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.
I won’t call him lazy, but I won’t not call him that either. The man knows what he likes, and that’s being ridden at a gallop until he cums. I say, “Yee-fucking-haw, cowboy.”
My wife thought I hated spending time at the country club with her father. Yeah, I hated every inch of it. Again and again and again.
I got this picture through a text from my little brother, saying: “finally!”
My dick automatically gets hard, knowing exactly whose asshole that belongs too. I’ve fucked it a few times myself, as well as fingered and eaten out. It’s the best ass I’ve ever fucked on either girl or boy, and I’m happy to refer to it as my father’s.
Dad is 99% a top, as my ass would tell you, but get him on one of his good days and he’ll beg for your cock like a bottom bitch. He’s tight, he’s wet, and he’ll purr like a kitten when you hit his prostate. He’s a sensitive guy back there, and only saves bottoming when he really needs it.
My little brother, whose ass has also been pounded by our father many times, will finally top him. If only I could be there in person to see the cherry pop, but good thing my little brother will capture everything on camera.
I didn’t know the guy’s name and he didn’t know mine. We were just at a fuck party that my buddy Dennis had organized. It’s probably better this way. I’m a city cop and while I’m happy to let loose on my offtime, I don’t want a reputation spreading.
He wasn’t my first fuck of the night but he was the best. I paused as I approached him, eyeing his greased megacock.
"Hi stud," he greeted me. "Dennis says you like ‘em big." He offered his giant stick for inspection. He was big all right. I still wasn’t sure how I was going to fit it inside me. "You wanna sit on it first, get used to this bad boy?"
Sitting on his lap with nine fat inches buried deep in my guts, I could definitely sense a special chemistry between us. It made me feel like confessing. “You know I’m a cop?” I said softly.
The guy smiled big. “Holy fuck, that’s hot.” And shoved his bare prick even deeper into me.
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It was a Wednesday afternoon when Jared’s Dad came up to his room. Jared had just gotten home from school and was really looking forward to finally having an afternoon off from football practice. He was looking forward to finding a couple of freaky Brazzers videos and jerking out a load. Seeing his Dad’s huge 6’2 body in his doorway kinda pissed him off a little.
“What do you want Dad?”
“Hey son, come here, I wanna go show you something. You’re old enough now.”
So Jared and his Dad got in the car.
“We’re goin to the park sport, I wanna show you a little secret.”
When they got there Jared’s Dad headed for the public bathroom. Not the new one in the front, but an older one set towards the back.
“Uhh Dad, how is this a secret?”
“It’s not the bathroom son, it’s what’s inside. Ever have one of those days boy, where yer nuts feel like they’re gonna explode?”
Jared nodded. He knew exactly what his Dad was talking about. Jared was in prime form as a young jock boy. He was six feet tall and a beefy 230 pounds. His twice daily workouts under his football coach left him with a nicely sculptured body. His broad shoulders framed a boyish face with short brown hair. All the girls loved his massive guns that he showed off in tight sleeved t shirts. And they loved the fat bulge that his jeans showed off no matter how loose they were. Most days he would haul out his fat seven inch cock and stroke off a load two or three times. On better days he could get some football groupie chick to give him a hand job or even let him rub one out while feeling her tits. The poor boy had never actually gotten to fuck a girl yet, but he was certain he would very soon. His teenage body was constantly pumping out hormones and testosterone that made him horny as hell.
So he was interested in what his Dad was saying, although he couldn’t figure out what a dirty old public toilet had to do with getting off. But the thought of his full balls and his always half hard cock made his brain fog over, so he followed his Dad inside.
“See son, the great thing about the places” his dad whispered “is that there are always fags here ready to swallow a load. That’s right son, suck a load right out of ya!”
“No way Dad!” Jared said, his cock becoming instantly hard at the thought of getting a real live blow job.
His Dad chuckled and put his finger to his lips. Then he went down to the last stall and peered over. His Dad quickly opened the stall door next to it and went inside, beckoning his son to follow.
“Watch and learn son.” He whispered. His Dad, a tall athletic man, whose 6’2” frame was draped with rangy muscle and not an ounce of fat, slide his sweat pants down to reveal a patch of dark man fur on his flat stomach. Then he slid is lower to reveal and hairy bush and a fat half hard dick. Already half hard the dick was bigger than Jared. Jared could not help staring. With a little grunt his Dad fished the cock out above the sweat pants and slide up to the stall wall. Jared noticed a hole in the wall and was amazed when his Dad put his cock through the hole. In seconds Jared could hear a distinct slurping sound and then his Dad threw back his head and groaned.
“That’s right fucker, suck ma dick!” His Dad said, a grunt came from the other side. “Such a good cocksucker, aintcha?”
Jared marveled to watch his super masculine Dad humping the stall wall, trying to get as much of his fat shlong down the throat of a guy they could not even see. His Dad was grunting, grabbing the top of the stall wall as it rocked back and forth. Just as Jared was sure his Dad was going to tear down the stall his Dad’s face scrunched up and he let forth a loud “godddddddman!”
After a few seconds his Dad pulled back, a loud pop sound came from the other side as the man sucking clearly did not want to let go. His Dad laughed.
“Hey buddy, I got my son here, you wanna get another load?”
“Oh shit mister…really?” the man on the other side sounded like he had just won the lottery. “Fuck yeah, give me your sons cock, oh shiiittttt.”
“Go ahead boy” Jared’s Dad put his hand on Jared’s firm teenage ass and pushed him towards the wall. Jared nervously unzipped his jeans and pulled out his own rock hard cock. He copied his Dad and put the dick through the hole.
A most wonderful feeling followed as the man on the other side swallowed his dick whole in one gulp.
“Oh sweet fucking hell!” Jared yelled. His Dad laughed.
“It’s good aint it son?”
“Jesus … so…. Good..fuck…” Jared quickly began to fuck the man on the other side, driving his cock into the willing throat over and over. It was too good to last, his first blow job was over in a matter of a minute.
Back in the car Jared was still dazed.
“you like that son?”
“Jesus Dad, I had no idea…”
“It’s fun aint it.”
“That guy there everyday?”
Jared’s Dad laughed. “Dunno son, probably someone is there most days, but be careful. You don’t wanna come here too often, too many cops patrol here, plus people might think yer a fag if you let too many guys suck you off.”
That night Jared relived the encounter over and over in his head. The smell of the old bathroom, seeing his Dad’s hard prick, the feel of the man’s mouth. He couldn’t help it and jerked out three more loads of cum before passing out well after midnight.
Jared tried not to think about the park bathroom the next day, but instead found himself half hard to out right full on hard all day because he couldn’t help thinking about it. After practice he rushed home and, determined to follow his Dad’s advice, did not go to the park but instead jerked out a record five loads before falling sleep later that night.
But the next day was, if anything, worse. One of his buds even comments on his constantly hard dick. Jared laughed and said he watched some awesome porn the night before and kept thinking about it.
That afternoon, after practice and a shower Jared drove home. Without even thinking about it he found himself at the park. In a daze of lust and with his hard dick leading the way he walked back to the old bathroom.
To his disappointment he found it to be empty. No cocksucker waiting in the stall. He mentally shook himself and realized how stupid he had been. He decided to go home and vowed to never come back.
As he left the bathroom he almost ran smack into a gorilla of a man. He was about Jared’s height, but much wider and barrel chested. He had dark five o’clock shadow on his low brow face. He smelled of cheap aftershave and had a tight Ed Harley t shirt over his highly tattooed and muscled arms.
“sorry” Jared said as he tried to slip past. But the guy stepped in front of him.
“where you off to in such a hurry boy?” the man growled.
“N-n-nwhere, I was just uh, leaving…”
“Didn’t find what you were looking for boy?” The man smiled a wicked smile and reached down and grabbed his crotch through a thin pair of sweat pants. “Was this what you were looking for?” He said with a chuckle.
Jared felt his face go red as he could not help looking down and seeing the man’s hand around a large hard cock. “N-no, no. I gotta go.”
“You aint goin nowhere faggot. I got balls that need emptying and you got a mouth that needs feeding, clear?”
“No way, I’m not a faggot-“
“Bullshit” the man pushed Jared back into the bathroom and closed the door behind him. The man planted his sizable body against the door and spread his legs. The hard cock was not tenting out of the sweat pants. “Why else would a little snot like you hang around here?”
“I was just-“
“Stop your yapping and get on yer knees faggot. I aint got all day, I got a wife and kids to get home to!”
The man grabbed Jared’s shoulder and began to push him down.
“Stop mister, you got it wrong.” But the man’s strength was amazing and Jared found himself on his knees, the jutting cock only inches from his mouth, only the thin material of the pants separating them.
“If you don’t get yer lips around that hog right the fuck now I am calling the cops and telling them you came on to me. It’s a crime you know, to solicit sex.”
“But I didn’t-“
“My word against yours faggot. The cops know what boys like you do here, they’ll believe me.”
The man slipped his sweats down and a fat ugly drooling 10 inch cock bounced into view.
“Now get ta work boy.”
Jared was panicked, but he could not figure a way out. Even if the cops let him go he knew his Dad would find out and how could he explain this to him. Jared closed his eyes and stuck his tongue out, he barely grazed the warm tip of the man’s steamy hot rock hard man cock.
“Quit teasin fucker!” the man roughly grabbed the back of Jared’s head and forced the spongey hard tip of his quivering red hot man rammer into Jared’s soft and unwilling mouth. Almost instinctively Jared began to suck on the head. He had a man’s cock in his mouth, how could this have happened. The persistent pressure from the man’s hand on his head kept the large drooling man tool lodged in Jared’s soft wet jock boy mouth. Over and over the man pushed the mushroom sized head into Jared’s mouth, going deeper each time. Jared tried to keep up but the fat monster dong slide further and further down, causing him to gag. Spit began to drool out of his mouth and tears began to run down his cheeks.
The hairy beast was grunting and swearing, trying to skull fuck the novice faggot, desperate in his need to spill his man seed. His balls full of rich creamy alpha juice. His brain focused only on using the boy to get himself off. After a few minutes of Jared struggling to keep the monster cock from choking him to death the man felt his balls tighten.
Jared was not prepared for the large spurt of real man juice that jetted into his throat, nor for the 5 more red hot spurts of man cum that came after. Gobs of white man batter spurted from his lips and fell into his jeans and shoes. The an angrily shoved his cock into Jared’s skull again and again until at last the cock only dribbled a small stream of man cum into the boys mouth.
The man shoved Jared’s head back, extracting the softening cock. Jared’s mouth felt strangely epty, yet Jared felt an immense shame.
“Not bad faggot, but you need to practice more.” The man grunted. He pulled up his pants and quickly left the building.
Jared sat there, tears running down his face. He knew that he was not a fag, but he had just taken a huge load of man juice down his throat, and, his cock was still rock hard in his jeans. He bolted up and ran, as fast as he could, back to his car.
He ran so fast he did not notice the man who had just given him that load of cum was lurking to the side of the restroom building. He was on his cell.
Meanwhile Jared’s Dad was wrapping up his day’s work, his muscular but sinewy frame in a tailored power suit. He felt his cell phone vibrate and he fished it out of his jacket pocket.
“Yes” he barked.
“I just got done with yer boy. Thanks for the heads up man, he needs a lot of work but I still got off big time.”
Jared’s Dad gave a small moan and he reached down and adjusted his quickly hardening cock. He leaned back in the chair and, still fondling his cock through the suit material, said.
“Tell me everything.”
Two minutes later Jared’s Dad, breathing heavily, felt his rock hard cock spurt furiously into his suit pants.
His plan was working.
These sales call visits got pretty wild. My coworker Dan was married with kids but now that he’s turned forty he’s going through a midlife crisis and exploring all the mansex he never had.
One day after a pretty terrific fuck session, we were getting cleaned up and dressed again for dinner with the client. When Dan leans over, lifting up his shirt tails. “You think we got time for one more go, buddy?”
I looked at my watch. 25 minutes till dinner. As boner-inducing as the sight in front of me was, I wasn’t even sure I’d be recharged enough. “I don’t know, man.”
"C’mon, Bill. I’ll even let you do me without a rubber this time."
My cock shot straight up.
We weren’t able to do it regularly enough for me to call it a ritual, but it definitely felt like a homecoming. Each Christmas I get a week off work. Christmas Eve my family and I spend it with my wife’s parents, Christmas Day we pack up the car and drive four hours to my folks. The kids love having a large wooded property to run around and play in. My wife loves to cook and bonds with my mother in the kitchen. Dad and I pour a couple of bourbons on the rocks and sit down to watch TV.
Dad gets up and I don’t think anything of it. Figuring he’s gone to the restroom or to get another drink. But when it’s been a while, too long, I start to get a feeling. Peek into the kitchen to make sure Diane and my mom are still there. Then pad upstairs. To Dad’s study, where a mattress is laid down for guests. Dad’s nude and on his haunches. Hairy, bared, and beautiful.
Every bit of horniness I felt as an 18 year old discovering sex came back to me. I shut the door, locked it. And unzipped.
The next ten minutes were wordless. I reached down and pushed my fingers into Dad’s hairy crack. Soft fur gave way to the slick stickiness of lubricant. I wiped some on my erect cock. I decided to tease Dad’s hole patiently, getting him used to the blunt shape and size of my dick head. I rub up and down, push gently but not enough to break. I’m leaking like crazy on my own father’s ass pucker.
Dad was less patient than me. Before I realize what’s what, my father is backing his butt against me, impaling himself on my prick. I sink in hard and fast. I’m a little out of breath from the suddenness, the tight feeling of his bowels on my rod. Dad must have been eager for it, he’s bouncing back and forth like a pro, punching himself from the inside out.
At least till I grab his hips and steady him to take charge of the fuck. Thrusting in, and again. Deliberately, possessively. This is my father and I want to own him. I want to drive.
We never talk about it, but each year it seems inevitable. Just the time and opportunity change.
I want to announce it. I want to say, “Dad I’m about to come.” But I know to keep silent. Anyway, he wants it, I can tell. He wants his son to shoot deep inside him, to breed him. This is the most perverted act two men, father and son, can do. Fucking, not even a rubber as a barrier between son’s cock and dad’s rectum. Skin against membrane, male bonding to the extreme.
My thrusts become uneven. I lean forward for leverage, almost there. I want to bite his flesh, chomp down on his shoulder to stifle my cry, but I know I can’t leave a mark on him. Not this year.
"Dad," I whimper, as my sperm flooded his hole and I felt 18 all over again.
It had been a fun long weekend visiting my Uncle Mike. I thought we were all fucked out, but as it was getting close to time for me to go, we started making out and soon one thing led to another. Once again we were doing it, right there on the living room floor. Me sitting in Uncle’s lap impaling myself on his rigid bare prick. Him attacking my neck with kisses and moaning how fucking great it felt to be boning his favorite nephew.
I knew we’d probably both feel guilty afterward, but it felt so frickin’ amazing getting fucked by him.
Suddenly, my uncles body starts to tense up and he starts snorting deep breaths. I know all of a sudden he’s shooting into me, and I lose it too, spraying his hairy chest. Our lips meet and we make out again in an intense post-fuck kiss.
"Damn, Jake," he sighed. "I can’t keep my fuckin’ hands off you."
I ground my butt into Unc’s crotch hard and felt his bone still leaking in my guts.
Giving Grandpa Charlie boners.
I wasn’t sure I liked my boyfriend’s new beard but he said he wanted to grow it out as an experiment. I kept telling him I liked him better clean shaven. That is, until one day he’s fucking me and I look up at his gruff masculine face and I’m shooting the biggest load I can remember.
"Something’s got you worked up," he growls as he leans down and kisses me, his bristle tickling my face as his tongue enters my mouth.
I can still feel his hard cock throbbing in my ass and have a feeling I’m gonna get fucked some more.
There are three things Mike Connelly never does. I never get fucked. I never fool around with guys I work with. I never do it without a rubber.
Only I’m lying here in a financial district hotel room that my coworker Rick got with points. I’m sweaty and wet from the load I’ve shot on my chest, but mostly feeling stretched from where Rick has first conquered and then juiced my hole with that club of cock he has between his rugby-player legs. I thought I’d feel sore but it’s most a sensation of intense emptiness in my ass. The room is stuffy and warm, and Rick goes over to turn up the AC.
"Fuck, you’re a hot one, Connelly," he says as he saunters back to the bed. I can’t keep my eyes off his cock, which has not gone soft but rather maintains its magnificent girth and hardness, swaying back and forth like a hypnotizing charm.
The charm’s working too, because involuntarily I find myself spreading my legs again, lifting them. Rick smiles as he sees my tight 26-year old analyst hole. Rick shot pretty deep inside me so I’m not leaking yet, but my hole is still a little wet with his sperm and the extra lube he’d applied.
"You want Daddy to throw ya another fuck?" he laughs. "All right stud, flip over. I wanna mount you from behind this time."
Every Christmas Eve, my son and I open one present before we open all of them Christmas morning. I tell my son which one to pick, so he crawls under the tree and retrieves my present. He opens it up, and his mouth falls open, “thanks Dad, this is exactly what I wanted!”
Next morning I find my son on the sofa, stroking his cock while he pounds his ass with his new dildo.
"Using your present already?" I comment.
"Fuck yeah, I love it!"
"Well, there was actually two parts to that gift," I say as I slide off my robe, "the second part is getting fucked by the real thing."
jockboy learning what makes coach hard enough for round two…
I knew I could get Mr. Hansen in trouble, but I had a thing for my history teacher and now that he was a chaperone on the senior trip I knew I had the perfect opportunity.
Especially with the weird vibes he was giving off. When you’re a star football player at a Georgia school, you’re used to getting special treatment from your teachers. But this was something more. Or maybe a more sexual extension of the normal attention. In any case, I flirted back the best I could, and I swore that in addition to a getting chuckle out of Mr. H, I was getting a full crotch out of him too.
Finally one afternoon, he saw me in the hall and asked if I wasn’t going to join the others in going to Bourbon street. I shook my head. “Nah. Mr. H, I thought I’d just chill here. Listen… sir….” I was mustering up all my courage. “Is it OK if I hang out with you for a while.”
Hansen smiled big, then nodded. “Sure thing, Jeff.”
It wasn’t my kink but Doug was a real honest-to-god ex-Division I-A football jock with a flawless bod, real eight-pack, boy-next-door looks, and the hungriest hole I’d ever entered.
So when he had a request, his wish was my command. Turns out Dougie had a shaving fetish. Had a collection of video files on his computer of just guys shaving, and he was always hounding me to let him watch me shave. That first time he jerked off watching me was intense, I just had no idea what a turn on it was for him.
So one morning I’m shaving and Doug’s watching, jerking his meat and getting shorter of breath. “Stop for a moment,” I command. He looks up at me confused, curious. “Get up here,” I say.
I pick up the can of shaving cream and squirted out a baseball size ball of it. Slowly, I applied it to Doug’s face, and I swear I could hear the thwack of his cock bouncing up against his perfect abs. “Damnit, Mike,” he swore, clearly turned on like never before.
"Here, stud," I urged, "sit up on the counter." He hopped up and groaned out loud when I started smearing the cream all over his torso. Doug’s not a hairy guy, but he has a nice treasure trail from his pecs to his crotch. I lathered it up and with a razor, gently started scraping off the fur.
This was by far the most erotic connection we’d ever had, and silently we performed what felt like a sacred ritual. Me in charge, Doug submitting. I don’t have a preference for hairy or smooth, but my man looked even hotter with his muscle definition bared in full view. My cock throbbed harder with each swipe of the razor.
"Lift up your legs," I ordered. More cream, applied to his perineum and ass cleft, and with some careful razor strokes, my ex-jock has a perfectly smooth crack and hole. I can’t take any more and nudge my hardon right on the bulls-eye, push in.
Doug’s even readier than eye. “Aw yeah, Chief. Fuck me.” His prick jerking like a spawning salmon. I pull back and thrust in again. Hard, determined. And again. “Oh fuck,” he cried.
I start a steady pace and lean forward a little. Holding Doug’s head in place with my left I hand I instruct him to hold steady. With my other hand I pick up the razor and start shaving his face, starting at the right cheek.
The ex-football player whimpers and his body tenses up, and suddenly rockets of sperm are firing out of his nice seven-incher of a cock while my dick’s pounding him from the inside.
"Coach, come here!" It was my star player Eric, beckoning me over to the locker room entrance. "I need to talk to you." We were in the middle of a game, it was only a scrimmage, but still. I was a little annoyed. But I told my assistant Jack to watch things and followed my QB.
"What is it?" I huffed a little impatiently.
At which point Eric begins unlacing his uniform pants. He’s taken out his cup already and a nice hard jock erection pokes up. “C’mon Coach, blow me. It’s been three fucking days.”
I had the right mind to tell this kid to watch his mouth and not to talk to his coach like that. Then lecture him on how there’s a time and place for our escapades and this was neither. Instead, I looked down at the eager spike sticking out. Eric Barsam was the quickest shooter I’d ever encountered, and I knew that thirty seconds of sucking his bone would get him off.
What the hell. I hunkered down and got ready to service my player.
"Aw yeah Coach," he muttered as I felt his hands grip my hair.
It has been several minutes since I unleashed my cum inside his tight, smooth ass. As I stand there next to the bed, I can’t help but admire how gorgeous his butt is. He is still lying on his front, with his sexy rear end still on display. Those round buns perfectly joined his muscular legs, and framing a smooth, tight hole that has siphoned every drop of cum out of my cock.
Suddenly, and unexpectedly, he clenches his butt muscles. It is as if he is trying to squeeze his butt cheeks together and pushes the cum deeper into his bowels. I suddenly realize that he is a natural bottom, that his cravings to be bred by a man is an instinct that he can never ignore. Just seeing his round butt that is holding a massive amount of my cum, and the way it undulates to try and keep it all deep inside of him is making my cock harder, even when I have just shot a load into that sexy ass.
I climb back onto the bed, crawling in between his spread legs. My hard dick, still shiny with lube and remnants of my cum, somehow knows its way as it aims for that exposed hole. I press one hand onto his back, while the other angles my dick for reentry into his body.
"Stay down there, brother-in-law. I’m going for seconds." I tell him.
Shit, I hope my sister doesn’t decide to come home early from work today. It will be very difficult to explain why I’m deep-dicking her husband on their bed.
Kyle was the goofball in our little group. The one who’d always whip it out and start stroking whenever he got a boner.
"Dude, put that away," Mike would yell. Maybe it was the pot we smoked every afternoon that summer, but Mike and I couldn’t stop laughing as we watched Kyle rub his hardon lazily, while his right hand held the splif.
We may have teased and protested but within ten minutes we had our own cocks out and were flailing away.
I smirked as I took another bite of eggs, “Apparently.”
My stepfather followed my gaze to notice his tented boxers, before sheepishly turning toward the counter as he said, “Your mother can’t get back soon enough.”
I pushed my plate across the table toward Dan, “Want some bacon?” Nodding, he turned to grab some bacon—his manhood hadn’t subsided, not even a little—and I delivered the punchline, “I’ve always preferred sausage.”
He laughed, but I didn’t. When he noticed the sincerity behind my jest, amusement made way for interest. I could see his cock twitch behind the thin fabric. Not one to overthink anything, Dan hooked his thumbs into his boxers and said, “Well then, breakfast is served.”
Meet me in the showers, coach
My boy Derek had a thing for cops and a long-standing fantasy about being overpowered and arrested by a bunch of brutish, musclebound police officers. So, for his 20th birthday, I was going to make his fantasies come true.
I was in a foul mood, having worked late and been on the phone till 8 arguing with lawyers billing our company by the hour for the privilege.
“Fuck, you had a rough day today, didn’t ya, Bill?”
That was my partner, Jack. Fifteen years older than me, taking an early retirement. We had our differences like any couple, and I first wondered how it would work out with me a workaholic and Jack a man of leisure. But the guy’s the best thing that’s happened to me.
Plus, it’s nice having someone bring you a frosty beer the minute you walk in from having one bitch of a day. I settled down into the loveseat, looking forward to my beer and some mindless TV, when Jack kneels in front of me, lifting up his T-shirt.
“Would this make you feel better?” he said softly. “C’mon Bill, suck on Daddy’s titty.”
I set down my beer and latched my mouth on that perfect man-nub.
MATURE HAIRY DADDIES
We had an online flirtation. I made it to Chicago regularly on business, and the last time I’d met a cute, muscular Latino man. Nothing happened that night but we exchanged contact info and have been in touch ever since.
"How big is your cock?" he finally asked me one night.
I described it in detail.
"You’re shitting me," he shot back. I assured him I wasn’t and sent a picture.
"I don’t know if I can take one that big," he replied.
"Sure you can," I wrote. "Maybe you can practice on one before we meet?"
The next day I got a photo of the dude suckling on a giant dildo. “I wanna be ready, Boss,” he wrote.
There has been talk about Mr. Fielding. Gossip. Ever since he got divorced and came out, he was like a different man. Gone was the gruff ex-Marine coach who’s bark some insult at you as you walked down the hall. Instead, he was smiling all the time, even whistling as he strolled down the hall. A happy man. That’s why I couldn’t understand why everyone was so uptight. Just let the guy fuck who he wants for god’s sake.
The straw that broke the camel’s back and scandalized our sleepy suburb was when Mr. F started seeing younger guys. Barely graduated, just a year or two older than me. Lots of hushed voices murmuring how it was an unacceptable situation. They didn’t fire Mr. F but he had to step down as assistant coach on the football team.
I felt kind of bad for him, and I guess I went a little out of my way to be friendly to him. Staying after class to ask him questions, saying hello to him in the hall. The good thing was my grade in American History was going up. The bad thing was I got the feeling Mr. F thought I was coming on to him.
Particularly when he asked me if I could come over to his house on Saturday to help him move some furniture. He’s pay me and treat me to lunch. Nervously, I accepted and was a little ashamed at my caution when I arrived and it was just like he said. We moved some old furniture to the spare office to make way for some new stuff Mr F was having delivered.
But at one point I’d gone to the bathroom and came back down the hall to see Mr. F completely nude. His tall, muscular body hunched over in a come-fuck-me position. His ass was smooth, as was his masculine hole, winking at me like a hungry pussy. I was boning up fast, and Mr. F smiled when he looked down at my crotch. I was just a regular 18-year-old suburban kid but at that moment I felt like the most powerful man in the world.
I knew this was the sort of thing that could get Mr F fired, and me in trouble. But that forbidden fruit never seemed more tempting. I shucked my shorts and let my hardon stand rigid between my spread legs.
Just like that daddy
Justin and I had not talked about that evening we rented a hotel room after a night out drinking, but there was definitely this tension between us. It’s kind of hard to forget having your coworker’s legs wrapped around your waist as you thrust you dick in and out of him. I thought I’d see him give me sideways glances, but told myself I was making that up, and in the future I’d know better than to hook up with someone I work with.
Only one day, Justin got a devilish grin and said, “I got a key to the 3rd floor conference room. Wanna go fool around?”
I couldn’t say yes fast enough. Surreptitiously we went our separate ways and made our way down to the 3rd floor. Justin had already stripped off when I got there. “Nice, buddy,” he said as he watched me remove my suit and shirt and carefully drape them on a chair. I pulled on my dick as I watched the hunk lie back down on the floor and spread his legs.
"I lubed up, buddy, but I don’t have a rubber. Is that OK?"
I reached down and grabbed his ankles, pulling his legs further apart while I ambled into fuck position. He let out a hiss of air when my bare cockhead pushed against his greased pucker.
"You little cocktease," I growled and pushed into him.
It’s just a memory I’ll never forget:
I slept over at my friend Eric’s house and in the morning his mom made us breakfast. His dad was walking around in his bathrobe and I was such a horny kid at the time and had such a total crush on his bearded bear of a dad that I’m sure my eyes never left that tantalizing seam where the two sides of his bathrobe overlapped, hoping for a peek at what lay underneath. Well, I got my wish, but in a completely unexpected way. After we’d eaten, I was packing up my bag in Eric’s room and getting ready to go home when I realized I’d left my toothbrush in the bathroom. I walked down the hall and found the bathroom door closed - but it usually was, so I tried the doorknob and it was locked.
"Who’s that?" said a soft voice inside - Eric’s dad.
"It’s Natty," I said. "I left my toothbrush in there." My heart was pounding at this point - even just the notion of Eric’s dad in the bathroom was almost too much for my young horny brain to handle. After a moment I heard the knob jiggle - he had unlocked it for me.
"Come on in and grab it," he said. I opened the door and there he stood - completely naked, shaving his neck, with the longest, thickest, hairiest cock I’d ever imagined in my fantasies dangling - no, heaving - in front of my face. He cracked the sexiest grin. “Sorry I’m naked,” he said. He motioned with his head to the toothbrush which sat right on the edge of the sink.
"Thanks Mr. Bonadio," I said as I picked it up.
"No problem," he said, and winked as I closed the door behind me. I threw my toothbrush in my bag, said goodbye to Eric, caught my breath on the sidewalk outside and headed home, ready to jack myself off into oblivion once I got there.
By Natty Soltesz
The first time I had seen a man’s cock was when I was a kid. We had finished swim class and I had already been checking out my principal Mr. Tilston who stuck in the deep end. He was still wearing his swim trunks, but he might as well have been naked for all I knew. I knew from the moment I saw his hairy chest, I was a boy in need of a man.
When we were finished changing, I deliberately waited around to watch what Mr. Tilston would do. I remember him peeling his trunks off and I swear, his cock was semi-hard. I remember it was large and I remember the head was a deeper red then the rest of the cock. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. I didn’t know what that meant then. I still think about that day. wishing that I had the wherewithal to take that man’s cock in my mouth and service it… make love to it and let him know that I was his forever.
Weekend camping trip with the guys, and quarters were a little tight in the 3-man tent we’d brought up. The hike had been John’s idea, but I would have been just as happy back on campus at some house party.
When I woke up in the middle of the night, though, I decided I needed to reassess. In the half-light I could see Adam sucking, then deepthroating what seemed to be a very large appendage sticking out from John’s hairy crotch. I watched Adam blow my best bud, until John’s sounds of orgasm filled the tent, despite obvious efforts to stifle himself.
I was mega hard by now so I stood up onto my knees like John, shocking both the guys.
"Man, think you can blow me, too?" I asked excitedly, and was rewarded with Adam’s hot wet lips kissing then encircling my cockhead. I moaned and leaned into his mouth, and experienced my first guy-on-guy blow job.
John rubbed my bare back and leaned into me, kissing the crook of my neck feverishly. I don’t know how I knew, but I could tell he was still erect. I turned my head and my mouth met his. The feeling of his kiss was intense and all of a sudden my ejaculate was filling my friend’s throat.
"That’s it," John laughed, breaking the kiss. "Feels great doesn’t it?"
"Fuck yeah," I replied.
"Bill, is that you?" For a man I’d yelled at the last time we saw each other, he sure was jovial. Mike Disandro played baseball professionally and though he craved sex and even a boyfriend like any red-blooded gay man, he never felt he could be open with it. We dated for six months, till I couldn’t take any more of his being in the closet and what it meant for us. So we had a huge fight and called it off. Probably not fair on my part, since he was up front about his limitations. But it was hard for me not to feel used and controlled, and we ended up with bad feelings all around. A shame.
Only now Disandro is clasping his beefy mitt on my shoulder and is all smiles. Like I was a long lost frat buddy. “How the hell you are doing anyway, man?” he growls, a little loosened by the drink he’s had this evening.
"Doing well, Mike," I beam back, both nervous about the outstanding tension between us and genuinely glad to see him. "How are you doing?"
"Same ol’ same ol’. Counting the clock on my career. Just turned 32 last week."
I clinked my beer glass to his. “Happy birthday. You look great.” Maybe not the best thing to say to an ex, but damnit he looked awesome.
He winked at me. Fucker could be flirtatious as hell. “You too, Bill. You seeing anyone right now?”
"Nah, a few dates here and there, nothing special, though."
"Their loss, buddy." I could detect a sadness in his tone.
"Listen Mike, I want to apologize about how we ended it. You were up front with me, and I shouldn’t have blown up at you for that."
He put his hand up to stop me. “Aw man, you were probably right. I’m not good boyfriend material for anyone. You gotta look out for yourself. You deserve someone who’ll be there for you Bill.”
"Thanks, Mike." I didn’t know what else to say. It was a weird surprise resolution to our tempestuous affair.
"Still," Disandro said, lowering his voice, "You got admit the sex was really hot."
"You miss it too, huh?"
Ten minutes later we were back at my place, with beefy Mike Disandro stripping off as fast as he could and lifting his power thighs for me.
There’s really nothing the beats the look of utter satisfaction on my Dad’s face after I’ve blown him.
I guess we know who won.
I don’t relish the idea of being a homewrecker or helping a guy be a deceitful schmuck. But I can’t help myself, I get off on fucking married guys. I mean, really get off on it. Older dudes in their 40s, all shapes and sizes but the common denominator is a casual, stand-up regular-guy demeanor. And a wedding ring on the left hand.
I know I’m fucked up. Fucked up for going for men twice my age. Fucked up for trying to replace the affection and attention my father never gave me. For getting off on the fact these guys can’t commit, that two minutes after orgasm, they’re washing up and getting dressed to go back to his wife and kids. Judge me if you like, but fuck, I’m having the orgasms of my life, time and again.
Greg is the latest married man I’m “dating.” Big muscular body, total DILF, I met him like a lot of the others: Craigslist post promising a discreet no-strings BJ, repeat hookups where I go down on him and swallow his married seed before convincing him he really wants his ass eaten. Greg was actually easier to try fucking than some of the others. Turns out he’d experimented a little and wanted to relive his college days. Fine with me, he was still virgin-tight.
Some of my conquests like to kiss, others refuse to. Greg does, but only would in the throes of fucking. Other than the sex, he’s more standoff-ish than most men. We’ll say a few words when he comes to my place, but it’s mostly matter-of-fact ritual of undressing, then me going down on him to warm him up before he flips over.
So he surprised me after a couple of months when he asked if I was clean. I told him truthfully I had nothing he had to worry about. Would I be willing to get tested? Sure. I thought he was being extra cautious, but when I said yes the normally laconic man smiled and said, “Cool. I’d love to feel your seed in me.”
Mike Leonard has been teasing me for the last month now. I was the gay guy on the team and actually it had really been an issue. I was just Bill - a little quiet and not into chicks, but just one of the guys.
Mike treated me that way, too, but of all the guys he was the one to kid me. Always hounding me about why I didn’t like pussy and what do guys do with each other anyway that’s better? I always deflected his taunts, but one night after a couple of beers I’d had enough.
"I’m an asseater, Leonard," I growled, "that’s what gets me off. Putting my face right in a guy’s crack and eating out that hole till he spews."
I thought my teammate would be disgusted or freaked out. Instead he looked intriigued.
"No shit, really?"
"Yeah, really," I replied.
"Well, I guess we’re both pussyeaters, then," he winked, clinking our beer bottles together.
I thought that was the end of it, only for the past few weeks Leonard’s been flashing his crack at me in the locker room. His locker ras across from mine, and he made sure his perfect buns were staring right at me. I had assumed it was a ribbing, but I notice he only did it when the other guys weren’t looking. When ut was just us his legs would be spread enough for me to see his balls hanging low and his tight, hair-dusted pucker. I decided to grab the bull by the horns.
"Say Leonard," I’m heading back to my place, wanna join me for a couple beers?"
This is “I-don’t-even-remember-his-name”, 30, 5’10”, 180. Very handsome, advanced degree, smooth young professional, “straight” and looking to expand his horizons. He has serious Daddy issues. I was happy to help. After I filled and flooded his throat, he shot a huge load that hit the headboard and soaked his chest. Amazing to watch.
November 17, 2014
I honestly might not have went with Aaron to his family’s cabin for that week if I’d known his dad Paul was a total fucking stud. As it was I couldn’t keep my eyes off the guy - I mean he wasn’t just “kinda sexy for an older guy,” he was full-on fucking HOT and Aaron seemed completely oblivious to it. The whole family did, actually, and almost all week Paul and Carol (Aaron’s mom) bickered and fought. It was pretty uncomfortable so I tried to stay out of things, but it only made me want him more. He seemed criminally underappreciated, and as the week went on I started to get the sense that he was noticing me too. I’m no slouch, I work out everyday and have no problem getting girls or guys. So I started showing off a little, just in subtle ways - wrapping myself in a towel when I got out of the shower and making sure I passed him in the kitchen, letting my shorts ride up my thighs when I was laying back on the couch reading and he was next to me on the easy chair. I definitely caught him looking, that time.
Then Friday morning I woke up early. He was out on the deck having coffee so I joined him. The rest of the family were asleep. We were looking out on the lake and talking about how nice the weather was looking that day and that it’d be a good day to take the boat out. He said “Maybe we should take it out right now?” I said “Sure” and we fired it up and headed out onto the water. There was already this erotic charge between us and we weren’t talking much, and the sun was getting hotter so we both took our shirts off. Finally we were out in the middle of the lake and he cut the engine and said “Let’s just drift for a while.” And we talked about how peaceful it was out here this early when nobody else was around. He was reclining on the seat and I was across from him with my feet up on the side of the boat and I could see his thick cock in his shorts. He caught me looking and he just smiled. “You could really do anything out here and nobody would be the wiser,” he said, and both of our cocks were swelling. He put his feet up next to mine and they were touching a little. We just sat there like that for a while, casually playing footsie, letting our cocks getting completely hard but neither of us making a move, just letting it happen as we drifted lazily along the surface of the lake…
This was the third time this month that Jeff came over to watch a baseball game and got too drunk to drive home. No problem, I’d say, he could crash on my couch and head home first thing in the morning.
This was also the third time this month I wake up to find my buddy face down on the couch and stripped down to everything except his trusted orange ballcap. With a wicked grin, I shuck my briefs and nurse my wicked-hard morning bone. I rustle in the end table drawer: by now I’ve learned to leave a spare bottle of lube in the living room.
Embarrassment wasn’t in his vocabulary. Mr. Ross—or “Ross the Boss” as he was known around the office—had the gregarious personality I’d always lacked.
I walked in him coming out of the gym shower and I was the one blushing. His voice boomed even louder in the quiet of the empty locker room, “Hey Alex, grabbing a swim over lunch?”
Biting my lip, I tightly held the towel around my waist as I answered simply, “Yeah, Mr. Ross.”
"Good on you, man. Best to stay in shape before you wake up one day and look like this," he framed his hairy belly in his hands for emphasis. My mouth hung ajar as I stole glances down at the huge piece of meat swinging between Mr. Ross’ thighs.
I forced a nervous laugh and averted my gaze, but the older man didn’t relent with his calm, smiling stance. Studying my reaction momentarily, he took a leap of faith, “No need to be shy, son. You’ve got a hot little body on you.”
Shocked, my head jerked abruptly to look at him as I tried to speak, “I… I… Thank you, sir.”
Mr. Ross glanced around the empty locker room as he stepped toward me. We were face to face, mere inches separating us, as he slowly ran a hand down my smooth back. Seeing no protest, he pushed the towel from around my waist and slid his fingers along my ass. Popping a finger past my sphincter, he leaned in until his lips were almost touching mine, and said, “You’re welcome.” His rough beard rubbed against my face when he kissed me, and time froze for a moment.
But it all came crashing down when we both heard the door to the locker room open. His finger popped out of my ass and he stepped back, grabbing his towel with a wide grin on his face and a semi between his legs. As he rushed out, he leaned into my ear and whispered, “Why don’t you stop by my office after you’ve showered?”
Trembling with nervousness, I managed a real smile when I said, “Yes, sir.”
man that boy is all butt
Buying that boat was the best investment I ever made. Now every summer I had a revolving collection of hot young men I could take out. Tony was my favorite. Not at all shy about stipping down to the buff for some sun and skinny dipping. He’s super talented at giving head, too, and it’s a rare afternoon when we don’t return to dock with two of my loads swimming in his stomach.
I’ve been coaxing him to let me fuck him, too. He’s often a little hesitant but when he’s in the mood I bend him over and go wild, munching his muscle ass for seemingly hours before I slick up and plant my dick deep inside his hot guts. It doesn’t take either of us long to come after the buildup.
One Saturday Tony called last minute and had to cancel. Seems he couldn’t get out of work that day. He asked if I could take his older brother Rick instead. “Don’t worry, Boss, I think you’ll like him. Dude’s got even more of a wild streak than me.”
Kyle cut an imposing figure - a hulking, musclebound state trooper at 6” and 235 pounds. He was proud of his body and his career and most of all his reputation as a no-nonsense kind of guy.
But not only did Kyle have a secret attraction to men, but he harbored an obsession with big dicks. Especially ones with huge girth. Wrist-thick jaw-breaking ass-splitting monster cocks. The trooper trawled every internet site and set up Grindr dates all over the tri-state area. Checked into airport hotels and discretely rang suburban doorbells. At best on a first name basis with his tricks and half the time not even that.
Just so he could have 15 minutes of pure dick worship and get abused by the biggest and thickest tools out there.
Sam is one of my players, and it would take an idiot for someone not to realize he was juicing up. The kid had packed on twenty pounds of muscle over the last three months and kept getting bigger.
The responsible adult in me knew I should discipline the lunkhead for doing steroids. But Sam was hardly a star athlete, and I knew he wasn’t doing this to improve his on-field performance. If anything he was slower and more musclebound in practice. No, the kid was turned on by muscle.
Or maybe he just liked the attention all the bulk got him from his Coach. Lately I was inviting him to use the weight room after hours or to shower in my office after practice. We started with BJs and progressed to quickie fucks at lunchtime. He was starting to sleep over at my place on the weekends.
Last night he was feeling and massaging my arm muscle and rubbing his erection against my hairy leg when he spoke up. “Man, Coach, I love your bulk. Is all this natural?”
"Yessir-ree," I replied, proud of my body and my accomplishments.
Sam’s hand cupped my meaty chest and added. “Cool. If you ever wanna get bigger, though, let me know. I can get some stuff to help you out.”
The responsible adult would have had a conversation with my player right then and there. Instead, I reached down Sam’s muscular back and wedged my hand deep into his butt crack, diddling his still-wet hole.
"You want your coach to get big for you?"
Those were the magic words. The boy’s fantasy handed back to him on a silver platter. Sam hiked his butt against my probing hand. “Fuck yes, sir. That’s be hot.”
Time to crash the lad’s little slumber party…
Just out of college, I was younger than most of the guys at this pool party, and at first I was nervous. Swimsuit optional had become “no swimsuit” and I found myself looking at a crowded pool of muscular naked men. They weren’t all model attractive but they had a relaxed masculine vibe that was a real turn on.
Nervously I slid off my swim trunks and laid back on the lounge chair. Near the pool I could see one of the guys checking me out. He was pointing me out to his friend and boning up looking at my bared body.
A shiver went through my body. It was all so public, and I could see a number of the guys notice the silent sexual communication between me and the guy with the cap.