I’m fucking both guys every goddamn night. Life’s good.
Far Left: the groom, who’s finally giving in and joining the fun.
Middle Left: his best man, who’s a little drunk and easily persuaded
Middle Right: the closeted buddy, who loves the groom and isn’t even a little drunk.
Far Right: the bride’s brother, who’s in the military and has been down this road before … .
We laid in our separate beds dizzy from an afternoon of drinking at the family reunion. I almost fell flat on my face stripping down to my briefs, but he managed to catch me. His grasp lingered for a minute but I was too drunk to think anything of it. We had resigned to our hotel room, our parents thinking the brothers were too old for adult supervision. He was wide awake and obviously tipsy, flipping through channels on the out-dated television.
“So what do you feel like watching?” he asked.
“I don’t care bro, not this boring Discovery channel shit though.” An awkward silence followed as he continued scrolling through, landing on the hotel menu channel. Just as I was about to drift into sleep, he broke the silence.
“Well, how about we find some porn and beat off like the good ole days?”
I was almost in shock, but too excited to question his boldness. I could see the tent in his boxers, and I whipped mine out. You know, for the “good ole days”. As we lay there in heat, I could see him inching closer to the edge of his bed. As the younger sibling I matched him, heart pounding, scooting inch by inch, until we were both sitting up comparing our manhood.
“Not so little now, are ya bro?” By this point my dick was thinking for me, and the alcohol erased my inhibitions. I crossed the gap and crawled into his bed while he just smirked…
Maybe it was weird this divorced 40-something guy was hanging out at the same Florida hotel as a bunch of Spring Breakers. But after three days of nonstop partying and seeing all my buddies hook up with skanky sorority hos, Jeff Parsons was just what the doctor ordered. He sidled up to me in the poolside bar, made some small talk, and ordered me a drink or two. Pretty soon we were back up in his room, making out, slowly but intensely, knowing we didn’t have to rush it.
I about gasped when I felt the erection in his swim trunks. It wasn’t a record breaker but it was a full, thick piece of adult dick. I showed my appreciation by caressing and massaging the hard stalk.
As I pulled up to remove my trunks, Jeff pulled out his thick steel-hard cock. “Why don’t you sit in Daddy’s lap?” he urged.
It’s finally all the way in. And now the fucking begins. But you wanted this, remember? You begged for it, even though He warned you that once He was in He wouldn’t pull out until He came. So now you’re fucked, aren’t you, you silly size queen, because that huge cock hurts like hell and He hasn’t even started yet. And those muscle aren’t just for show, as you’re about to find out. Struggle if you must but this is happening.