r/gaystoriesgonewild

(I've never written a story like this before, but I'm excited to tell you all about an experience of mine. My first experience. Everyone is 18+. Names changed to protect identity. Everything is remembered to the best of my ability)

A little about me, I'm Aaron. Typical geek type, though I keep fit with long distance running. Twink bodytype. I shave and wax, aside from a cute soulpatch above my dick. I've got a decent ass too 😅

The story is about a time when I was at one of Jake's famous parties and got more than I bargained for. But to tell you that, you need to know what led up to it!

Jake's the kind of guy who gets what he wants. He had the girls, he had the car. And every few months he'd host a massive party whilst his parents were out. He'd basically invite anyone he wanted to get with, but also a bunch of his mates, friends of friends. Which is why I was surprised when I got an invite, college had ended months back. Honestly I just assumed I'd never hear from him again, being that we barely knew eachother.

He added me to a group chat with nearly 50 people in it. I was scrolling on my bed so noticed immediately and pulled it up as 'Jake😎 is typing'.

"yo @Aaron" he @'d me and my heart pounded. What was this about?

"Sup Jake" I played casually. Jake was insanely hot, and I don't deny I crushed HARD. The kinda gym lad who thinks they're god's gift, but with the natural success in genetics to back it up. A cheeky grin, defined features... and you better believe that extended downward. This man had a six pack before I'd drank a beer. He never hid anything in the showers, which I'd always secretly appreciated as even soft he hung at at least 5'5 inches. And, there was just something about his attitude that made everyone gravitate to him.

"we sorting out a party for next week. got drinks and a I'll spot you some weed. you comin?" he typed. I was stunned. Why was he being so nice to me?

"Oh thanks, that sounds fun! I'll have to check what I'm up to and get back" I responded, uncertain.

"oky nw" he typed before listing the address for the chat.

This was weird. Out of the blue, I hadn't spoken to this guy for... well barely ever. I'd watch him on the football field, daydream about getting to feel his hot sweaty muscles. But like, our chats had been pretty limited. Maybe they were hoping I'd bring lots of booze. Or knew a plug.

Then I received a DM. It was Jake. He typed "almost forgot, I got this for you too if you come through gayboy 😜" and my mouth dropped as a 5 seconds snap came through. Clutched in his big fist, Jake was stroking his veiny throbbing erection, wet from precum, above his washboard abs. I'd never seen him hard before but my mouth watered. As the video got the the last second he flashed the camera up and gave that cheeky grin with his tongue out and one eye closed that I'd seen him make so many times before.

Now he knew I was gay. I'd told someone I thought I could trust, and turns out I was wrong, but it wasn't so bad. Some people mocked me, they'd laugh and stuff, but Jake hadn't ever done that. Though, he had all the girls he wanted. But now, trying to entice me into sending him nudes back... was he bi? All these thoughts were zooming through my head when he sent another message.

"come on gayboy, that w33ds not free... not gonna leave me with blueballs are ya 🥺?"

I was so eager to send something back, I stripped and put my camera on timer, placing it carefully on my chair and started posing. It took me a few minutes before I got something I liked. I decided on legs to my shoulders with my pink boypussy exposed, giving a raised eyebrow. Ngl I was definitely going for cute. I captioned "How's this?", and hit send.

Then he read it. And I waited. My cheeks burnt like fire with anticipation. He started typing, then stopped. Aagh! Why did he stop? Was this all just bait to get the gayboy to expose himself. I went to delete but I could only remove the picture on my end. I panicked at Jake's mercy, dropping my phone on the bed.

But as I put my phone down it buzzed, and I yanked it back up. He'd sent a video holding a ruler to his cock. An unmistakable 8 inches of thick jock dick, with the caption "you look tight... you sure I won't break you baby 😈". I felt a wave of relief , but also like... he was fast to the point! I guess when life's handed to you on a silver platter, you get used to the fact that people don't tend to say no. I sure wasn't going to. The video ended with him slapping his fat cock on the desk his ruler was lined up on, and I'd be lying if I said that thud didn't make my hole twitch.

I immediately reached for one of my dildos. Started with my fingers, and then I lubed up and began working it into myself. I wasn't expecting this and my boypussy was tight, but I worked myself open hard and fast. I sent a video back fucking my ass with the dildo, and decided to get cocky.

"You're not my first rodeo" I captioned the video, pumping my hole with my pink jelly dildo and adding a few moans to spice it up. Truth is, I was lying. Aside from that dildo in my ass, and trading blowjobs with mate Sam, I was as virgin as mother Mary. But, I'd done my research. And I'd been practicing for years; I was ready for this. At least, I thought I was. Jake's response took me wayyy by surprise.

"good. I was hoping you'd be experienced, Nathan and I have been looking for a good hole for the party... I'll catch you Saturday, wear a cute jock too runnerboy" he captioned a still image of him and Nathan, one of his best mates who I had also lusted after (also a sporty jock). Looking upwards at them, both with their cocks and abs out, Nathan flashing a peace sign Infront of his hairy chest and Jake clearly caught mid-giggle. It was so sexy, I had to save it to chat before responding.

"Omg I've never had 2 guys at once... But I'd love to try 🥺👉👈"

"awesome, you're gonna love it. Btw Nathan says nice ass 😜" he responded, then his little icon disappeared and I knew he was gone. And I was left in my room, hole squeezing around my dildo, hand moving between fucking myself with it and pumping my wet cock, just staring at this picture of two hot jocks.

Did I just agree to lose my fucking virginity in a threesome?!

First time writing about one of my experiences guys so let me know if you enjoyed and would like me to continue the story!

All characters in this story are 18+
This story is completely fictional.
All acts in this story are fully consensual.

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I swear I didn’t mean to see it.
But I didn’t click out either.

It was just a casual online study session—cameras on, mics muted, everyone half-focused and pretending to be productive. There were five of us at the start. He was one of them. The one. The one I always stared at too long when I thought no one was looking. Sharp jaw, cocky smile, broad shoulders. Always in a tank top, always knowing exactly how to sit.

Eventually, people dropped off. One by one. A wave, a nod, a “catch you later.” Until it was just me and him.

Then he disappeared.

No goodbye. Just got up and walked off-camera. I figured he’d left, maybe forgot to exit the call.

But his camera was still on.

A few minutes later—he came back.

Wearing nothing but a white towel slung low around his hips. His hair was wet. Drops slid down his neck, clinging to his chest, trailing over his abs. My stomach flipped.

I froze. My mouse hovered over “leave meeting.”
I didn’t click it.

He didn’t say a word. Just tossed his phone on the bed, turned away, dropped the towel.

I gasped—quiet, instinctively.
He was naked.

Full ass on display. Thick, athletic, casually confident. He climbed into bed like he was totally alone, spread out on his back, one knee up, his cock resting against his thigh. I stared. Stared. My mic was muted, my camera off, and I couldn’t move.

Then he picked up his phone again. Scrolled. Smirked. And his hand drifted down.

He started jerking off. Slow strokes. Lazy at first. Like this was his nightly routine.

And I swear—he knew I was still there.

He didn’t check the screen. Not directly. But the way he angled himself, the way he bit his lip and flexed his abs—it felt intentional. Like he was putting on a show for whoever was bold enough to stay.

I was hard within seconds. Palming myself through my shorts like a fucking perv. My eyes glued to the screen, breathing shallow. He was moaning softly now. Whispery. Deep. His strokes got faster. Wetter. He shifted his hips and let out this guttural sigh.

And then—he let out the biggest load I had ever seen.

As his cum dripped onto his abs, he got up from his bed.

Still hard. Still dripping.

He walked toward his screen, cum streaked across his stomach, hand still slick from touching himself.

He leaned in towards his laptop.

Closer.

His face filled the frame. Eyes hooded. Lips parted. Breathless.

And then, dead into the camera—he winked.

Screen went black.

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One day, my friend and I went to the library to study for an exam. We are 19 btw. The night before he was sexting me. I thought he was joking so I went along with it. Now going back to the present. While we were revising, he was caressing my dick through my trousers. I was a bit turned on by this even tho I’m straight. I do the same thing he does to me back. He then reaches into my trousers and gives my a handjob and at a super first pace. I then grab his hard dick and try to match his pace. Because we was wearing trousers we felt restricted, so we decided to use the toilets to continue it. After reaching the toilets we took off our trousers and gave each other handjobs. My friend was leaking precum and I’ve wanted to suck a dick before. So I get on my knees and whisper “Let me clean your dick”. He says “yes” and I start the blowjob. I started licking the tip and sucking it because that’s where the precum was. And it was salty but had a hint of sweet to it. I make eye contact with him while I’m doing this and he looked shocked. This is probably because we’ve been friends for many years and he never excepted this. While I’m sucking his tip, he pushes my head further down and says “Suck all of this u slut” Now because this was my first blowjob I was sucking his dick slow the entire time. I assumed he got fed up because he grabbed my face and started face fucking me. I was pissed at first because yk Wtf are u doing? But I started to enjoy it. And when I felt his dick twitch in my mouth I knew he was gonna cum. He held my head in place so i couldn’t move. Bro When I tell you he shot out his loud like a fountain, he shot his load out like a fountain. It even hit the back of my throat. I had to swallow it all. After he took his dick out of my mouth. He called me a good boy. We continued to study but I was hard the whole time and couldn’t stop thinking about the blowjob I gave him and his salty cum. Anyways that’s the end of that experience. I have more with the same guy. So let me know if u want to hear it. (This is my first time posting on Reddit)

This is the second part of the story where a Ouija Board caused my straight roommate to fuck me. Read Part I here.

The night after my roommate Parker got possessed into fucking me, neither of us were able to sleep. There was an awkward air in our dorm room and neither of us could process what had happened. The few days that followed were the same. It was a shame because Parker and I had been best friends all throughout the year so far and now this insane paranormal fucking session had ruined all that. 

Deep down, I had to admit that the sex had been mind blowing. Having Parker (well the demon, Tom, in Parker’s body) plowing me was the best sex I had had all year. That being said, it wasn’t worth losing a friend over. Parker was straight and I can’t even imagine what it must have been like being possessed by a demon. 

I decided after a few days of us avoiding each other and the topic that I would try to smooth things over so hopefully we could get back to where we were. It was a Thursday night and I decided I would propose we did our normal Thursday night routine of smoking a bowl and pigging out (although maybe this time without the horror movie afterwards). 

“Hey Parker,” I said to him as he got back from class. “I don’t even know how to begin talking about what happened the other night.”

“Jake,” Parker cut me off. “I don’t want to talk about it. I don’t want to relive it. Let’s just drop it.”

“Okay,” I said to him, trying to drop it. I couldn’t help myself though. “Let me just say, though. I would never put you in that situation. You are my bro and I never want to cross that barrier. I don’t know what happened, but I want us just to be back to normal.”

Parker sighed majorly and sat down on his bed and looked at me. “I know it wasn’t your fault. It wasn’t anyone’s fault. Well, maybe mine for bringing that fucking toy into our room. You are right, let’s try to just move past this.”

I smiled and sighed some relief. “I’m so glad you said that because it’s Thursday night and I just rolled us a fat joint.”

Parker laughed at me. “Now we are talking. Let’s go out to the field and smoke that bitch. Definitely no horror movie tonight though.”

“Deal!” I proclaimed. We got ourselves ready and went out to the field where we normally smoked. Parker and I passed the joint back and forth getting properly stoned and joking back and forth. It actually felt like maybe we could get back to normal. Once the joint was out, we headed over to the food hall to stuff our faces. Once I started slowing down with my food, I thought again of that night and couldn’t stop myself from asking about it.

“Listen, bro,” I said to Parker. “Punch me in my face if you don’t want to talk about this, but like what did it feel like?”

“What?” Parker said with one eyebrow raised in confusion.

“Being possessed! I don’t need to go over what happened, but like were you conscious, did you know what was happening?” I sat and watched Parker play with his food while he thought for a second.

“I really should punch you in the face,” he said and I laughed back nervously. “It was fucking freaky, man. It was like I was trapped in a dream. I could see what was happening, but I had no control. It was like I was watching my body from above. It was really surreal, but the scary part was that I heard that fucking thing. Tom, if that’s even it’s real name. It was whispering inside of my head the whole time. It felt like I was going fucking crazy. Then once it was all over, I just snapped back into reality.”

“Holy. Shit.” was all that I could say back. Chills spreading over my body in fear.

“Yeah, it was fucking awful, but at least it’s over,” Parker said. I knew the conversation was done and I wasn’t going to dig deeper, even though hearing him say sex with me was awful was a bit painful.

“Cheers to that,” I said quietly and we clinked our glasses together. 

We headed back to our dorm after dinner. Joking normally again as our high asses bumped into each other. We had to pretend to be sober as we passed our RA in the common room and laughed all the way down our hallway. The laughter stopped when we opened the door to our dorm room. Sitting on the floor, right in between our beds, was the Ouija board.

All of the weed in my body evaporated and I instantly sobered up. “Parker, what the fuck is that doing here?”

I turned to look at Parker and he had gone completely white. He was even more afraid than I was.

“No, fuck this,” I said and walked over and grabbed the board and started marching out of the room.

“Where are you going?” Parker asked nervously.

“I’m going to fucking destroy this thing,” I called back and Parker started to run past me. I brought the board out of the dorms and marched to the parking lot where my car was parked. Parker stayed silent and just followed along and got in the car with me after I threw the board in my trunk.

I drove us first to a gas station and went inside to pick up a can of lighter fluid. Then I took the board out of the trunk and through it on the asphalt of the gas station where I doused it with the gas. Once it was properly soaked, I took out my lighter from the joint and lit that fucker up.

The board burst into the flames and Parker and I stood feet away to watch it and make sure it burned. After 5 minutes, the letters were no longer visible on the board and it was starting to curl as it burned.

“There, that should be the fucking end of it,” I said and got back in the car.

“Jake,” Parker said quietly as we drove back to campus. “Thank you. I really do hope that is the end of this.”

“It will be,” I said confidently. I didn’t know if I was trying to convince Parker or myself. The mood of the night was ruined and when we got back to the dorm, we said our goodnights and went to sleep.

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My eyes opened and I felt myself sit up. The room was completely dark but I was able to see everything in detail. My legs swung to the side and my eyes stared at Parker sleeping in his bed. Something felt off, was I dreaming? There seemed to be a haze in everything I saw and it felt like my entire body was on fire. 

Get up and go over there. I heard in a voice that hissed in a low voice. My body stood up and my hands went to my waist and pushed my shorts down so I stood there naked. I could hear something raspy filling the room and realized it was my breathing. I tried to adjust it but had no control.

I also had no control as I took long slow steps over to Parker’s bed or as my hand reached up and slowly slid down his blanket, exposing his body. It wasn’t until my hand went back and started pulling Parker’s shorts down that he woke up.

“Woah! Jake, what the fuck?” he yelled as he grabbed his shorts to keep them from sliding off. 

A low rumble filled the room and I realized that it was me laughing, although it sounded nothing like me. Parker tried to stand up, but my hand reached out to his chest and shoved him down. His body slammed into the bed and it creeped like it was going to break. My body climbed on top of him and straddled his waist. 

“Jake, what the fuck get off!” Parker yelled and he moved his hands to push me off but I caught his arms in my hands. His body was shaking as he tried to pull his arms free, but my hands were like a vice grip. This was wrong; Parker had 30 pounds on me and was always working out. There was no way my slim figure should be overpowering him like this. His eyes looked frantic with fear.

Pin him down. The voice hissed again in my head. I brought Parker’s wrists together into one of my hands and then slammed them down above his head, once again causing the bed to shake like it was going to break. Parker still looked frantic. I watched as he took a huge inhale of air, I knew he was going to scream.

Shut him up. My other hand flew up to cover his mouth and Parker frantically screamed into my hand.

I low laughing happened again then a voice spoke out of my throat. “Jake’s not home right now.” Laughter. “Come on Parker. You are the one that summoned me. We had so much fun last time, it’s your boy Jake’s turn.”

I heard Parker mumble something into my hand and realized he had tried to say "Tom".

Parker just stared at me in fear. I felt my body start shifting. My ass was grinding into his crotch, but I didn’t think there was any way he would get hard with as scared as he was.

“If I take my hand off your mouth, do you promise not to scream?” Tom's voice asked out of my mouth. “This can be painless for you, you could have fun too.”

Parker stared in silence and then slowly nodded his head. My hand left his mouth and my body shifted up. The hand that wasn’t holding Parker’s wrists, reached down into his shorts and grabbed onto his cock. He whimpered a little but I didn’t stop. My thumb was circling his foreskin and lightly tugging on his cock. I couldn’t believe it but it felt like it was firming up.

“Yeah, that cock of yours is getting hard already. I bet you’ve been hoping to fuck Jake’s body again. Dreaming of it. This time I’ll let you enjoy it without me in your head,” Tom's voice burst out laughing causing the windows to shake.

“Fuck you, Tom,” Parker said and spat onto my face. The laughter got louder.

“Kinky,” Tom's voice said to Parker. My hand wiped the spit off of my face and went down to use it as lube on Parker’s cock. It was definitely harder, no it was almost completely hard. “See, you like it. How long have you lusted after your roommate’s hole?”

“Fuck YOU!” Parker screamed and he tried to kick himself free and move his arms again.

Don’t let him up. My legs tightened around Parker’s waist, squeezing in his ribs and my hand kept his wrists pinned down. Parker gasped as the air was squeezed out of him. My free hand went down and pulled Parker’s shorts down enough to free his monster cock. Then the hand put it between my asscheeks. My body was grinding against Parker’s hard cock. Even though I wasn’t in control, the feeling of his fat cock pressing against my hole and rubbing precum into me felt amazing. 

My mouth spit into my hand and then mixed the spit with the precum on the tip of Parker’s cock and in one move, my ass lowered onto his cock and my hole spread to start taking him in. Parker gasped as my hole squeezed his cock and a low voice moaned out of my body.

Slowly my body started moving up and down Parker’s cock, taking in more each time. I never considered myself a power bottom, but having this much control over him felt good and oddly enough it looked like the fear in Parker’s eyes had changed to something else and it even sounded like he was moaning a bit.

A minute later and my ass was fully slamming down on Parker’s cock. Taking in all 8 inches over and over again. I could feel the sensation and it felt amazing as the feeling of my prostate being pounded mixed with the brain fog that I was in and the heat that was taking over my body. I looked down and Parker was moaning in pleasure as my body fucked his.

“Knew you liked it,” Tom said out of my body. “I’m going to free your arms, but if you try to push me off, I’ll just pin them down again. Enjoy what’s happening, you manwhore. Fuck your roommate.”

My hand let go of Parker’s wrists and I couldn’t believe it when his hands instantly went to either side of my waist and started pulling me down to fuck me deeper. Parker was moaning loudly and the growls that were coming out of my body were inhuman. After seconds, I realized that my body wasn’t fucking Parker anymore, he was back to fucking me. Parker’s hips moved under me as he thrust up into me, but I felt my body slamming down on him too. His cock was deep inside of my burning body.

My hand floated up to my mouth and two fingers went inside. I felt my tongue wrapping around them and soaking them wet. The hand then went back behind me and I felt as the finger pressed against Parker’s hole. 

“Fuck, not there,” he yelled.

“SHUT UP WHORE,” Tom’s voice growled back. In seconds the fingers were pressed into Parker’s hole. They stretched deep inside and started pressing up into Parker’s prostate. 

“Fuck, oh my God,” Parker yelled as his body started jackhammering into mine.

"Not God, Tom," the voice said out of me.

My fingers worked his prostate and in seconds Parker was screaming again. “Fuck I’m cumming!”

My hands reached up and pinned his hands down again and my ass slammed down once more hard into Parker. This time the bed actually groaned and snapped the legs of the headboard busted and the mattress fell diagonally. Parker’s cock was buried deep in me and I could feel his load pulsing into my hold. My hand started stroking my hard cock that had been flopping hard against Parker’s stomach while he has been fucking me. His cock was still trapped inside of me as I felt the muscles of my anus clamp down on it. Within seconds of stroking, my cock was ready to burst.

“Take this faggot load, you whore,” the voice growled to Parker as my cock erupted and shot ropes of cum over Parker’s chest with the first shot even hitting his face. After my cock stopped twitching my body leaned over and my tongue licked the cum off of Parker’s face.

“Thanks slut, see you next time,” Tom said to Parker with a kiss on the cheek. 

The heat that had been taking over my body slowly seeped away and the haze around my brain faded as I sad on Parker’s torso staring at him. It was only seconds later that I heard myself gasp as the control came back to my body. I started flailing from fear as it truly felt like I was going to go insane.

“Jake! It’s okay! It’s over!” Parker yelled as he grabbed my wrists. “Take a deep breath it’s over, he’s gone, it’s okay.”

I hyperventilated as I stared into Parker’s eyes. My own eyes tearing up as I began to cry. “What the fuck was that?”

“It was Tom, from the Ouija board. It’s okay, it’s over now,” Parker said to me in a calm voice despite being covered in my cum.

“Oh my God, Parker. I’m so sorry,” I cried down to him.

“Jake it’s okay, it’s okay. We’ll figure this out,” Parker said calmly. As I started to take deeper breaths and calm down, Parker said one more thing. 

“Maybe you can take my dick out of you now, though.”

So I am going to now take it back a few years to when I was in college. It was my junior year of college in Northern Vermont. I had a roommate for all three years who was studying meteorology. He was always at the lab, on field trips, or at his girlfriend's place. Anyways, his girlfriend was over one night, we were all making small talk, and she blurts out that she has a hot friend that would like to get together with me sometime. She said they have watched you out on the soccer field and thought you were hot. After convincing me to hang out with her friend, who at the time was a girl, boy was I wrong.

A week went by, my roommate and his girlfriend were going out, and she was stopping by to introduce me to her friend. She knocked on the door and just came in; her friend was right behind her, a blonde-haired, blue-eyed guy, standing about 5'10" and athletically built too. She said, "This is my friend who thinks you're hot, and this is Ben." She said, "Ben, this is Rick." My face was red as ever. He said, "I didn't mean to embarrass you," and I remember saying, "I was just really surprised." He just smiled.

My roommate and his girlfriend were headed out for the night, and Ben and I were just standing there in the really awkward phase. I am pretty laid-back, so I started chatting, and I had two beanbags that I and my roommate used to play video games and watch TV in, and I asked him if he would like to sit down. He said "yes." He kept saying he didn't want to embarrass me, and if I felt uncomfortable, he could leave. I said no and asked him if he wanted a drink; he said, "Yeah."

Back then on campus, as long as you were over 21 and didn't showcase it, it was pretty relaxed. Anyways, we had a couple of drinks, watched TV, and felt pretty chill. Then some questions started coming. Have you ever been with another guy? Have you ever been attracted to another guy? Have you ever kissed a guy? I said no to all of them. Then we had a couple more drinks, and he started moving closer. Then he asked me if I found him attractive, and I said yes. He then put his hand on my inner thigh and asked if that was alright. I hesitated. He started to move his hand away, and I said, You can keep it right there. He asked why I hesitated, and I said because my dick got installed hard. We both laughed a little. Then he leaned over and kissed me, and it felt very different; everything did.

Then he grabbed the remote and turned off the TV; the only light in the room was the glow-in-the-dark stars that my roommate and I put on the ceiling. He reached up my pant leg and rubbed against my dick. I could feel my boxers getting wet. I thought to myself, "How can this be happening, and why is this happening? I am not attracted to guys." He then started licking my ear and whispered, "I think you are so fucking hot," then kept licking my ear and said, "Would you like to feel my dick?" I said yes, and I was moaning a little bit because he was driving me crazy.

During that time I said "yes," and he somehow had his pants down to almost his knees. I rubbed his cock. I don't know if he had noticed a change in me or not, but as I started to stroke it, he was now licking my other eye and whispered, "Would you like to lick it?" I said I had never done anything like this before (girls had done it to me before, and now the shoe was on the other foot). I remembered how girls had done it to me, and I said, I will try. I lowered my head down towards his dick and put my tongue on his head. The first thing was" how salty the pre-cum was, and the other was that he was about an inch longer than me at 6.5 inches. The first thing I remember him saying is how good it felt. I began to twirl my tongue on his dick, then I remember how girls sucked me and started sucking the head of his dick then I started going a little bit deeper.

All of a sudden he picked my head up and said, Can I go deeper?" I said I would try; I went back down on him as I was now soaked and horny. He then began stroking me as we twisted into somehow he was on top of me, his dick was in my mouth, and then his mouth went on my dick. I couldn't believe it; I had done this with a girl, and now I am doing it with a guy. As his hips were pushing his dick further in my mouth, he was sucking my dick deeper. At that moment it felt so normal, like I had done it forever.

He kept sucking me faster, and I was doing the same to him. He didn't even ask me if he could cum in my mouth. He just yelled out, “ I'm cumming,” after he had already started. Some I swallowed, and some went down the side of my cheek; it was salty and so different, like a tang to it as I swallowed. All of a sudden I then yelled out I was cumming, and deep throated me and swallowed it all. He got off me slowly and lay on the side of me.

He asked me what I thought for the first time. I recall expressing my initial surprise and subsequent enjoyment of the entire experience. Throughout the remainder of my junior year, we engaged in frequent sexual encounters; he was also the first to fuck me. That is another story. If anyone would like me to write that one, let me know.

For some reason I never really got into being a top with a guy but absolutely enjoyed being a bottom. I think a lot of tops are a little more aggressive, which is fine by me. Thank you to everyone that has read and commented on my stories so far. Check them out if you haven't. I have definitely had a crazy wild sex life so far.

Read my previous story on how I came across this janitor

He stood in the room and told me I could get in trouble but would help me stay out of trouble. I told him I’d do anything to not get in trouble then looked at me with a smirk. He grabbed the red cup and said you boys sure were having fun. Come with me he said. I followed him to the back of the school and it was his shack that he stayed in. He lived on campus. He had a one bedroom with a small kitchen like a studio room. He asked me if I’ve ever been with an older man and I told him no. He turned on his tv and started playing some very hardcore porn and told me he had better porn.

I watched and saw a lot of bbc fucking women and asked me if I’ve ever seen a really big dick. I said I never seen one in person and he asked, would you like to see a giant dick. I looked up at him and nodded. He told me to take off his pants to see a real man’s dick. I got on my knees and undid his belt and unbuttoned his pants. I started to slide his pants off and noticed he had no boxers and I began to see his big black dick. I pulled them down and out bounced a 9 inch uncut beer can dick. The head was very pink and his balls were big and low. My eyes were glued to the site and he started to stroke it. I kept watching the porn and him as he kept stroking and getting it very erect. He told me to suck it and I obliged.

I got closer while on my knees, took my right hand on his shaft and slid his beer can dick into my mouth. Soon as it hit my tongue I felt his precum come out. It was globs of pre cum something I never seen even in porn. He moaned and placed his hand on my head and told me I was a good boy for sucking his man dick. I kept trying to get his big dick into my mouth but it was so big I could only get half into my mouth. I was making his dick very glossy from my saliva as I kept drooling on it. He pulled back and I was sucking hard that it made a pop noise but the head of his dick.

He took off his shirt and took off his pants completely leaving his socks on. He crawled onto his bed and laid on his back wagging his 9 inch dick in my direction. I also took my clothes off and got onto his bed and put his dick back into my mouth. This went on for about 10 min before he asked me if I’d like to try and get fucked by him. I looked at him and nodded my head. I was already in bed so I might as well try since I was extremely horny. He pulled out his lube from the dresser a cock ring that he put around his dick. He said “I don’t wanna get soft after I cum” this made me wonder what was in store for me.

He told me to get on all fours, I obliged and I felt his put some lube in my asshole and he noticed it was already moist but he didn’t seem to mind. He lubed up his cock and turned up his tv to hear the porn he had on. He grabbed my ass cheeks, lined up his cock head and started to press against my asshole. I yelped because he was extremely thick I didn’t know how I’d take it. He told me to relax and it would feel good to me. I took many deep breaths and then he held up a bottle of poppers to my face and told me to take inhale it deep. I inhaled the popper through my nose and my body had that rush feeling again and I felt his cock slide into my hole slowly.

I took another inhale and then I felt my insides swell up and his balls sitting against my ass cheeks. I moaned in pleasure and he started to slide his cock in and out of my hole telling me good boy. I was so horny I relaxed my whole body and he started picking up the pace. I felt my hole get very wet from his pre cum. He grabbed my hair and had me look up. To my surprise it was a mirror. I watched him fuck me doggy style and the view put me over the edge as I moaned to him. “Please don’t stop fucking me” I felt his balls slapping against my balls, I felt his dick pulsing from his heart. He made nasty comments to me, “you’re my faggot boy now”. I just moaned and said “yes sir im your faggot boy”.

He picked up the pace as he continued to fuck me doggy for what felt like forever. He moaned to me saying he was gonna cum soon. I moaned telling him to please cum in my ass. This made him go into fuck mode and went faster into my ass making my insides feel very full. He shouted “I’m cumming!” Then in his last thrust, I felt his streams of cum filling my ass up as he moaned very loudly. I’ve never heard a man moan so loud until then. He buried his dick in my ass and i kept feeling his dick pulsing cum into my asshole.

He then pulled out slowly out of my ass and out came a huge amount of cum drooling down my thighs. He then whispered… “I’m not finished” before I could make a move. He picked me up and told me to get on top of him in a reverse cowgirl position. I obliged. He. Lined up his still erect dick and I sank my ass down to his balls and told me to ride him.

This time, his cock went in very easy as my asshole was loaded with his cum, best lubricant I’ve ever felt. I rode him slowly feeling every inch of his dick that was penetrating me. Since the mirror was there, I could see his dick go in and out of my hole. My mind went into ecstasy and I picked up the pace for him and I slapped my ass cheeks. I didn’t mind the slapping as this it enticed his fucking more. I rode him faster and deeper hitting my inner walls. This went on for about 20 min of him penetrating my hole.

The sound was like Mac n cheese and I loved it. He told me he was getting close to cumming again. I rode his dick faster and felt his dick thicken up making my hole wider. He grabbed my hips and started to sink his dick deep feeling every motion. He moaned out “ahhh fuck I’m cumming!” I squeezed my asshole around his pole and I felt his dick pulsing cum once again into my asshole. I grabbed his balls wanting to feel him and that made him go crazy because he was a big shooter. We stayed in this position for about 10 min as I grinding my hips onto him. He grabbed my legs and leaned me back and told me to look at the mirror. I watched as his dick started to slide out slowly. That’s when I really saw how much of his cum started to come out of my gapping hole. It wanted to close but his dick made my hole wide to where it stayed up.

He noticed i didn’t cum yet so I asked if I could stick it back in. He grabbed his half hard member and let me sit on it while I jacked myself off to the view. It took me a few minutes before I shot a load hitting his mirror. He told me if I ever wanted more to just come by to his shack and he would give me more dick. I told him I would. It was about 5 in the afternoon at this point. He told me to go into the bathroom and try to push out any cum left in me. Well I went into the bathroom and pretended to use it but I had a crazy thought of keeping it inside of me. I got dressed and he was still naked. He gave me a hug and said he’d hope to see me again.

Before I left home, I got on my knees and sucked his dick clean before leaving. I went home like nothing happened and since it was summer, the schools were closed but he stayed on campus. That’s when I decided to head back during the night when no one was there. My parents allowed me to be with friends or stay over the night but, I wanted to stay the night with him… which did happen. That’s another story.

Please let me know what you guys thought about it. This was also a real story and this is how I was hooked for black dicks. See you guys later.

Mine was later in life 30yo maybe. A married friend and I worked together, just different locations. He and his wife lived not far from us. This lead to a good friendship.

Our company asked us to open a new location a state away. We shared a hotel room.

That night he found the local strip club. When we got back to the hotel still drink he said he was going to take a shower. I was half passed out on my bed, but fully clothed.

He got out of the shower in only a towel and said it was my turn to shower. When i came out in a towel as well.

He laid on his bed me on mine in just towels. Before long both our towels feel aside and I got to see my first really big cock (, not in a video) I laughed at his size vs mine. He then started stroking his cock as I watched and got hard. He kept telling me to look at it. It just seemed to grow and grow. Fully hard he had to be 9-10"

He came to my bed and said I had a nice FAT cock. He just reached over and grabbed the shaft. Still being mostly drink I reached over and grabbed his ass well.

He said we have to make a deal. Whatever is about to happen stays with us.

We then started sticking each other's cock in a 69 position. Being drunk caused whisky dick. So more vigorous jacking started. He came first. A big load shot up his stomach. I was next to cum. It felt amazing.

They started a multi year bi experience work him and eventually his wife.

First threesome First anal First dp First swallow First sloppy seconds First ruined orgasm Forever l forced orgasm On and on and on

Best sex was always with him.

I have so many stories with him that we did over the years.

Part 16 is here: https://www.reddit.com/r/gaystoriesgonewild/s/yB50uSzRiH

Before we get into this part, thank you for getting this series to 1 million views. What a ride writing this story has been.

All characters are over the age of 18.

Clay

I woke up to the weight of him still wrapped around me.

Not heavy. Not clingy. Just… there.

His thigh slung over mine, one arm tucked against my chest, face buried near my collarbone. His breath warm where it hit my skin.

And I didn’t want to move.

The sun was just starting to come in through the blinds, slicing the room into gold and shadow. It smelled like skin. Like lube, sweat, laundry detergent. Like us.

I blinked up at the ceiling. Felt the way my body ached—not in the way I was used to. Not sore from lifting or hauling or sleeping wrong. This was… different. Deeper. Like I’d let something out of me I hadn’t even known I’d been holding.

I shifted slightly. Not to get away. Just to feel it again.

The slight tenderness.

The way my body remembered him.

And it hit me, all over again—what we’d done.

What I’d let him do.

Not just the sex. That part was good—so good I don’t have words for it. But it wasn’t about the mechanics. Wasn’t about being flipped over or opened up or any of the shit that used to make me nervous.

It was about trust.

About saying yes without apology.

And feeling safe afterward.

I never thought I’d be the kind of man who wanted that. Never thought I could give up control like that—let someone see me in that position and not flinch. Not feel small.

But with Miles… none of that showed up.

There was no fear. No shame.

Just heat. And care. And that thing he does when he looks at me like I’m his.

I ran my hand down his back, over the dip of his spine. He shifted slightly but didn’t wake.

I could still feel where he’d been inside me.

Still feel him.

And I liked it.

Not just the act.

The way I felt after.

The way I didn’t want to put any of it away.

Didn’t want to shut it down or make a joke or act like it hadn’t meant something.

Because it did.

Like maybe there’s more to this than what I thought I was allowed to want.

More ways to be touched. More ways to love.

More ways to let him all the way in.

I watched him sleep for a while.

He looked younger in the mornings. Not boyish—just soft. Loose-limbed, mouth slightly parted, one hand curled against my chest like he’d claimed the spot and didn’t plan on giving it back.

I brushed my fingers lightly through his hair—those curls even messier now, curling around his ear, the edge of his jaw.

He blinked awake slow, the way he always did. Like he didn’t mind being between states. Still half-dreaming, half here.

His eyes opened, found mine. And for a second, neither of us said anything.

Then, quiet: “Hey.”

“Hey.”

He stretched a little, then winced, shifting his hips back like his body was answering a question before he asked it.

“You okay?” he asked, voice rough from sleep.

“Yeah,” I said. “I’m good.”

He looked at me for a long second. Like he didn’t want to just take my word for it.

“How are you?” he asked again. Not the same way. This time it was deeper. Not about soreness. About everything else.

I swallowed, and for once, I didn’t try to sand it down.

“I feel good,” I said. “Like… settled.”

He nodded, eyes searching my face. “You’re sure?”

I smiled. Not big. Just honest. “Yeah. I’m sure.”

He shifted closer, thigh sliding over mine again. “Did you like it?”

That was the one. The real question.

I didn’t look away.

“I loved it.”

He blinked, just once, but I saw it—that tiny flicker of something in his eyes. Relief. Pride. Maybe even surprise.

“I wasn’t expecting to,” I added. “Not because of you. Just… I didn’t know if my body would know what to do with it. But it did. You made it easy.”

He let out a breath, and his hand slid up to my chest again, fingertips brushing over my heart.

“You didn’t just let me,” he said. “You gave it to me. That matters.”

I nodded.

“It felt good,” I said, quieter now. “Better than good. It felt like… like I finally understood something I didn’t know I was missing.”

Miles leaned in and kissed my chest, right over my heart.

Then he looked up and said, “I’m so proud of you.”

And for once, I didn’t try to wave it off.

Because I was proud of me, too.

We lay there a while longer, tangled up in silence and sheets. I could’ve stayed like that all morning.

Miles shifted again, stretching his leg over mine, toes brushing my calf. His fingers traced idle shapes on my chest.

Then he stilled.

“Wait,” he said, lifting his head. “Did you… come last night?”

I raised an eyebrow. “No.”

His eyes widened. “What the hell, Clay.”

I shrugged. “Wasn’t about me.”

His mouth dropped open in mock offense. “Damn that,” he said, and shoved at my shoulder until I flopped onto my back, laughing under my breath.

He straddled me, blanket falling around his waist, curls wild, eyes narrowed in theatrical disbelief.

“You let me come inside you and didn’t even get off?”

“It was enough,” I said. “Trust me.”

“Nope. Not letting that stand. Lay back.”

“I am.”

“Lay still.”

I smirked but didn’t fight him. His hands were already under the covers, sliding down my stomach, warm and insistent.

“You’re ridiculous,” I murmured.

“I’m right,” he said, and wrapped his hand around me.

I sucked in a breath, hips twitching into the touch.

“Jesus.”

He grinned. “That’s more like it.”

He leaned down, kissed me once, then pulled back just enough to watch my face as his hand worked me—slow, steady, confident. Like he wasn’t just getting me off. Like he was making a point.

“You’re not leaving this bed,” he said, “until you come for me.”

I laughed under my breath, then groaned as his thumb circled the head.

“Miles—”

“Nope,” he said, tone light but firm. “I got you last night. You get to feel it this morning.”

I let my head fall back. Let my body respond.

Because truth was?

I loved this part too.

Miles’s hand was warm and slick, stroking me slow under the covers, but it wasn’t just the touch that had me breathing harder.

It was him.

The look on his face. The way he watched me. Like he was deciding what I got. What I deserved.

“Fuck,” I whispered, hips twitching again.

His grin was soft, but his voice wasn’t.

“You liked last night,” he said, not a question.

I nodded, jaw tight. “Yeah.”

“You liked me opening you up. Taking my time with you.”

I swallowed. “Yeah.”

He leaned in, kissed the side of my neck. “Felt so good around me, Clay. Tight and hot and mine.”

My cock jumped in his hand, and he laughed under his breath. “Yes..”

He shifted down, pulled the covers away with one hand, eyes dropping to my body like he was already picturing how he wanted me next.

“Been thinking about it all night,” he said. “How you felt. How you sounded.”

He stroked again, a little firmer now. “You gave it to me, baby. And I’m not letting you forget it.”

“Jesus, Miles—”

He kissed just above my hip. Then lower.

And when he took me in his mouth, I nearly came right then.

Warm. Wet. Slow. He sucked me down, one hand still stroking the base, the other pressed flat against my thigh, holding me there.

Not to pin me. To claim me.

I gritted my teeth, hand in his hair, trying not to move too much. But he didn’t give me space to cool down.

He pulled off with a wet sound and said, “You’re gonna come for me, Clay. You’re gonna fill my mouth, and you’re gonna remember who got you there.”

“God,” I choked.

He licked the head, thumb circling right under it.

“I want you to lose it,” he whispered. “I want you to fall apart for me the way you made me fall apart last night.”

And I did.

With a curse and a groan and my fingers buried in his curls, I came hard—hips jerking once, twice—into the mouth of the man I loved.

He didn’t pull away.

Didn’t rush.

Just took it.

Like he wanted it.

Like it belonged to him.

He stayed between my legs a moment longer, head resting against my thigh, his breath warm on my skin.

My chest was still rising too fast. Muscles loose. Heart beating somewhere in my throat.

I looked down at him—those curls a mess from my fingers, lips pink and wet, eyes half-lidded like he already knew what he’d done to me.

And he had.

He’d ruined me.

For women. For men. For anything that wasn’t him.

Because nothing—no one—could ever feel like he did. Not just the way he touched me. Not the way he moved.

But the way he looked at me when he did it.

I reached down, cupped the side of his face. “Come here.”

He crawled up my body slow, smug and soft and glowing. And I didn’t wait. Didn’t overthink it.

I kissed him.

Open. Deep.

Tongue tasting myself on his mouth, and not caring. Needing it.

Needing him.

He sighed into it. Settled against my chest, arms slipping around my waist like he was always meant to be there.

And maybe he was.

I held him. Pressed my nose into his hair. Let my hands roam across his back, his ribs, down to the dip of his spine.

He’d undone me.

Not just this morning.

Not just last night.

Completely.

He could’ve asked me for anything right then and I would’ve said yes.

Because nothing had ever felt this good.

Nothing had ever felt this right.

We didn’t say much getting dressed.

I pulled on a pair of drawstring pajama pants and one of my old, soft t-shirts—the one Miles always steals. He threw on a tank top and those loose black pants that hang low on his hips and ride up his calves. His hair was a mess. His lips still kiss-swollen. He looked like someone who knew he’d just changed the course of a man’s life.

Which—he had.

We walked into the kitchen barefoot, the floor cool against our toes. The morning light had shifted—brighter now, sharper. But the house still felt quiet. Like the walls knew what we’d just done and were letting us have it for a little longer.

I brewed the coffee. Miles leaned against the counter, watching me, arms folded, that little half-smile tugging at his mouth like he was holding onto a secret.

We sat at the table, mugs in hand. Legs brushing under the wood.

Neither of us spoke for a minute.

Just drank.

Just smiled.

Lazy. Spent. Wrecked in the best way.

I looked over at him, and he raised an eyebrow, like what?

And I just laughed under my breath.

Because this—this exact moment—felt like the kind of thing people spend their whole lives chasing. And here we were. Hair a mess. Skin marked up. Still wearing the warmth of each other.

Miles took a sip, then looked at me over the rim of his mug.

“What,” he said.

“Nothing,” I said, shaking my head. “Just…”

“What?”

I leaned back in my chair, eyes still on him.

“You look like someone who got everything he wanted.”

He smiled wide now, big and stupid and unguarded. “Maybe I did.”

And for the first time in a long time, I realized—

So did I.

He leaned back in his chair, mug resting on his stomach, bare feet nudging mine under the table.

“So,” he said, voice easy. “What do you wanna do today?”

I took a sip of coffee. Thought about it.

And then said, “Grocery store.”

Miles blinked at me. “Seriously?”

I nodded. “Yeah.”

He gave me that look—one eyebrow raised, mouth pulled into a smirk. “You’re telling me you got wrecked last night, swallowed this morning, and now you wanna go buy produce?”

I smiled into my mug. “I wanna get stuff for you.”

That made him pause.

I set the mug down. “Snacks you like. That tea you drink. That dumb cereal with the marshmallows. I want your things here.”

His face softened—like the joke had cracked into something deeper.

“And,” I added, “I like doing that kind of stuff with you.”

He tilted his head. “Grocery shopping?”

“Yeah,” I said. “I don’t know. It’s domestic. It’s boring. It makes me happy.”

He grinned. “You’re such a fucking dork.”

“And you like it.”

He didn’t argue.

I reached out, laced our fingers across the table. “Also… if she’s not busy—I was thinking I’d take you to see my mom.”

His smirk faded, but his eyes didn’t go wary. Just curious.

“She told me to bring you by,” I said. “And I’ve never needed a reason to stop in. But this feels like a good one.”

Miles didn’t say anything at first.

Just looked at me for a long second, then said, “You sure?”

I nodded. “Yeah. I want her to see you.”

He squeezed my hand. “Okay.”

And that was it.

No dramatic pause. No overthinking.

Just another yes between us.

The store was halfway full, carts squeaking, kids whining in the cereal aisle, the overhead music switching between bad pop and worse country.

And none of it mattered.

Miles walked next to me, pushing the cart, his curls still a little damp from the shower, tank top loose on his frame, flip-flops slapping soft against the linoleum.

I didn’t flinch when he brushed against me.

Didn’t check the aisle.

Didn’t scan for looks.

I just reached out and fixed the strap on his shoulder where it’d fallen, then let my fingers trail down his arm for a second longer than I needed to.

And he smiled like I’d done something filthy.

We started in produce.

He picked out strawberries and said he wanted to make something with them later, even though I knew he’d eat half the carton before we got home. I grabbed bananas because he always forgot to, and he looked at me like I’d read his mind.

In the snack aisle, he held up a box of his marshmallow cereal like it was some great prize.

“You’re really letting me keep this at your house?” he asked.

“My house is your house,” I said, easy.

He looked at me, soft and sharp all at once. “Dangerous words.”

“True ones.”

We passed an older couple near the canned goods. They looked at us for a beat too long, but I didn’t pull my hand away from the cart where his was resting.

Didn’t shrink.

Didn’t shift.

Just kept walking.

Because this was my life now.

Our life.

And I liked it that way.

We argued lightly over peanut butter brands, then stocked up on pasta, frozen vegetables, the yogurt he likes even though he always forgets to eat it. At one point, I reached over and tucked a loose curl behind his ear without even thinking.

And that was the part that stuck with me.

I wasn’t trying to be brave.

I wasn’t thinking about being seen.

I was just living.

With him.

Out. Open. Normal.

And for the first time, it didn’t feel like a statement.

We were halfway through checkout when I heard someone say my name.

“Clay?”

I looked up and saw Paul—used to work with him at the shop, moved on to landscaping. Nice guy. Bit of a talker. He was a few people back in the next line over, holding a six-pack and a frozen pizza.

“Hey, man,” I said, casual.

He stepped out of his line, leaned on the divider. “Ain’t seen you in a while. Still at the yard?”

“Yeah,” I said. “Still there.”

Paul glanced at Miles, who was loading stuff onto the belt, then back at me. His face didn’t change. Didn’t shift. Just nodded.

“Cool,” he said. “Y’all doin’ alright?”

I looked over at Miles, who glanced up from the box of pasta in his hands and smiled—small, easy.

“Yeah,” I said. “We’re good.”

Paul gave another nod. “Glad to hear it.”

And that was it.

No weird pause. No loaded silence.

Just a man seeing two people and letting it be.

He went back to his line. We finished checking out.

When we got outside, the heat hit like it always did—thick, slow, Southern.

Miles pushed the cart toward the truck, one hand on the handle, the other holding his tea from the little cooler near the registers.

We loaded the bags into the bed. Not rushed. Not in sync, really. Just… comfortable.

Normal.

I grabbed the last bag, handed it to him, and caught his eye.

He was grinning.

“What?” I asked.

“You didn’t even flinch.”

“Was I supposed to?”

His smile got wider. “No. That’s the point.”

I kissed his temple before I could stop myself. Just a press. Just because I could.

He climbed into the passenger seat. I got behind the wheel.

On the drive home, we didn’t say much.

The windows were down. The music was low. His hand rested palm-up on the console, waiting.

I placed mine in it.

And that was the whole conversation.

We pulled into the driveway, tires crunching over gravel. The house looked the same as always—but stepping inside with Miles behind me, arms full of bags, it felt different now. Like something had shifted.

We dropped the bags on the counter and started putting things away without needing to coordinate. I handed him the fridge stuff. He lined up his yogurt like it was some kind of exhibit. I shelved the dry goods. He made like he was hiding the marshmallow cereal behind my oatmeal like I wouldn’t notice. As a joke.

He was wrong.

“You know I see you, right?” I said, nodding toward the box.

He didn’t even look back. “Do you?”

“Unfortunately.”

He smirked, that small, crooked one that always felt like a dare. “Then don’t act like you don’t love me more because of it.”

I didn’t say anything—just walked up behind him, slipped my arms around his waist, and rested my chin on his shoulder.

“I do,” I said into his neck. “More than I can say.”

He leaned back into me. Let out a soft hum. “You’re getting sappy on me.”

“Yeah,” I said. “Guess I am.”

We finished up in easy silence. No big talk. No rush. Just a couple of guys putting groceries away and not pretending it meant less than it did.

When everything was done, I looked at the clock.

“Still time to catch her if you’re up for it.”

Miles looked at me, serious for just a beat, then nodded. “Yeah. Let’s go.”

And just like that, we were heading out again.

But not like before.

This time, I wasn’t just bringing him with me.

I was bringing him home.

Miles

The drive was short, but my heartbeat didn’t care.

I sat with one hand resting on the open window, watching the trees blur past, the sky stretched wide and soft. Clay kept one hand on the wheel, the other resting between us, close enough to touch. I didn’t reach for it. Not because I didn’t want to—because I was too in my head.

This felt different.

I’d met people in his life before. His brother. His friends.

But this was his mother.

The one who raised him. Who knew the shape of him before I ever had the chance. The one whose opinion would mean something, no matter how cool Clay played it.

We turned off the road onto a gravel driveway that crunched under the tires. A single-story house sat ahead, white siding, porch swing, potted plants that looked like they’d been cared for without being fussed over. Familiar. Warm. Lived-in.

Clay turned the wheel with one hand, casual, like he’d done this exact move a thousand times. He pulled off to the side, near a patch of grass worn down by years of parking in the same spot.

He cut the engine. The truck gave one last low grumble, then fell silent.

He looked at me. “You good?”

I nodded. “Yeah.”

But I wasn’t.

Not in a bad way. Just…

This mattered.

Not because I needed her to love me. But because I wanted her to love him loving me.

Clay opened his door and stepped out with that easy way he always did. Confident without trying to be. The sound of his boots on gravel was steady. Familiar.

I sat there for another second.

Took a breath.

Then opened my door and followed him up the steps toward the woman who knew him first.

Clay stepped up onto the porch, boots thudding against the boards. He reached for the screen door, then paused. His hand hovered.

And he knocked.

Not hard. Just twice. Firm, but respectful.

He didn’t usually knock here. I knew that without asking. The way his fingers hesitated. The way his shoulders squared, just slightly. This wasn’t habit—it was announcement.

“We’re here.”

I stood just behind him, back straight, hands fidgeting at my sides. I caught myself rubbing the edge of my thumb with the tip of my finger, over and over. Small, invisible circles. My heart was steady but loud. Like it was trying to clear space for whatever was about to happen.

Inside, I heard it—footsteps.

Not heavy. Not rushed.

Light. Sure. Coming closer.

The sound of a lock turning. A knob shifting.

And then the door opened.

She stood there in jeans and a soft blue shirt, hair pulled back in a way that looked like she’d done it without a mirror. No makeup. No performance. Just real. Her eyes landed on Clay first—warm, familiar—but they flicked to me before I could brace for it.

And then there she was.

Clay’s mother.

The woman who raised him.

The first person I’d ever cared this much about impressing without needing her to say a single word.

She didn’t smile right away.

Not out of coldness—more like she was measuring. Taking me in the way someone does when they want to make sure they don’t miss a thing.

Her eyes moved from my face to my hands, to the way I stood slightly behind Clay. She looked back up, not blinking, not judging—just… seeing.

And I stood there and let her.

I didn’t force a smile. Didn’t overcompensate.

I just waited.

Then Clay said, soft but clear, “Mama, this is Miles.”

Her gaze didn’t leave mine when she said, “I figured.”

Her voice was calm. Solid. The kind that didn’t need volume to carry weight.

And then—finally—she smiled.

Not wide. Not performative.

But real.

“I’m glad you brought him,” she said, glancing toward Clay.

Then back to me.

“You want coffee, baby?”

The way she said it—so casual, like I’d been here a dozen times—hit something deep.

I nodded. “Yes, ma’am.”

“Don’t ma’am me,” she said with a wave of her hand. “Just come on in.”

Clay held the door open.

I stepped through it like I was walking into something bigger than a house.

The house smelled like laundry and cinnamon. Not the fake candle kind—real. Like someone had baked something recently and then folded a basket of towels while it cooled.

It was lived-in without being cluttered. Soft throw over the back of the couch, a small stack of mail on the side table, pictures on the walls that looked like they’d been hanging for decades without ever being adjusted.

She moved ahead of us toward the kitchen, and Clay let me trail behind her.

I felt him at my back—close, not hovering. Like he was ready if I needed him, but trusted me not to.

“Y’all eat yet?” she asked as she reached for a mug from the cabinet.

Clay chuckled. “We had coffee.”

She glanced over her shoulder. “You still count that as breakfast?”

“It was a big cup.”

She hummed, then poured one for herself and slid the pot toward me. I moved to pour a mug, careful, respectful—like I wasn’t sure if the coffee was off-limits to strangers.

“Cream’s in the fridge,” she said, like she already knew I’d want it.

Clay grabbed it for me before I could move. Handed it over without a word. His fingers brushed mine. Brief. Easy. Familiar.

And that was the first moment I felt her watching.

Not staring. Not hovering.

Just… noticing.

The way Clay stood a little closer than necessary.

The way I took the cream without even glancing up.

The way we moved around each other like people who knew each other’s rhythms.

She sipped her coffee, eyes on the two of us.

“You boys seem comfortable,” she said.

Clay met her gaze. “We are.”

She didn’t answer right away. Just looked at him. Then at me. Then back again.

And nodded once.

“Good.”

One word.

We followed her into the living room, the kind of space that didn’t try too hard. A framed photo here, a faded throw there. Nothing polished, but everything in its place.

Clay took the left side of the couch—his spot, I could tell. I sat beside him, close enough to feel his thigh against mine but not pressed into him. His mom sat across from us, settled in her armchair like she’d been sitting in it for years.

She watched us.

Not unkind. Not cold. Just quiet. Like she was reading the fine print on something important.

“So,” she said, turning her mug in her hands, “where are you from, Miles?”

I sipped my coffee before answering. “Chicago. Originally.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Really? Don’t hear that every day down here.”

“Moved when I was a kid,” I said. “My dad took a job not far from here. Wanted to slow things down a little. Give us something steadier.”

She nodded like that made sense. “And you stuck around?”

“Went to school in Atlanta,” I said. “Thought I’d leave after, but—didn’t.”

Her eyes didn’t leave mine. “Chicago to here’s a big shift.”

I smiled. “It was. Still is, sometimes.”

“You talk like someone who came from a louder place.”

I blinked. “That a bad thing?”

She smiled faintly. “No. Just means I can tell you learned to be still on purpose.”

Clay made a soft noise beside me—something between a scoff and a laugh. I didn’t look at him, but I could feel the smile forming.

His mom leaned back in her chair, coffee still warm in her hands.

“My Clay’s always been a quiet one,” she said. “Not shy. Just likes to take his time with things. Feel it out.”

I nodded. “I noticed.”

She tilted her head. “And you’re okay with that?”

I didn’t hesitate.

“I love that about him.”

I saw it. The way her posture shifted. The way something eased behind her eyes. Not approval, not yet—but acceptance. Like she’d heard what she needed.

Like maybe she believed me.

She took another sip of coffee, eyes flicking between the two of us. Not sharp. Just steady. Like she was flipping through the last few puzzle pieces to see if they fit.

Then she said, casually—

“So what is it, then?”

I blinked. “What is what?”

She gestured with her mug, like that clarified it. “About my son. What made you look at him and think, That one. That’s mine.”

Clay shifted beside me, and I could feel the tension creep in around his shoulders.

“Mama—”

She waved a hand. “Let him answer. I’m not being nosy. Just curious.”

Clay sighed, but didn’t argue.

And I sat there, heartbeat thudding somewhere in my throat, thinking—not because I didn’t know the answer, but because how do you say something that big out loud?

I looked at Clay.

He was staring at the floor, jaw set, that little crease between his brows like he was already preparing to deflect whatever I said.

So I reached for his hand.

Laced our fingers.

Then turned back to her.

“It wasn’t one thing,” I said. “It was all the small ones.”

She tilted her head, interested now.

“The way he opens the door for me, even when he pretends it’s nothing. The way he listens when most people don’t. How he says my name when he’s tired. How he looks at me when he thinks I’m not watching.”

I felt Clay shift beside me—just slightly—but he didn’t pull his hand away.

I squeezed it once, then added, quieter now, “And the way he makes me feel like I’ve always had a place, even before I knew I was looking for one.”

Silence.

Her face didn’t change much—but her eyes did. Just a flicker. Like something caught and held there.

Then she looked at Clay. Not at his face—at their hands.

Still linked.

Still steady.

“Well,” she said, setting her mug down, “guess that’s about as good an answer as I’ve ever heard.”

Clay let out a slow breath beside me.

And I knew we were good.

Maybe not fully there yet.

But good.

Lunch was simple—leftover chicken salad, slices of tomato, a bag of kettle chips opened and passed around without ceremony. No one made a plate look pretty. It wasn’t that kind of meal.

We sat around the same small table Clay had probably eaten a thousand quiet dinners at. His mom moved like someone who didn’t need help, but let me offer anyway. I poured drinks, set out forks. She didn’t stop me. Just watched with that quiet interest, like she was learning me through what I chose to carry.

The talk was easy.

She asked about work, about how we met—Clay gave the shorthand version, skipping the messier parts with a look I knew meant we’ll tell her someday. She asked about our trip to Atlanta, and I caught her hiding a smile when Clay admitted we took a picture at Buc-ee’s with a beaver in the background.

I didn’t try too hard. Didn’t joke more than I normally would. Just was.

And she seemed to like that.

But Clay… he was quieter.

Not stiff, not guarded. Just holding something. Like he was waiting for the right spot to set it down.

It came as we were finishing—crumpled napkins on plates, mugs still half-full.

Clay cleared his throat. “You, uh… you hear anything?”

His mom looked up. “About what?”

He glanced at me, then back at her. “The post. From last weekend.”

The silence stretched for just a second.

Then she said, “Some.”

He nodded. “Yeah?”

She shrugged. “A couple of folks reached out. Thought maybe you’d been hacked.”

I snorted into my drink, and Clay rolled his eyes. “Figures.”

She smiled. “Once I cleared that up, they got real quiet.”

“Anyone say anything else?”

She hesitated. Not out of discomfort—more like she was choosing her words.

“Not directly,” she said. “But you know how people are. A few didn’t call this week. A few always do.”

Clay nodded, jaw tight.

She looked at him, really looked. “No one said anything to me they wouldn’t have said to you.”

He relaxed slightly, but I could still see the weight in his shoulders.

“You worried?” she asked.

He shook his head. “Just… trying to get a feel for how it landed.”

She nodded once. “Like you threw a stone in the water. You just want to know where the ripples went.”

“Exactly.”

She leaned forward, hand resting on the table near his. “Let ’em ripple, baby. Anyone worth having will still be standing when the water settles.”

He looked at her, something behind his eyes shifting again.

And I sat there watching the two of them—quiet, steady, the same in ways I hadn’t seen before.

She didn’t say anything else right away.

Just sat there with her hand still near Clay’s, looking at him like she was cataloging him all over again—who he was now, what had changed, and what hadn’t.

Then she looked at me.

Not like she was comparing.

Just… seeing.

“I hope you’ll come back,” she said.

There was no performance in her voice. No forced warmth. Just quiet intention.

“I’d like to,” I said, and meant it.

She nodded. “Next time, I’ll make something proper. Not just pull what’s left outta the fridge.”

Clay smiled. “Lunch was good, Mama.”

She rolled her eyes. “Lunch was fine. I can do better.”

She stood, gathering plates without asking. Clay moved to help, and I followed, both of us falling into rhythm like it was our house too. We rinsed, stacked, wiped the crumbs from the counter. She didn’t shoo us off, but she didn’t hover either.

Before we left, she disappeared down the hall for a minute. Neither of us moved. Clay just looked toward the doorway like he knew better than to follow.

When she came back, she held out her hand. Small, closed fist.

I stood, uncertain. Clay looked confused too.

She stepped close to me—closer than she had all afternoon—and opened her palm.

A ring sat there.

Silver, worn smooth in places, with a small pearl set beside a single amethyst. Simple. Beautiful in the way things are when they weren’t made to be flashy. Just made to last.

“This was mine,” she said. “Not for anything fancy. Not a wedding ring or an heirloom. Just something I bought for myself a long time ago. One of the first things I ever got with my own paycheck.”

I stared at it. Speechless for a second.

She glanced at my hands—at the rings I always wore, mismatched and personal—and then back to my face.

“I noticed you wear ’em. Thought maybe you’d make room for one more.”

I took it gently, carefully. It was warm from her hand. I didn’t know what to say. “You sure?”

She nodded once. “It’s my birthstone. Amethyst. Just figured… you should have something from me.”

Clay stood still beside me, eyes on his mother like he didn’t quite know how to process what was happening.

I swallowed, throat tight. “Thank you.”

She looked at me, serious and soft. “You treat him right. That’s all I want.”

“I will,” I said, and meant it with everything in me.

Then she looked at Clay. “And you—you don’t let go of a good thing just because it feels different. You hear me?

He nodded. “Yes, ma’am.”

She gave us one more look, like she was still turning the whole thing over in her head—then waved her hand, already walking toward the kitchen.

“Well,” she said, casual, “go on then. Let me have the rest of my Sunday.”

Not rushed. Not dismissive. Just her way of saying: We’re good. You can go.

We stepped out into the heat, the porch creaking under Clay’s boots. The screen door eased shut behind us.

I looked down at my hand.

The ring caught the light, quiet and steady.

And all I could think was—

She didn’t just give me a piece of herself.

She gave me permission.

I wonder if we all have a Ruairi.

We were taking turns to ask a deep-and-meaningful question, far too late after a Poker Night, all of us together in the hot tub. And that was mine - who was the one who got away?

I told my story first…

I was 18, still at home, but with my escape plans firmly laid. Escape costs money, of course, so a summer job was a necessity. Options for employment were fairly limited in very rural Ireland, at the turn of the millennium, so I found myself at Aileach Farm.

Now, I’d like to think I’m a fairly capable person at most basic things, and I certainly don’t think anything is below me, but it must have been fairly obvious to see me there that I was a fish out of water. Most of the regular farm hands ran out of patience with me very quickly, but there was one who seemed to take me under his wing.

Ruairi was a little shorter than me but much broader, thick brown hair, close cropped, that stayed thick right down to his low hairline. Thick eyebrows gave way to pale blue eyes with a distinct, darker blue rim, a soft nose and plump, red lips, the largest lips I had seen on a boy. Most strikingly, he had tattoos - a real rarity at that time, at least in our part of Ireland, where they were still mostly associated with sailors or ne’er-do-wells. But I found them hypnotically attractive, and it give him a bit of the air of a bad boy, even with his permanent smile and jovial manner. He would strike you as the most laid back person in the world if you talked to him, but he was a hard worker, and we would often be paired together, the supervisors quickly realising that their best chance of getting value out of me was for him to scoop me along.

At 20, he was the same year as my brother Steven, and remembered him from school. He made no bones about telling me early on that he could never stand Steven, and even floored him once, which made me like him immensely more.

But the most remarkable thing about Ruairi - for me at that time - was that he was gay.

Actually properly gay. Out, and everything. At his age. In our part of the world.

It was an intoxicating glimpse into a world I thought only existed on television, or at least only happened to people that weren’t like us. He never seemed ashamed, but more than that he seemed generally accepted - miraculous to me, then. There was the odd joke or comment I overheard, of course, and a few of the older farm hands would try making a jibe directly at him from time to time. But he was incredibly sharp-witted, and would invariably turn the joke around with just a few well-chosen words, hardly seeming to need to think about it. He dropped casual references to Pepes, the almost mythical (in my mind) gay bar in Derry, our nearest city. I had walked past it many times, stealing glances if I was in company, openly staring if not - it would be all shuttered up of course, during the day, but I could try to imagine what lay behind those heavy black doors at night.

A whole different universe.

The place I might belong.

Ruairi seemed to spend every weekend there. As if it was nothing.

He always seemed pleased to see me when I arrived , in the wrong clothes, always. Not that I owned the right clothes, but I was trying to look nice for him, despite the impracticalities. He’d greet me with a broad smile, and an ‘Alright, handsome…’

No-one was ever pleased to see me. No-one ever described me as handsome. My own mother didn’t describe me as handsome. JP was handsome, Sean, her favourite, was in her eyes. Mark at a push. Steven, out of kindness. But not me.

Ruairi seemed to assume I was gay, as did the other farm hands, as did everyone, but it felt different with him. It was a taste of freedom, a coming-out without having to come out. The other lads would make a joke if we needed to clean out a stall together, or complete some other job just the two of us ‘Oi, Oi’ they’d say, or ‘Don’t worry, we won’t disturb…’ or crap like that. But it didn’t feel like school, it didn’t feel mean, and Ruairi…. well, he just grinned. No offence, no outrage, no horrified denials. He’d meet my eyes afterwards, a pregnant pause, once or twice a wink, and we’d commence our task. He’d drop the occasional joke which quickened my heart, ‘Finish that in 5 minutes and I might suck your dick,’ or something along those lines. Nothing came of those jokes, at least not in the beginning, but again it never felt sarcastic. It was a revelation.

But then I’d have to go home. As bad a match for me as that job was, just Ruairi’s presence made it feel like bliss, and the contrast made home feel much worse - stultifying now, almost choking. As the summer went on and my head turned towards Ruairi, my complicated feelings towards my brother Steven seemed to fade - thank God!

But he noticed.

And to my surprise, it seemed to anger him.

He would wank, in his bed in our shared room, even more obviously now, aggressively even, his duvet tossed aside to reveal his smooth, long shaft in his hand, shoulders and head raised above the pillow so he was staring directly at me across the gloom. The verbal tirade was constant during these sessions, ‘Ye watching this, ye wee pervert?’, ‘Yer turned on now aren’t ye, wee gay boy?’. No more staring back through half closed eyes, I would turn and face the wall instead, the squelching jerk noises getting louder. He would toss the cum sock across the room when he was finished now, and as a semi-professional athlete he’d do a good job of making sure it usually landed on my head.

Like buttered toast, it always seemed to land cum side down.

As he sniggered in his bed, I’d remove it as calmly as I could, and let it drop on the floor.

By one particular Thursday in early August, after an especially bad night at home, I had resolved to try to move things forward with Ruairi. I needed to step out of this darkness and into the light.

It was a good shift to do it in. When I arrived, one of the lads saw me and just said ‘He’s in the Field Barn.’ That was standard now - no one pretended anything other than I would be working with Ruairi. My name was even next to his on the shift board. In brackets.

The Field Barn was perfect - away from everyone - and my heart was almost rattling in my chest as I took the long walk (no-one ever thought to offer me a vehicle, which I didn’t actually mind, and I’d often hop in a tractor with Ruairi, sometimes perched on his knee, or on the back of his quad bike, my arms wrapped around his hips). My mind was whirring with possible scenarios - kissing that beautiful full-lipped mouth, dropping slowly to my knees as I continue to look into those ice-blue eyes, rolling in the hay like we’re in some smutty, Regency melodrama. I had an erection by the time I arrived.

I could see the quad outside and the barn doors wide open, with various boxes and bits of machinery scattered over the track in front. Ruairi was in the middle of it all, hands on his hips, looking vaguely pissed off, which wasn’t a great start. It was a decent day, weather-wise, and he wasn’t wearing his coveralls- again, a shame. Undoing those straps had become quite the feature of my wank fantasies of late.

He looked up and watched me as I approached, which made the last few meters seem agonisingly long. His face briefly brightened as he watched me, his mouth broadening to a smile.

‘Alright, gorgeous. Hope you’re ready for a long one - she wants all of this shit sorted. How the fuck she thinks the two of us can do this in one day, fuck knows….’

He went to move a box to by my feet, and stopped suddenly.

‘Fucking hell mate, you enjoyed your walk, did ye?

Confused, I looked down, and realised I was tenting.

I wasn’t embarrassed. I had wound myself up, overnight and on the way here. This was happening. This needed to happen.

I had never ‘initiated’ before. Not in the physical sense. I just turned up and let myself be used. But at least I thought I knew what men wanted. They had always seemed grateful enough before.

Forcing myself to follow through, I reached across and grabbed at his crotch, giving it a couple of squeezes. His work trousers were thick, and I couldn’t quite feel if I was in the right place exactly, but I thought I was.

‘Tom….’

It wasn’t a breathy ‘Tom’, wasn’t a fall-into-my-arms-please sort of ‘Tom’. Just, just a …’Tom’.

I glanced up at his face. He just looked a bit bewildered. This wasn’t going right. I could feel my face redden and start to boil, but for some reason I couldn’t stop what I was doing with my hand. I could feel my eyes were about to water, the enormity of the blunder I had made coming into focus, but maybe if I just pushed through….

He gently took my wrist and put it back down to my side, stepping slightly closer to me to do so. I was staring at the ground, but could feel him staring at me. What the fuck was going to happen now? Should I just turn around and run away? Yes, my mind decided, that is definitely the sensible, grown up, correct decision in this scenario - well done you, for thinking clearly at last. But I couldn’t move.

Nothing, in the world, seemed to be able to move.

Eventually, after an eternity in that pit of mortification, I felt his fingers on my chin, lifting it up. The feel of his touch was a soothing balm, spreading quickly outwards. As my gaze came upwards I could see his face, and it was already moving closer, tilting slightly sideways, his eyelids dropping.

He kissed me.

Oh my god he was kissing me.

Those full beautiful lips. The softness, the slowness, the first contact so gentle, only slowly building up, his tongue tentatively starting to explore mine, in no hurry, his arms wrapping themselves around me, but still feather-light, my hands coming to rest, still slightly awkwardly, on his bum.

Flashes of bright colour, bangs and whoops, choirs and fucking mariachi bands, dancing elephants on fucking unicycles, cheerleaders and the roar of a crowd’s approval, the best moments of your life in a cheesy fucking montage, the buzz of the right amount of beer, the smell of mown grass, vanilla in a freshly baked cake…

Or utter stillness, absolutely nothing in the universe, not the farthest stars, not galaxies bursting into creation, not the vacuum of freezing nothingness in between….

Nothing.

Nothing mattering.

But this.

I can’t tell you.

I had been kissed before, by my cousin, but that was a very different experience. This. This was the most magical moment of my life.

It had to end sometime. And when it did he looked at me, a faint but glorious smile.

‘You OK now?’

I nodded.

‘Alright c’mon, we have work to do.’

I’ve never worked so hard, or so happily, in my life, following his instructions, staying side by side as much as I could. Glancing down at his muscled, tattooed arms - a man’s arms - and wanting to pinch myself. The barn was about a quarter sorted when he indicated he wanted a cigarette break, motioning outside to me with a flick of his head.

I had never let him know I was a casual smoker, feeling - oddly, given he was a smoker, albeit not a heavy one - that it might disappoint him. I just normally stood an watched him, turned on but the adultness of it. But today I asked for one. And we stood together in the warm sunlight, not saying anything, a growing sense of excitement, tension maybe, and giggliness between us. We weren’t saying anything, just meeting each other’s eyes occasionally then looking away with broad smiles or a slight laugh. The electricity was racing.

With a sudden motion he flicked away his cigarette and grabbed me by the hand, leading me back into the barn. I followed limply, almost being dragged along, though I had no desire not to follow. My mind was fully focussed on the feel of my hand in his, how our fingers were intertwining, the heat emanating from it.

He took me round and in between stacks of babes and bales, a sort of little corridor, and with two hand on my face he kissed me again. It was more passionate, more urgent this time, but the same explosions were set off in my mind. My hand reached back down to his crotch, I couldn’t stop myself, and I could feel it this time. I could feel the firmness. I could feel it growing.

I exhaled loudly as I fell to my knees, a sort of moan, and we were both working on his zipper. I pulled out his meat as it was still stiffening fully.

I would never have been disappointed- it was Ruairi - but I was impressed with what I saw.

It was thick and very cylindrical, slightly veiny with a smaller hood that mine, revealing the full glory of his large purple warhead. It was continuing to grow in front of my eyes to around 7 delectable inches. The hunger, the desire, overwhelmed me, and my mouth was on it.

I wish I could relive those moments, every hour of every day. His head leaning slowly back, his breathing becoming irregular and sharp, the rigidity in my mouth as the sweet, sweet taste of his precum oozed around by tongue. It was more than a blow job, more than a service, one I had performed many times before, for my cousin, for various middle aged men in a parade of dirty car seats. It was closeness, it was a fusion of our bodies. But that cock also just tasted so damn good.

After a few minutes he stood me up, and I was momentarily confused - was that not good? Had I failed somehow? Fucked this whole thing up already? But his hands were finding my fly now, and to my continued surprise HE was kneeling down.

Nobody sucked MY dick. Nobody had even touched it, and I felt vaguely uncomfortable, unsure what to do. My cock was rock hard though, which I had only just then become aware of, and when he took it in his mouth a warmth emanated outwards, like a drug had been injected and I could feel it entering my bloodstream. It was heavenly, it was glorious, and I allowed myself to lean into it for a couple of minutes, until the awkwardness returned and I motioned for us to switch again.

He came in my mouth, a moment of pure ecstasy for both of us, by the sounds of it, and I couldn’t help but be disappointed slightly when the taste disappeared, down my throat. He had an unusually sweet, creamy load, and a full one too. As I stood up he stared into my eyes, still smiling broadly and still breathing heavily. He leant in for another kiss, and I felt his hand wrap around my throbbing cock - someone was actually going to help ME finish - and we slowly kissed while he quickly jerked, my legs starting to buckle as I shot my load onto the concrete between our feet.

For the first time in my life, I was truly happy.

But it wasn’t that long, before Steven would put an end to that nonsense…

Hello, I’m straight and curious on how this happens and all of your stories. Please feel free to share your experiences as much as you feel comfortable. Thank you again and I hope you all have a great day!

This took place about six months after I had lost my virginity. Up until that point, the only guy I have been with was the guy who took my virginity. I had recently started seeing someone (F) and things were going really well, but I found myself fantasizing about cock so much that I was checking my CL email even during class.

I had been hitting up CL on-and-off for a few weeks trying to see if I could find another cock. I had been chatting with one guy who worked close to my campus downtown.

He was in his late 30s, a bear, South Asian background. Pretty much the carbon copy of the guy who took my virginity but brown instead of white.

That day, my gf and I had plans to meet for lunch. As class was winding down, I checked my CL email and saw that he had sent me a new pic:

He was alone in a private bathroom, shirt unbuttoned and his throbbing brown cock sticking out of his fly. He told me there was a floor that was always empty in the building he worked in, and that I could suck him off in the bathroom there.

Without even really thinking I replied that I would come and started cutting across campus for my cock date. I managed to reschedule with my gf and hurried over.

I got to the building and took the elevator to the floor he told me to meet him at. Exiting the elevator, I followed the signs for the bathroom. Outside the bathroom, I messaged him on CL that I was there and less than a minute later, the door slowly opened and he let me in.

We briefly exchanged pleasantries before I took off my sweater and shirt and got on my knees. I could see his cock poking through his dress pants, and very hastily unbuttoned his pants and pulled his cock out.

He was about 5.5". Overall, he had a really, really nice uncut brown cock (one of my favourite kind of cocks). I immediately started greedily sucking him like my life depended on it. I had been craving cock for months and now I finally had a throbbing one in my mouth again.

I took him as deep as I could go, gagging on his throbbing brown cock as I impaled my face on it, sliding my tongue up and down his shaft and working his cock as best as I could.

I grabbed one of his hands and put it on my head, pushing his hand with my own to show him to fuck my mouth a bit: I was in heat and I really wanted him to fuck my mouth like a pussy with his amazing dick. He started thrusting a bit, the sound of his cock slipping in and out was so loud in the bathroom lol I thought we were gonna get caught - it was just an echoing cacophony of me gagging and slobbering all over this guy's brown cock.

Eventually he pulled his cock out of my mouth and started cock slapping me, telling me to lick his balls. Every once in awhile he'd shoe his cock back in my mouth to face fuck me a bit before pulling his cock back out and slapping me with it. I had spit and pre-cum all over my face and chest, I fucking loved it.

He asked me if I swallowed and I said "yes daddy," so he had me walk on all fours to the toilet. He mounted one leg on the seat and pulled my head down onto his cock. He started fucking my face again, pulling and holding my face in close to him so he could better fuck it. He started to tighten up and moan and fuck my mouth harder. Within seconds his brown cock was pulsing cum into my mouth - way more than I had the first time I sucked cock.

His cum tasted amazing. I was greedily swallowing it up but someone was dripping out of my mouth and onto the floor and chest.

After he came he wiped his cum off of my chin and chest and made me lick his fingers clean. I cleaned up, got dressed and we parted. Ended up having a pretty good lunch with my gf that day, too.

Though I never saw that particular guy again, he was the first in a line of bigger brown tops id hook up with in public bathrooms.

***All characters in this story are 18+. This story is completely fictional. All acts in this story are fully consensual.

It’s been a few years since I have had a houseboy. My last, was a hot little Latin boy that loved my cock. He lived with me for a few years before moving away to be with family. I hadn’t given another live in another thought until the other night when I was leaving a business dinner and getting my car from the valet. He was handsome. College age Asian guy. Fit and toned in all the right places.  His polo showed off his toned arms and slim waist; his pants were so snug on his ass there was nothing left to the imagination.

“Hey there, here’s my ticket for my car,” I said smiling at the guy.

“I’ll be right back, sir.”
He ran across the street to the parking garage while I pulled out a tip and my business card. Shortly after, he pulled up in my silver convertible sports car.

“Here are your keys Mr. Johnson. Great car, I’ve never driven one so nice before.”

I smiled at him, “thanks, if you want to drive it some more let me know. Here is your tip and my card.”

For a moment we shared a gaze where I could feel he wanted more than to drive my car. I smirked and got into my car and left. On the drive home I could not get the thought of his pretty face and fit body out of my mind. He was so handsome.

I pulled into my condo and parked my car to go upstairs when my phone dinged. It was from a number that wasn’t saved.

“Hey Mr. Johnson, this is Adam, your valet from this evening. What did you mean when you said about driving your car more?”

“Exactly that bud. You would drive my car and take me places. You seem to know your way around cars and I have been needing a driver.”

I stepped into the elevator and pressed the button for the penthouse. The service is terrible in the elevator, so I was hoping to have another text when I arrived home. I didn’t. Instead, I had a snapchat notification from a “adamoshiri.”

I approved the request and texted him, “Oh, I get an invite to your snap?”

“Yes, Mr. Johnson, I wanted you to see what could be riding around in your car.” Immediately, I received another snap from Adam. It was an image. Him in the stall of a bathroom with his pants pulled down slightly showing he was in a white jock. His ass was smooth, juicy and firm from working out.

I replied with a fire emoji and sent him a pic of me smirking back to him. I may be 45 but I do know how to communicate with the younger generation. It’s all I hook up with, but I could tell Adam was different. He could easily fit into my life as a houseboy.

“Do you want to see more”

“Not on snapchat, I want to see it in person. Would you want to come over sometime and see more of me?” I messaged him back. Then I sent a pic of me shirtless. He opened my snap immediately.

“Daddy Johnson, yes please!!!”

The shirtless pics always got boys hot. For 45 years old, I am well groomed and kept up my fitness. If I may say so myself, I think I am very attractive, and based off my hookups too, they say so as well.

I am 6ft 2in, around 220lbs, nice salt and pepper hair and goatee. I work out regularly, so I have fit pecs that’s sprinkled with fur, nice thick thighs, muscle ass, and arms most guys dream of having. I run regularly on the beach right outside my condo, so I have a great tan. Thankfully being in Miami I can run outside year-round.

“Then come over when you get off boy!” I reply and send him my address.

“Yes, sir I am off now so I am headed to you.”

Within thirty minutes I was meeting him in the lobby of my building to take him upstairs. He was reserved in the elevator and didn’t say much. He just smiled.

“Have you ever done something like this?”

“You mean, like a hookup? Yeah! of course but never in a waterfront penthouse with a sexy daddy like you.” He said quietly.

“Are you nervous?”

“No sir. I am just trying to contain my excitement. You’re really hot!”

I lean into him and get closer, “I think the very same about you Adam!”

The elevator doors open and I enter the code to get through my door. He gasps seeing the view. Floor to ceiling windows exposing the ocean to us.

“WOW! Sir, this is incredible.”

“Thanks, Adam, so what else do you want to see?”

He grins and walks over to me and kisses me. I wrap my arms around his shorter younger body squeezing him into me. I grab his bubble ass and squeeze a cheek in each hand and grunt. “Fuck yea boy.”

He looks up at me and says, “take whatever you want, daddy. I’m a good boy that pleases.”

I kiss him deeper and pick him up carrying him to my bed. Within seconds I have this boy naked and on my bed. His jock on the floor beside my shirt and my pants a few seconds behind that. His face right at my bulge nuzzling as if he were asking to get more.

“You want daddy’s cock, huh boy?”

His big brown eyes look up at me as he says, “yes sir!”

I pull my thick 8.5-inch cock out and let it flop across his face. My nuts resting on his chin and the tip of my cock on his forehead. He let out a slight moan as to say, “thank you.”

Adam grabbed my cock and slipped it between his pink pouty lips until all I could see was my bush. Be began to work my cock deep in his throat, covering it with his spit making it glossy. His hands on my cheeks pulling me into his mouth deeper.

“FUCKKKK yeah boy! You know what you’re doing with cock huh son?”

“mmhmmmm” he moaned with my cock still in his throat.

I grab the sides of his young face and start fucking his mouth, pounding the back of this throat making his eyes water and run down his cheeks. Adam kept looking up at me as if to say, do not stop.

But I did. I love to edge boys to make them want more and more of me. To use them as a toy. Adam seemed to love that. I pulled my cock out and slapped it on his face. I spit on my hand and rubbed his hole. Smooth, warm and definitely eager.

“DADDY MMMM”

“What?”

“Fuck me daddy!”

I didn’t have to think twice. I pushed him on the bed till his ass was at the edge. He looked up at me and whimpered as I rubbed my fat spit covered cockhead on his smooth pink hole.

I wanted to test this boy to see if he had what it takes to be my boy. Stamina, perseverance, and subordination. Within seconds I shoved into him, giving no warning and opening his pucker to be mine.

“Thank you, sir! Ohhhh yeaaaa, don’t stop! I can take it!”

I pulled him by his thighs up closer to me so I could get deeper into his body. His hole was snug around my cock but opening quick for my cock to go for it. So, I did. I held his slim waist in my big hands and started pounding his hole. My cock going tip to base in one thrust. His hole gaping and winking at me asking for more!

He was perfect! He knew what I needed and wanted from him. It was like he was trained to be my fuck toy. So, I used him like he was. Pressing deep into his ass with no mercy. He moaned and begged me to keep fucking him. His whimpers when I’d go tip to base in one thrust made me feral. His little Asian cock was flopping all over the place. I grabbed it and started jerking him while using his pink hole.

“Daddy you’re going to make me cum!”

While on his back I maneuvered his body so his load would land on his face. His cock started shooting ropes of cum and he opened his mouth to catch it all.

I leaned in making my cock go deeper into his hole as kissed him. Cum in our mouths as out tongues swirled. I couldn’t resist. I shot rope after rope of thick daddy cum into his boy hole. He moaned feeling the hot cum on his ass walls.

I pulled out and spun him around so he could clean my cock. As he did, he was rubbing his hole and tasting my load.

I looked down at him, “so boy, do you like being a valet?”

He removed my cock from his mouth to answer, “not really, its not my favorite.”

“What is your favorite?”

“You,” he says as he looks up at me with those big brown eyes and slips my cock into his mouth.

“Good, I have the perfect job for you.”

I've been asked by a few guys "can I watch you jerk off and cum?" First time was when I started modeling underwear and my photographer and brand manager kept trying to get me to do jockstraps. I was too shy, and kinda worried I would get hard. My photographer was a cool guy so he asked me if he could have the jockstrap because I said I didn't want to keep it. I said that was fine. He asked me while we were shooting if I would jerk off in it. He had COLT porn and I jerked a huge load on the jockstrap. He licked it and I thought it was so much fun

Everyone in this story is 18+.

After two weeks at the nude dorm, I’d gotten a lot more comfortable being naked around the other guys. They embraced all newcomers, and it felt like I was starting to fit in. I was able to carry out conversations, take communal showers, and even complete my studies while surrounded by a bunch of hot, naked college students. The only thing I couldn’t bring myself to do was to masturbate in front of them.

Ever since Murph showed me the campus bathrooms, I’d been spending a lot of time jerking off behind closed doors. It turned into a routine. Each day after class, I’d find the nearest private bathroom and rub one out. By the time I got back to the dorm and had to ditch my clothes, everything was already taken care of. I was at much lower risk of getting an embarrassing hard-on in front of everyone.

My system wasn’t bullet-proof, but it worked well enough. I was able to avoid the more humiliating parts of life at Nude-House. That is, until I was invited to the first orgy of the semester.

“Hey, Chris!” My heart skipped a beat. It was Murph. He was a sophomore, and I kind of had a major crush on him. I got flustered every time we spoke.

“Murph! Uh, hi. What’s up?”

“You gonna be around for the orgy tomorrow tonight?”

“The what?” I was taken aback. I knew things were pretty chill around here, but I didn’t think there would be a formal orgy being held in my own dorm.

“The orgy! It’s a Nude-House tradition. We have one every few weeks here. It’s a good way to blow off some steam and get to know your dorm mates a bit better.” He said it so matter-of-factly, it almost sounded normal. As if every college dorm had enforced nudity and organized orgies.

“I, uh…” I began, racking my brain for an excuse.

“I’d love it if you came,” Murph added.

My cheeks turned bright pink. “Oh! Uh, yeah. I’ll be there then.” I quickly covered my crotch, drawing more attention to my growing dick than I intended. My mind flooded with possibilities, all involving him.

“Great, see you then!”

Murph turned and left. A moment later, Jake approached. “Dude, you’re fawning all over him,” he teased. He laughed, placing his arm around my shoulder.

My face was still hot. “Am not!” I replied.

“Whatever you say, man.” Jake and I had several classes together, plus we slept in adjacent beds in the dorm. We’d gotten pretty close, and he was basically my best friend here.

I pushed his arm off, still distracted by my conversation with Murph. “Anyway, I heard there’s supposed to be an orgy tomorrow night. You gonna be there?”

“Hell yeah. What about you? Gonna find a nice quiet bathroom to jerk off in?” He laughed again.

I glanced back at Murph, catching a glimpse of his ass. “No,” I said firmly. “I’ll be there.”

The next day seemed to drag on. All I could think about was the upcoming orgy, and every hour that ticked by only added to my anxiety. Different scenarios ran through my head. Thoughts of me sucking Murph’s dick, getting to touch his body, maybe even kissing him. I barely paid attention to my classes. My underwear were a mess, sticky and wet with precum. When my last class ended, I abandoned my routine and practically sprinted back to the dorm. It was still a few hours until the orgy, but I could barely contain the excitement and nervous anticipation.

When I reached Nude-House, I quickly stripped and stuffed my clothes into my locker. My dick was hard, but for the first time since I got here, I refrained from covering it up. I walked right past the front desk and up the stairs, where I found a handful of guys who had already returned from class. Among them was Murph. My heart fluttered as he smiled and waved me over.

“Hey,” I said cheerily. It was hard to contain my excitement.

“Hey! You’re still gonna be around later, right?”

“Wouldn’t miss it,” I replied. My palms were beginning to sweat just talking to the guy. Brendan Murphy, a.k.a. “Murph,” was so incredibly cute it was hard to keep my cool around him. I wasn’t sure if he noticed and simply chose to ignore it, but he was always so kind to me.

“Sweet!” he replied. “Do you think you could help with the setup?” He leaned down and pulled some things out from under his bed. There were all sorts of snacks, including chips and dip, cookies, soda, and water. “I need some help moving the furniture around. We’re gonna use some of the desks to put the food and drink out, and then try to clear some space for… well, you know.” He winked at me.

“Of course!” I said, trying not to melt from that wink.

After that, the two of us set to work. We shifted desks, rearranged the beds, and generally spruced up the place in preparation for the night’s events. Murph was all smiles while we worked, and it felt like I was catching a vibe from him. I brushed it aside, worried that I was just misreading him and getting my hopes up in the process. Better to be pleasantly surprised than to get burned later. While we worked, Murph gave direction to a few of the other upperclassmen. They set off to clean the showers, put out bowls of condoms and bottles of lube, and all the other necessary stuff you’d do before an orgy. Once we finished, the space looked completely transformed.

“Thanks for the help, Chris,” Murph said. He gave me a solid high-five, then placed his hands on his hips and looked around to admire our work.

“Any time,” I told him. Feeling vulnerable, I stepped closer and lowered my voice. “Hey, Murph… I’ve never done something like this before. I’m kind of nervous.”

He turned back to me. The discomfort must have been apparent on my face, because his expression quickly turned to one of genuine concern. “Are you okay?” he asked, placing a hand on my shoulder. “You don’t have to stick around tonight if you don’t want to.”

I opened my mouth, but I didn’t know what to say. “I… I want to stay,” I finally said.

“Alright,” he replied. “Just stay close to me and you’ll be fine.” He moved his hand to my head and ruffled my hair playfully.

I nodded and gave him a weak smile. We spent the next hour or so making finishing touches before people began to arrive. Once the guests started showing up, I was glued to Murph’s side.

Things started out slow. People showed up over the course of a half hour, and the beginning was mostly full of mingling. Most were familiar faces, but there were a few guys from some of the other dorms too. One or two I even recognized from some of my classes. Everyone was naked, but seeing someone new in Nude-House put my back into my shell a little bit.

“Come on,” Murph said encouragingly. He linked his arm with mine and pulled me across the room. “Let’s grab some snacks.”

It was hard to say no when my crush was willingly spending time with me, so I went along with him. Inside, my heart was pounding out of my chest, but I tried to stay calm.

Over at the snack table, we ran into some of the seniors in Nude-House. I recognized their faces, but I hadn’t really interacted with them much in my first two weeks here.

“Hey, Murph!” one said.

Another playfully punched him on the shoulder. “Already claimed your boy, huh? Have fun, you two!”

The group laughed, turning my face a deep shade of red. “No!” I shouted, perhaps a little too directly. When I turned to see Murph’s face, I immediately regretted it. He looked hurt.

He unlinked his arm from mine, then looked back at the seniors. “Of course not,” he added. “I was just keeping him company for his first Nude-House orgy.”

My heart sank. I totally fucked up. Before I could say anything further, Murph walked off towards the showers, leaving me alone. I looked at the seniors, who had already moved on from the conversation, then back at my crush. Making a quick decision, I ran after him.

At this point, guys were already passionately making out, blowing each other, or even straight up fucking. I hurried past them all to catch up with Murph, but not before he had already reached the showers.

“Murph!” I called out. There were a few more guys inside the shower room, similarly intertwined. For once, I didn’t care. I needed to set things straight.

“What?” he asked. He was standing just inside the room, his back leaning against the wall. He looked visibly upset.

“I’m sorry,” I said. From there, the words started spilling out. “I’m still getting used to all this. I didn’t mean to diss you, I’m just so nervous around you that I panicked. You’ve been so nice to me these last few weeks, and… and, well, I kind of developed a bit of a crush on you.” I glanced away, no longer able to maintain eye contact.

“Chris…” Murph took a step closer.

“Please don’t be mad at me,” I said.

“Do you really mean all that? Even… the part about the crush?”

“Yes,” I whispered.

He placed his hand under my chin and turned my head back towards him. He was smiling again. That same happy smile he always wore. Then he leaned in and kissed me.

All characters are 18+

Sharing a bedroom with my younger step-brother made things much easier. He was eighteen, and the type of guy that everybody seemed to like, but nobody liked Zach as much as I did.

I was just two years older than him, but he had always looked up to me. Our parents met a few years prior, and ever since, he’d followed me around like a lost puppy.

As soon as Zach had turned eighteen, he had begged me to bring him along to the gym. He’d always been envious of my physique, given that he was short, slender and smooth, and I was tall, muscular and hairy.

I was happy for him to tag along, but I was happier again when we showered together, afterwards. It was the first time I’d ever seen him naked, and I wasn’t disappointed.

Zach was a cute guy. Blond hair, big, blue eyes, and a nice set of dimples. He had always been athletic, which made him look even better in the shower, but it was his perfect ass that made me hard that day.

I knew he noticed it. Hell, who wouldn’t notice eight inches of veined, throbbing meat just feet away from them, but he did his best to ignore it. Part of me didn’t want him to, but I’d always assumed that Zach was straight.

The image of warm water and soap trailing down my little step-bro’s naked body was almost too much to handle. I wanted to grab hold of him there and then and shove my cock up his sweet ass, but I wasn’t that much of a monster.

We didn’t speak about it afterwards, which was no surprise, but when Zach asked to accompany me the following day, I was more than happy to oblige.

He kept himself as smooth as ice, which only made me want him more. His cock and balls were perfectly proportioned, but I couldn’t stop myself from drooling over the sight of his plump, flawless ass. Once again, I sported an erection and Zach pretended it wasn’t there.

Before long, I stopped hiding it and he stopped ignoring it. In fact, the more comfortable we both became with each other, the more of his beautiful body he seemed willing to show off.

He’d bend over, just inches from me, exposing his tight, pink hole. He’d slide his finger between his delicious ass cheeks, tenderly rubbing his rim with soap, and on more than one occasion, Zach sprung an erection, and I’d never seen anything as perfect in my life.

It didn’t take me long to realise that my little step-bro was a cock tease, and as soon as I learned that, everything changed between us.

He was in his final year of high school and I was already in college. Our schedules were slightly different, but I always woke a slight bit earlier, just to watch him dress in the mornings.

For the first few weeks, Zach didn’t know that I was pretending to sleep. He’d get out of bed in his boxer briefs, with a visible boner, and stretch his beautiful body just a few feet away from me. Sometimes he’d play with himself as he strolled off to the bathroom, and when he’d return, he’d be naked and wet.

Eventually, I stopped pretending. I’d simply sit there, watching, as he dried his naked body. He didn’t care that I was looking. He’d even go as far as to take his time when searching for some fresh underwear, and then he began to mindlessly leave his used ones on my bed when he’d leave.

Zach’s cock, balls and hole smelled better than anything I had ever smelled before. There was a sharp sweetness to his teenage genitals, and one which I couldn’t get enough of.

I’d suck in his stench and stroke my large cock, and more often than not, I’d run my tongue back and forth over the pre-cum stains that he’d left for me. I knew then that I wouldn’t rest until I had the real thing, and luckily for me, Zach knew it, too.

Everything became hyper-sexualised. We couldn’t go an hour without a comment or a motion that made the two of us giddy with excitement. Down at the dinner table, Zach would ‘accidentally’ drop his fork, only to brush off my junk as he reached for it.

In the living room, watching football with Dad, I’d mindlessly drape my hand over my little step-brother’s shoulder, and caress his soft, smooth back. It almost always forced an erection from him, and sometimes I wondered if Dad noticed.

It was a never-ending tease, and one which was driving me crazy. I needed to fuck him. I needed to shove my cock into my step-brother and fill him with my seed. Yet, Zach was a tease, and it was clear that he was making me work for it.

One evening when I returned home from college, I found him on my bed. He wasn’t even trying to hide it, anymore. He was laying there naked, stroking his smooth cock as he held my boxers over his face. He stared directly at me as splashes of warm cum squirted from his cock and poured down his forming abs. Without a word, he walked by me and disappeared into the shower.

By that point, I couldn’t take it, anymore. I waited for him to return, desperate to feel his mouth around my hard cock, but he smirked at me instead and simply said “goodnight” as he crawled into bed.

We both knew that the inevitable would soon happen. The only question was how long it would take before I could turn my little step-bro from a cock tease to a cock slut, and I was eager to find out.

This is my first experience and this is a real story. Names have been changed for protection.

So I’m in high school and joined the ROTC program to avoid going into PE class because I had a bad experience in middle school. I was brought in not knowing anyone and managed to land myself in the rifle team which was pretty cool hanging out with guys after class or on the weekend shooting rifles with no one to bother us. There was this older black guy that was also in the program and he was one of the leaders. Well call him Dominic. He was really nice to me and I thought it was normal as everyone else was also nice to me. One day during lunch I heard they had made a tiny hole between the girls and guys locker room to peek at the girls. At this point of my life I’ve seen some porn at friends house that was on a VHS tape and some magazine from my dad’s work place. Anyways one day I walked into the locker room because every one but the elders were there, or so I thought. I saw the Dominic and he was getting dressed. I saw him in his boxers and he hurried to slip his pants on. I said sorry didn’t know anyone was still here and he said it’s okay he stays behind a lot. He caught me checking him out and said if I ever needed anything to just let him know. I left and went home. The next few days I couldn’t stop thinking of what his dick looked like and I didn’t want to be weird and freak him out since I didn’t know him like that. Couple weeks later go by and summer is here and the ROTC leaders mentioned that if any programs within the rotc needed practice over the weekend they’d be open for it. I was already in a program and enjoyed what I did so I said why not it’s something to get away from home. One Saturday morning I told my parents where I was going and headed to my high school for practice. I assumed some of my friends were gonna be there but it was only me that arrived and the rifle range was opened. I check in with Dominic and he said glad to see you here for practice. I said yeah I just needed to get away from home and he took my name down. I went into the rifle range alone and while someone is in we always lock the door. I got situated and turned the lights off from obscuring my visions in the range. I saw a faint glow in the cabinet and my interested lead to it. I had opened it and a tv was on with a vcr. I hit play and saw some full blown porno between a man and woman. The man was black and the woman was Hispanic. I stood there watching it mesmerized at the sight. I got hooked to watching porn and heard a knock at the door. I stopped the video closed the cabinet and ran to the door to open it. It was Dominic. He greeted and said he needed to be present for a little to make sure I was following the range rules. He sat in the back and I laid down on the range to practice my shots. My head was on the porno and I couldn’t really concentrate so I just shot away. Dominic said if he could turn the radio on and I said it was fine. He tuned into the hip hop channel and had turned up the volume a little to where I barely heard him there. The only thing I heard was the cabinet open and some unbuckling which sounded like a belt. He shouted “keep your eyes down range don’t look back here”. I wanted to look back so bad but didn’t want any trouble so I continued with my shots. About 10-15 min go by he turns down the volume and he said he was gonna be back in a bit. I said sure and locked the door behind him. I looked back at the cabinet and it was closed and saw a red cup near the cabinet. Unsure as to what it was I walked up to it, looked in the cup and notice a white substance that looked like spit thinking it was spit. I smelled the cup and it wasn’t spit… it was cum. He jacked off to the porno and shot his cum into the cum. This turned me on from the smell. It had a musky sweet smell. I touched it with my fingers and it was still warm. It was very thick and creamy like. I had a crazy idea and sat on the chair and decided to grab some and jerk my dick with his cum. He had shot a lot of it in the cup. I turned on the video and jerked my dick with his cum as lube. I saw a facial on the video and made me think to also drip the left over cum into my mouth. I sat back leaned my head back and let gravity do its thing. The cum started to spill from the cup and as it was already thick. It looked like an egg white coming out of the cup. I stuck my tongue out and let it drip into my mouth to which at my surprise, was sweet and tangy. I really liked the way it tasted I held it in my mouth playing with it on my tongue and started to cum on myself as I jacked myself. I swallowed as soon as I shot my nut and was eager to have more. I sat there looking at the porn and the next scene was anal and was curious how that would feel if I took dick in my ass. The door knocked and I hurried to pull my pants up, turn off the tv and sat the cup on the table. I ran to the door and it was Dominic again. He entered and said he would be there checking me just to make sure it was all good and I went back to my rifle practice hoping he didn’t notice anything. A few moments later he shouted, ah wow you either used my cum or drank my cum faggot. I was startled and looked back at him. He has his dick out pointing in my direction. He shouted again, wow you really did that didn’t you. I didn’t know what to say I was caught. He walked up to me as I laid down and he said if I wanted more to come to the back with him. I followed his direction nervous as hell I was shaking. He told me to get on my knees and look at his dick closer. I grabbed his dick and was looking at his 8 inch up close. He asked me to suck it so he wouldn’t tell anyone. I was scared and at the same time I was horny to suck dick for the first time. I opened my mouth and started sucking his dick like the videos and magazines I’ve seen. He was pre cumming a lot it made me mouth water as I kept bobbing down on his dick. He flexed his legs and held my head down after 10 min and started shooting his cum into my mouth and told me to swallow it. I did as he commanded and swallowed his cum as his dick pulsed in my lips. He was wowed by what I just did and he said this is our little secret and I could have it as much as I wanted. I nodded as his dick was still in my mouth. He pulled it out and asked if I ever wanted to try it in my ass. I told him I never had it and he said he could show me. I nodded yes because I wanted to try it but didn’t want it to hurt. He said the best way to do it was without condoms and I agreed to it. He told me to get naked and lay on my side. He also got naked and laid behind me on his side like a spooning position. He spit on his dick and spit on my hole and started to push it into my ass. It hurt. Extremely hurt I yelped like I’ve never before. He told me to relax and allow it go in. I tried and it wasn’t working out. He then pulls out this little bottle and told me to sniff the bottle to help me take his dick. I obliged and took a sniff. I suddenly had a major head rush and my body relaxed. He felt me relax and then he slid his dick in one slide. I was full and I didn’t yelp but did moan from being full and my dick felt like it was going to explode. He held me there and said it’ll get easier and to keep sniffing the bottle. I took 3 more sniffs and he was sliding his dick all the way and slide it all the way in balls deep. I felt like I was in heaven from the sensation and he slowly picked up the pace. He asked where could he cum and I said he could cum in my ass to make it easier. Soon as I said that he started to really fuck me where I could feel my asshole get really slippery and felt his body slap into mine. After about 5 min he told me he was close and to squeeze myself asshole. I followed his demands and he shouted he was cumming. With one last thrust I felt his dick pulsing while my asshole gripped his dick and it felt like he was cumming a lot. He did. I held me there and said he hasn’t felt that good in a while. Before he pulled out he took a Polaroid picture of his dick in my hole and gave it to me. He said I should do this more often with him and nodded. He his dick out and heard a pop followed by my asshole farting out his cum. It was a ridiculous amount of cum coming out of me. He handed me paper towels and told me to clean myself up. I did and I could barely get up and walk. He laughed telling me that’s normal and to get use to it. He said he had to run and finish some things and told me to wash up in the bathroom down the hall. I left the paper towels on the floor, the tv still on after he fucked me so I could clean after. I put my clothes on, he left and I washed my face up so I could be done for the day. I came back into the rifle range and came across the school janitor and he saw everything as it was. Porno on the tv, paper towels on the ground and the red cup on the side. He said I could get in big trouble but said he could help me not get into trouble… that’s a different story.

Let me know if you guys enjoyed my first time and yes it’s very real. All my stories are real. Hopefully i hear your comments and hopefully write out what happened with the janitor. Have a good day.

Lochlan

We'd been in Thailand for a day and I couldn't stand the heat. It's very humid and muggy, very different from the heat in the US. For my brother Saxon, it wasn't a problem, it was just another excuse to walk around naked all day.

Fuck! I shouldn't like my brother as much as I do. I'm 18 and I can't even choose the fucking university I'm going to... My obsession with my brother started when I was a teenager. Our house is big, but I got used to hearing him fuck chicks in his room when our parents weren't around.

Saxon is tall, has the body of a Greek god, blond hair, votes for Trump and is addicted to protein shakes. He's what they call a MAGA Bro at X. He's been protecting me from everything and everyone since I was little, as we have a big age difference, more than 7 years. If I had to choose a profession, it would be doing favors for my brother day and night. Nothing gives me more satisfaction than bringing him beers while he plays PS5 at the weekend, cleaning his shoes after a run on rainy days, preparing his protein shakes with powdered peanut butter, banana, oats and cinnamon. He tries very hard to get me to drink them, but secretly I want to keep this skinny twink physique.

I never suffered much bullying at school because everyone knows who my father and brother are and doesn't dare, but I know perfectly well that everyone calls me a rich fag and a millionaire twink behind my back.

"Hey dude, do you want to go in the pool?" Saxon woke me up from my thoughts and daydreams.

My parents and Piper had gone on a three-day excursion to Bangkok and since my brother didn't want to go, so he could hang around the hotel chasing tourists with his oiled torso and gelled hair, I decided I didn't want to go either.

"Thanks for keeping your older brother company. These days I'm going to give you some tips on how to be a man. It's about time you lost that virginity, don't you think?"

Saxon sat down on the sofa next to me, naked and wearing swimming trunks, and put his arm over mine. I could smell the strong sweat of his armpit and it was as if I'd snorted cocaine, all my nerves and senses were alert. I love that smell. My brother trains a lot, every day, sometimes twice a day.

"You're welcome, Saxon. It's a pleasure to be here with you these days." I stammered. My chest felt cold from excitement, despite having my brother's hot, sweaty body next to me.

"Let's go. Let's check out the hot chicks at the pool. I want to fuck a Thai girl, they're all so submissive, imagine what I could do to them in bed. Fuck, I'm horny!" And he grabbed his bulge in his swimming trunks.

God, I just wanted to get down on my knees and smell my brother's crotch and pull his cock out and...

"BRO? Where are you? Take your shit and come on!" My brother shouted in a rough way, just like him.

I woke up from my crazy gay dreams and grabbed my cell phone, AirPods and the book I was reading, “A Little Life” and followed Saxon like a puppy.

After about 2 months of no contact, I get a dm fro a stranger that said may be offensive. I open it and it ask “you still sucking dick?”. I’ve only sucked a couple guys so I ask who it is. He just tells me I’m the one he sucked. From that, I knew who it was. I told him I was and he just gives me a time because he knows that I know where to be and that’ll show. He knows that I’ll show up and show out and treats me like it. Even Calls me his dick sucker. But I accept and love it( he’s at least 8” and curves downward like it’s meant for a throat.

The day finally comes. I meet him at the door and he leads me to where he wants it. No words. He pulls it pants down and stares at me til I get on my knees. He still soft. I lick his balls,suck the tip, and start putting him I my throat. After a couple seconds, he’s rock hard. The sensation of his giant dick filling my mouth made me hard. I’m sucking and stroking him as I stroke my self. He tells me, “yea, eat that dick. Suck it like you want it”. Instantly makes me suck sloppier and started deepthroating loudly, you’d be the gawking sound loud as hell. He ask, “you want 2 nuts?”. I say “mhmm” while still sucking. ;Usually he doesn’t ask and just tells me he wants another nut and shoves it in my mouth as if I’m obligated.)He tells me “move your hand, ima fuck that throat” then starts fucking my face making me gag. I was taking it, bbc hitting the back of my throat and gawking. I hear him say “mhmm, take it”. Then he tells me, “suck the tip, and stroke it, ima cum all in your mouth”. About 30 seconds later, I feel my mouth filling with warm cum as he moans that he’s coming. My inner who activated and I’m back deepthroating . He tells me thats all he needs but I can’t stop sucking. He says “shit” and starts squirming til he eventually pushes me off. He then says” clean this up”(cum and spit all on the floor and my face) and leaves the room. Before I could finish cleaning my face, I get a message saying”good job. Let yourself out. See you next time”. And he’s nowhere to be found.

I've just been fucked in a public bathroom by a hot guy. It happened like an hour ago (literally).

Sometimes I get superhorny and need to suck some dick and hope to get fucked hard. There are some public bathrooms in Barcelona where you can get lucky easily (at least I do). So today I obviously got horny and when I finished some things went to one of them and started scanning the place. It was full of guys who wanted to fuck as well, and made eye contact with a handsome guy with olive skin, he was a little bit muscular, black hair and had a thin moustache. I approached him (he was in the urinals) and we looked at each other dicks, he seemed pleased with me because he grabbed me and we entered a stall.

His dick had also this awesome olive color which got me hard. He had a decent thick dick, not too long but definitely not short. He liked being dom because he forced me down my knees and started facefucking me. I tried not making it obvious for everyone else that we eere fucking, because he clearly didn't give a fuck. This went on for a while, stopping, kissing, licking his dick... And finally he pulled me up, pushed me against the stall and pulled down my trousers and underwear. He spit in his fingers and started rubbing and pressing a little bit and without hesitation he started pushing his dick into me. I was so horny that my ass was already lubed and he got inside in no time. The way he fucked damm, I was enjoying it so much he put his hand on my mouth to keep me quiet. He came in a few minutes, kissed me and helped me clean a little bit up. We got out of the stall and shared numbers (his name was italian).

I hope i get fucked by him again.

I never thought I’d end up at a topless resort in Cancun, but here I am. It’s called Temptations, an adults-only, clothing-optional place. Not really my thing, but after wrapping up an event I planned here, I decided to stay a few days and relax. I’m not into the whole lifestyle, but I’d still take this over a family resort full of screaming kids.

My name’s Cayson. I’m 27 and work in event management. I do freelance consulting and help people plan events remotely. I handle vendor research, scheduling, and all the behind-the-scenes stuff. I grew up in Chatham on the South Side of Chicago. I went to school in the city and stayed in the Midwest for most of my life. I graduated during COVID and started working online right away. For the last five years I’ve been moving around the US and sometimes traveling internationally for work. Because of that I’ve never had a consistent relationship. I’m always on the move.

I’m gay. I had a supportive circle growing up and I definitely had fun in college. Traveling lets me meet people and have short flings. That works for now.

Temptations is definitely a change of pace for me. Walking in made me nervous. The idea of it all is supposed to feel freeing, but sometimes it just feels like people are staring. Being Black adds a layer to that. In a lot of spaces, especially in the gay community, there’s this weird fetishization. Some people act like they’re doing me a favor by being extra nice, like they want to prove they’re not racist. Others treat me like I’m just a fantasy. Either way, it feels like they see my skin (and the stereotypes that come with it) before they truly see me.

I went to the quiet pool to get away from the chaos of the sexy pool. That one was packed and loud. The quiet pool was more laid back. Most of the chairs were already taken but I found one open next to this older guy. He looked like he was in his late 50s. Gray hair, slight belly, pretty solid build. He was lying there completely naked with his arms behind his head. He looked relaxed and didn’t care who saw what.

I laid down my towel, sat next to him, and opened my laptop. I glanced at him. He was just out there. Then our eyes met and he turned back toward the sky.

“Nice day, isn’t it?” I asked.

“We’ve been lucky. The weather’s been great all week,” he answered with an accent.

“Where are you visiting from?”

“Quebec,” he said, turning toward me more. He had that kind of charm where you know he was probably a heartbreaker when he was younger.

“I’m from Chicago,” I said.

“Oh, our son live there. He's probably around your age. I’m Antoine.”

I like the attention. Spending so much time alone can wear on me. After a while, I start looking for approval in all the wrong places. Usually from strangers in countries I barely know. But there’s something exciting about that too. At a resort like this, being young and fit makes me stand out without even trying. And with my skin tone, I already look different. I’ve probably got more melanin than everyone in this pool combined.

I took off my sunglasses and said, “Cayson.”

I looked down at him again. He noticed and adjusted his position like he wasn’t sure what to think.

“Anything planned later today?” I asked, testing the waters.

“Dinner with my wife Lorraine at one of the restaurants here. You should make a reservation. You can’t just walk in.”

Wife. Damn.

I nodded.

“Got it. Any plans after dinner?” He gave a small shrug.

“Just a quiet night. Nothing exciting.”

The sun was getting stronger and the humidity was starting to press against my skin. I closed my laptop and stretched a little before sitting up.

“I’ll probably be free after nine,” I said casually. “Might swing back here if I’m not too tired. If not, I’m in 7327.”

I stood up, still fully clothed in my sleeveless shirt and swim trunks, and grabbed my towel. I gave him a little time to let the invitation sink in.

He sat up too, adjusting his towel over his lap like it suddenly mattered. “You seem like a sweet guy. Charming and handsome. But we usually go for someone closer to our age.”

He gave me a light smack on the hip. His hand didn’t exactly fly away.

“Plus you’re the same age as my son.”

I laughed and leaned in slightly, keeping my voice low. “That just means I’ve got more energy to keep going awhile.”

He chuckled, trying to brush it off, but I caught the glance he gave me. The way his body shifted, the small twitch in his leg, the pause before speaking.

“I’m flattered,” he said. “But still.”

As I turned to leave, I looked over my shoulder. "I'll be chilling here around nine if you ever need someone to hang out with.”

As I walked off toward the beach, I didn’t need to look back to know he was watching. I started thinking about that Blue Hawaiian I was going to order and figured the breeze by the ocean would feel a lot better than the heat by the pool.

I had dinner that night with a couple glasses of wine. I didn’t realize until I sat down that I had booked the same dinner time as Antoine. We weren’t seated close but I kept glancing his way. His wife seemed sweet, the kind who smiles at everyone. At one point an older couple stopped by their table to catch up. Lorraine lit up like she had known them forever. Total social butterfly. I figured they’d probably had a little session together earlier in the week.

Antoine saw me, I think, but didn’t react. Didn’t look twice. Still, I couldn’t stop thinking about how he looked. He was dressed sharp and carried himself well. For a moment I flashed back to his naked body by the pool, his skin and dick gleaming under the sun. I shook it off.

They probably play together, but only with people their own age. That’s fine. I reminded myself I was just here for the weekend. There were plenty of other people to meet.

At nine, I headed back to the quiet pool. A couple older white women passed me and whistled. One wore fishnets with nothing underneath. The other was completely naked except for a cocktail in her hand. They sat down on either side of me. I sat up, trying to be polite. They were clearly drunk. Still, they offered me a drink and casually rested their hands on my thighs.

I was wearing a sleeveless muscle shirt that showed off the sides of my chest. The woman on my right reached to move the fabric to peek at my pecs. I laughed awkwardly and pulled it back in place.

They asked if I wanted to go back to their suite. I told them no, trying not to be rude. I looked around the pool, still no sign of Antoine.

“We shared a boy who looked like you in Jamaica. What was his name again? Asafa?” the one on my right asked.

“Jesus, Sophie. Asafa’s the runner,” the woman on my left said, laughing. Then she paused. “He was very good to us though.”

I gave a short, uncomfortable laugh.

“Well, if you’re not interested, we’re heading back to the suite. Stay in touch,” the woman on the left said as she stood. Sophie followed, running her hand across my shoulder before walking away.

Another thirty minutes passed. The quiet pool was getting too quiet. I sighed and headed back to my room.

Back in my room, I opened Grindr. The wall of older, bigger white men hit me first. Then I spotted the Hispanic guy from the restaurant. He was at dinner with a group of friends earlier. I wondered what brought a crew of thirty-somethings to a nude resort in Mexico. No sign of Antoine.

The familiar Grindr ping popped up. Message from a black torso asking if I was free.

I checked his bio. Wilson. Forty-five. Six foot. Muscular. Top. I messaged him back and we agreed to meet in thirty. He was staying at the same resort with his wife.

I unlocked the door and left it slightly open so he could just walk in. I got naked and stepped into the shower, rinsing off fast. When I came out, I dimmed the lights, grabbed some lube and a couple condoms, and left them at the edge of the bed. Then I got on all fours, ass up, ready.

A knock. The door opened, then clicked shut behind him.

I heard the sound of shoes coming off. Clothes being pulled down. Then a voice I wasn’t expecting.

“Ohhh,” an accent reacted to the sight.

My eyes narrowed. I turned around.

Antoine stood there, fully in the room, eyes on me. He looked both amused and impressed.

“Didn’t think I’d come to you looking like this,” he said with a small laugh.

“I didn’t think you’d come at all,” I said, pushing myself upright.

He grabbed his crotch, already hard beneath his clothes. “Had to find a way to leave without Lorraine asking too many questions.”

He undid his belt and dropped his pants, revealing an unshaved, uncut hard-on.

I stared, caught somewhere between shock and hunger.

“Still free?” he asked.

I didn’t answer. I just turned back around, lifted myself higher, and waited.

Antoine knelt behind me, his hands a little unsteady as he squeezed the lube.

He paused.

“I’ve never fucked a guy before,” he said, almost like he was saying it more to himself than to me.

I looked back over my shoulder and gave him a slow grin. "Let’s see what you’ve been missing."

Then I arched my back and gave a playful wiggle, my ass up and waiting.

“So stop talking,” I said. “And fuck me already.”

His breath caught, and I felt the bed shift as he moved closer. The bottle gave another loud squirt. He pressed into me, slow at first, then shoved all the way in, stretching me open with one hard thrust. His hips slammed against the backs of my thighs. The bed groaned beneath us. My body rocked forward, chest low, ass high.

He was in his fifties but didn’t move like it. He fucked me like he’d been holding it in for years. Sweat gathered along his graying hair and dropped onto my back. His breath got heavier. He muttered something in French, like he needed more from me.

“Tu le prends, yeah? Take it just like that.”

My dick throbbed against the mattress, the friction making my stomach tighten. I wanted him deeper. He grabbed my hips harder. His pace didn’t slow.

In the mirror across from the bed, I saw everything. My body stretched out, chest pressed low to the sheets, ass arched high, bouncing with every thrust. My dark skin shimmered under the dim light. Antoine’s pale hands gripped my waist tight, his knuckles white like he was holding on for dear life.

His biceps flexed with every movement, veins rising as he pumped into me harder. Sweat rolled down his arms and splattered onto my back. His hips snapped forward over and over, the sound of skin slapping echoing around the room.

My mouth dropped open as I watched myself take it, watched him disappear inside me again and again. I bit down on my lip to muffle the moan building in my throat, but the walls couldn’t hold back what my body needed to say.

I shoved Antoine onto the bed and climbed on top, straddling his hips. My dick was hard and bouncing as I grabbed his cock, and lined it up. I sank down onto him, groaning at the stretch. My hands pressed against his chest, fingers digging into the soft gray hair scattered across it. I started to ride him hard.

He bucked up to meet me. Off rhythm at first, still figuring it out, but he caught on fast. Each thrust landed with more power than the last, his hips slapping up into me like he couldn’t get enough. It was his first time with a guy. My first with someone his age. The heat between us built fast, no hesitation, just raw want.

“Didn’t think you’d fuck this good,” I said, voice rough, my breath catching.

Antoine’s hands gripped my ass tighter. “Calisse, you’re tight. Don’t slow down.”

He smacked my ass. The sting made me moan, pushed me to move faster. Sweat dripped from my face onto his stomach. Our bodies slammed into each other in sync. I rode him harder, chasing the edge, sweat dripping from my chest onto his as he lay flat beneath me. His hands gripped my thighs tight, digging into the flesh, holding me in place as he thrust up one last time with force.

His breath hitched.

“Fuck… son,” he gasped, voice breaking into a low moan.

His hips bucked once, then again, and I felt him twitch inside me. His whole body tensed under mine.

Then he came.

He pulled out fast, stroking himself with urgency. His abs tensed. Head tipped back. Thick ropes of cum shot up, splashing hot onto his stomach, dripping down over the curve of his belly as he shuddered and let it all go.

I watched him the whole time, panting, turned on beyond belief by how undone he looked. His eyes fluttered open, chest rising fast as he caught his breath.

I leaned over him, one hand on the bed, the other brushing through the mess he left on his skin.

“You okay?” I asked, still breathless.

“Tabarnak,” he whispered, still trying to catch his breath. “You’re trouble.”

I smiled, still straddling him, and leaned down close.

Antoine cleaned himself up without saying much, just a soft look in my direction as he got dressed. His movements were slow, like his body was still catching up to what we’d done. I followed him to the door, still naked, the heat of him lingering on my skin.

The second he opened it, there was a knock. Standing there was Wilson, hand raised midair, about to make contact.

Antoine froze. His shoulders tensed, and for a split second he looked like a deer caught in headlights. He ducked his head and muttered something quick under his breath, slipping past Wilson without making eye contact. He disappeared down the hall like he hoped he’d never be recognized.

I stood in the doorway, still catching my breath, and looked at Wilson.

There was something about him. That black masculine beauty. He was tall, broad-shouldered, with thick arms that stretched the seams of his tank. His chest looked solid. Veins lined his forearms, and his hands were large, the kind that could grip hard and hold you where they wanted.

I stared without hiding it, letting my eyes drag down his body. I pictured his hands on my waist, his chest against my back, his arms keeping me right where he needed me. He looked me over once, quick and cool, but it was enough to make the air feel tight between us.

I let out a breath, cock hard and aching for attention. I had not cummed yet, and I needed it. I needed to cum from him.

Without a word, I reached for him, pulled him in by the wrist, and shut the door behind us.

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I lifted him up, and he wrapped his legs around my waist. I pushed his back against the wall and bit his bottom lip. He groaned, and then I slid my tongue in his mouth. We began to kiss. Our tongues wrestled with one another. My hands cuffed his cheeks as we made out. He ran his hand down my back and over my ass.

He gripped my cakes and became aggressive with the way he touched me. He was hungry for it. The feel of my soft flesh must have been an extreme turn-on. I could feel his cock throbbing in his shorts. It was pressed directly against my cock. The twitching of his cock made my own cock twitch. I broke away from the kiss and gave his jaws a squeeze. His mouth opened, and I spat in his mouth. He swallowed it like a good boy. The look in his eyes changed from submissive to hungry. I then found myself wanting to see something else. I was no longer in the mood for his sweet ass. No, I wanted to ride his Latin cock.

“I think it’s time we make you a real man,” I said.

“Aren’t I already,” he asked with an innocent blush.

“No. Not till you put this fat cock in my tight ass,” I said as I tugged on his thick uncut dick.

“Fuck,” he uttered in pleasure.

“You want to put all this dick inside of me,” I asked him.

“What if I’m not good,” he asked while nodding his head.

“Don’t worry. I’ll teach you,” I said to him.

**\* 

I dropped Theo on the bed. He quickly sat up and pulled his dick out. That fat, uncut meat looked so tempting and tasty. I sat next to him and wrapped my hand around his fat cock, and began to stroke it for him. He moaned as his body shivered from my sensual touch.

I pulled him into a kiss. His soft lips felt like rose petals. Theo kicked his underwear off, and I quickly devoured his cock. I swallowed it to the base. My tongue slid along the sides of his thick shaft and then down the base. The taste of his velvety skin was better than I wanted to admit.

His cock leaked precum into my mouth. My taste buds clamored for more of his flavor. He started to fuck my mouth. The little stud was learning fast. His enlarged member tapped the back of my throat repeatedly. Over and over, his balls tapped my chin.  I pulled his cock out of my mouth and watched my saliva drip from it.

“Sit on my face,” I told him.

He quickly obeyed. My tongue slid back inside his tight, warm, and wet ass. He wrapped his hand around my dick and began to stroke my member. He opened his mouth and swallowed my cock. As I raised my hips to fuck his throat, he slid a finger into my tightness.

I pushed my tongue deeper into his ass. His tongue swirled around the head of my dick. We were both moaning and making nasty sounds that could have been heard for miles had the music not been so loud from the party below us. I slapped his fat ass cheeks. He rolled off me, and I flipped onto my hands and knees.

“You sure,” he asked like some nervous pup.

I looked back at him, “Yeah. You want it?”

“Hell yeah,” he said as he stroked his angry cock.

He looked so sexy standing there naked with his hard dick in his hand. He was stroking and twisting the pink head of his cock. His balls looked full. His chest was rising and falling over and over again. He wanted it. It was time for him to man up and get rid of that V-Card in all areas.

I spread my ass so he could see my tight hole. He stopped stroking his cock and just stared at it. His mouth hung open, and I made my pretty little hole wink at him. He chuckled lightly. His dick dripped with precum. I wet my finger and ran it across my smooth ring.

“Come fuck my pussy,” I commanded of him.

He quickly stepped up behind me. He lined his dick up with my slick entrance. The head of his cock pressed directly against me. He pushed, and I opened up like a wallet waiting to be spent. We both groaned as his thick dick breached, spread, and slid inside of me.

“Oh fuck,’ he cried out. “Dude, it feels so good. It’s so tight.”

I chuckled, “Just nice and easy. Push it all in and let your body do what comes naturally.”

Every inch of his smooth dick slid inside of me. He started to move his hips back and forth fucking my ass. I tighten the muscles in my ass around his dick. He picked up his pace and started to hammer my hole. I could feel my cheeks clapping as he gripped my shoulders. His heavy nuts tapped into my taint over and over.

“Fuck me, Theo,” I encouraged him.

His dick pounded me harder and harder. He started to groan uncontrollably. I felt his cock expand inside of me. He humped into me harder and slightly reckless. Nevertheless, his dick felt amazing, hitting my favorite spot. I moaned and pleaded for him to fuck me harder. His thick dick was hitting my depths at just the right angle. It felt almost like my hole had been made for his cock and his cock for my hole.  

“Tavares, I’m bout to cum,” he cried.

“Do it. Breed me,” I exclaimed.

He moaned louder and slammed into my hot furnace harder and deeper. His cock twitched, and I felt my insides flood with hot cum. It filled me up nicely. He gasped and panted as his dick slowly moved in and out of my cum soaked ass. He bent over my back and kissed the side of my neck. He pulled his dick out of me. I turned around and kissed him. As I kissed him, I wrapped my hand around his dick. He was still hard as ever.

“You want some more,” I asked.

He nodded his head, “I can fuck you again?”

I smiled and answered, “Yes.”

I removed his glasses and looked into his eyes. I stuck my tongue out and ran it across his lips.

“Good because that felt so good,” he said with an innocent laugh.

He sat on the edge of the bed with his dick sticking straight up. I looked at it. It was twitching, and it looked so good. I wrapped my hand around the shaft of his cock. The skin was smooth and warm. I could feel his blood pumping. I began to stroke his length. My hand slowly moved up and down as he let out these soft, low moans. He started to leak precum all over my hand. I used his fluids to help stroke his cock.

“I guess I’m a leaker when I’m excited,” he said.

“That’s hot. It looks good,” I huffed.

“Taste good.”

I raised an eyebrow, and then I leaned over and took his dick into my mouth. He let out a deep sigh. I worked my neck, taking more of him in my mouth. My lips slid up and down his hard shaft as I stroked myself. He placed a hand on the back of my head, making me take more of his pretty dick. He sighed and encouraged me to take him deeper into my mouth. His smell and taste ran free in my mouth. I deep-throated his entire rod.

“Oh fuck! You’re gonna make me cum,” he shouted out as he pulled me off his dick.

I was so confused until he pushed me on my back. I hiked my legs up; my tight hole winked at him. He smirked and ran his fat, heavy tongue across my hole. It sent tingles through my toes. He took his time and rolled his tongue across my taint and then sucked on the outer ring of my ass. I liked how he was suddenly becoming confident and going for what he wanted.

I moaned, “Oh my God.”

Theo worked his tongue inside my hole. He used it like it was a spear and spread my walls. I could feel it darting in and out of my hole. I closed my eyes and let his tongue work its magic on my good boy pussy.

He said, “I wanna cum again.”

“Do it. Cum inside me again,” I said as I slid my finger into my wet hole.

He took his dick and slapped it in his open hand. He didn’t need to say anything else. He pushed his dick against my hole, and it slid right inside of me. My body offered zero resistance. He groaned as he bottomed out in me. His balls came to rest against mine. I could feel every inch of his dick buried deep in me. He started to fuck me slowly. My dick grew harder as he pumped into me.

My walls turned into mush, and he picked up the pace and urgency in his stroke game. I rocked my body back and forth on his dick. He sucked my ear into his mouth and let his warm breath trickle down my skin. His dick slid deeper into my hole. The moans in me grew louder. He sat directly in my ass and pounded my backside.

He pulled all the way out and slammed back inside of me. I wrapped my hand around my fat meat and stroked as I took Theo’s dick over and over. My body felt like it was on fire. Moans and moans on top of moans flowed through us. He continued on his journey of fucking me. I lost track. I just knew I liked what was being done to me. I couldn’t stop stroking my cock. Theo was hitting my spot, and I loved it.

I extended my legs out into a split basically, and he pounded me harder and faster. Theo wrapped his arm around my neck and drove his dick inside of me. Each time he bottomed out, his pelvis smashed into my cakes and made them bounce and shake. He moved his hand down my back and then ran them over my cheeks. That cherry dick was perfect. He knew what to do without me saying a single damn word.

“Fuck! Pound my hole, Theo,” I cried out to him.

He started to drill my ass harder and faster. He reached around and took my throbbing dick into his hand. He slowly stroked me as he fucked me. It sent a rush of pleasure flowing through my body. My body responded by bouncing back and forth on his cock. I fucked myself on his dick like a cheap slut.

“Can you ride me,” he asked as he kissed my ear.

I nodded my head. He pulled out of me and fell on his back on the bed. I straddled him reverse cowgirl. I wanted him to see my ass cheeks clapping as I rode his fat dick. I eased down on him, and he quickly started to fuck up into me. I bounced up and down, meeting his movements as my cock swung and throbbed.

My movements were perfect. I worked every muscle in my anus. My walls clung around his cock. I could feel the muscles in his body tense up and try to fight off his ejaculation. He pounded my hole harder and faster. I worked his pole. His fat dick punched against my magical spot bringing me closer to the edge than I wanted to be. His toes curled, and his balls swelled. I could see it coming.

“I’m gonna fucking cum,” he screamed.

I stroked my cock harder and faster. The wave hit, and I blew it. I moaned out my cock erupted. Hot white cum covered me completely. His dick swelled in my ass, and then he blew his load. He once again painted my insides white. I rolled over next to him. He was breathing hard. I put his glasses back on him. He looked at me with this big grin on his face.

“Was I any good,” he asked.

“Yeah. With practice, I can make you excellent,” I told him.

“I just fucked,” he said excitedly. “It was so good. Teach me everything.”

I ran my hand down his chest and over his stomach. He inhaled and exhaled as he watched my movements. My hand slid through his pubes and down the shaft of his cock. I grazed his balls, and he spread his legs. My finger ran along the length of his taint, and then I found his sweet little hole. It was still wet and gapping from my earlier efforts. I eased my finger inside of him, and he let out a moan. I opened my mouth and engulfed his slowly rising cock.

“Oh shit,” he moaned.

I slowly moved my lips and mouth up and down his dick. He loved the feeling I was giving him. He placed his hand on the back of my head just as I added a second finger to his hole. My fingers eased in and out of Theo’s gorgeous ass.

“Tavares,” Derrick said as he opened the bedroom door.

We both jumped and quickly tried to cover up with the covers. Derrick stepped into the bedroom, closed the door, and locked it.

“Well,” he began. “I see the real party is up here.”

“We weren’t doing anything,” Theo lied to him.

“I’m not gonna tell. I don’t see why we can’t all have a little fun,” he said.

Theo and I both watched as Derrick began to undress. I knew where his head was at. He knew Theo was cherry, and he wanted some of it.

I called out, “Derrick, it’s done, man. I got all the cherries.”

He frowned, and then he said, “Not all of them. He still got that DP cherry. We taking all your cherries tonight, Theo.”

The idea of both of us stretching Theo’s pussy out at the same time made my dick jump. Derrick dropped his pants and underwear, and Theo’s eyes lit up like a whore. The boy may have started off thinking he was straight, but I knew for sure he was dick-crazy, and we were about to further test his limits. Tonight, we are taking all the cherry! It was time to DP that ass!

TO BE CONTINUED

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So, I've been playing soccer for a while now and I've always been pretty good at keeping my head down and focusing on the game. But recently, one of my teammates has been getting really out of hand with his homophobic bullshit. I'm not out, but it's gotten to the point where I can't take it anymore.

To be fair, I'm an easy target lol. I'm small, 5'4", 120 pounds. Blonde. Body lean and toned from soccer, but overall a super easy target for bullies like Mike. Plus I wear glasses. Kiss of death.

Anyway I finally mustered up the courage to talk to our coach about it, and I'll be honest, I was expecting some kind of support.

Coach Thompson is a big, burly bear of a man, standing at 6'5" and weighing well over 300 pounds. His hair is salt and pepper, his beard all thick and unkempt. Intimidating as hell. I went to see him after practice and told him about the stuff my teammate had been saying. He listened, nodding along, and when I was done, he just looked at me and said, "I knew it. I knew there was something off about you."

"What do you mean?" I asked, a knot forming in my stomach.

Coach Thompson leaned in closer. "I've seen the way you look at Mike, the way you blush when he calls you names. Don't deny it, I know the signs."

I know I turned bright red. I tried to deny it, but the coach cut me off. "Don't lie to me, kid. I've seen the way your cock reacts when he calls you that. It's pathetic, really."

Yeah I tried to deny it, but the coach was right. Every time Mike called me a queer, I couldn't help but get a little turned on. It was disgusting, but I couldn't control it.

He paused for a moment, then continued, "I'm sorry, but I can't have that kind of behavior on my team. You're a good player, but I'm afraid I'll have to kick you off."

I was shocked. "What? I... don't think that's legal?"

He leaned in again, his voice lowering to a whisper. "You can try to fight me on it, of course. But it'll blow up pretty big. Be sure that's what you want." And he paused and looked right in my eyes. "Queer."

And of course by now I know what's coming. And of course my cock starts getting hard as hell.

"But I'll make you a deal. Submit to me like a good boy, I won't tell anyone about your... preferences."

I was speechless. This was insane. But I didn't want to lose my spot on the team - and YES coach IS super hot - so I reluctantly agreed.

He got up and locked his office door. He pushed me against the wall and started kissing me, his tongue forcing its way into my mouth. I tried to push him away, but he was much stronger than me. He ripped off my clothes and his own, and before I knew it, he was shoving his massive cock into my mouth.

It was the biggest cock I'd ever seen, and it tasted salty and musky. I tried to gag as he forced it down my throat, but he just grunted and kept going. He fucked my mouth hard and fast, his balls slapping against my chin. I could feel my throat stretching around his cock, and I knew I was going to be sore for days.

He started talking dirty to me, calling me a slut and a cocksucker, telling me how much he'd always wanted to fuck a little twink like me. He picked up the pace again, pounding into my mouth without mercy.

Finally, after what felt like forever, he came in my mouth. He pulled out and zipped up his pants, smiling at me. "Good boy. Now, get dressed and get out of here. Don't tell anyone about this, or I'll make sure you never play soccer again."

I stumbled out of his office, my throat throbbing in pain. I didn't say anything to anyone about what had happened, but I knew I would be back. It was really bad and really good. I needed coach's cock again. In my ass this time.

This was ten years ago. I was 19 at the time. Pretty twinkish back then: 5'11/125 lbs, and had recently decided to act on my bicuriosity.

I had recently discovered CL and had exchanged a few nudes and messages with some guys. I found I was getting especially turned on by talking to bigger, bearish guys.

One afternoon, I received a message from someone from CL. He was late 30s, white, and had a really nice bearbod. he also had a really nice uncut cock. I was really curious about uncut cocks as I am cut, so he was really checking a lot of my boxes.

He invited me over to suck his cock and I bit the bullet and said yes. Within five minutes I was in a cab enroute to his place, shitting myself with nerves.

I got to his place pretty quickly and met him in his apartment. We exchanged pleasantries as he led me to his room. He sat on his bed and asked me to strip for him. I did, although because of my nerves I didn't make much of a show of it.

Once I was naked, I walked over to him and he drew me into him and started kissing and licking and nibbling my body.

After doing that, I got on my knees and pulled his gym shorts (which his throbbing cock was already poking through) down and immediately took him in my mouth.

He was already pretty precummy. I absolutely loved the taste, wiping globs of his pre-cum on my lips and tongue.

He said he was already close to cumming and told me to lick his balls instead, so I started sucking and licking his balls instead which he loved.

Every now and again he'd cock slap me while I played with his balls which really turned me on, so much so that I had to get his cock in my mouth again.

I slid my tongue up the shaft of his cock and felt it immediately harden and swell up. I took his cock in my mouth and started sucking as deep as my first-time gag reflex could manage. He started moaning and groaning and pretty soon he started filling my mouth with his cum. I swallowed every last drop like a good boy, and then he pulled me into his bed with him and started kissing me all over - my lips, my neck, nipples and abdomen - everywhere but my cock.

We kept making out for a good 10-15 minutes - I was finding out I really loved another guys hands and mouth all over me - and I could feel his cock getting hard again.

In between deep french kissing I asked if he wanted to try fucking me. I told him I didn't prepare at all but if he wanted to try it he could.

He said absolutely and flipped me over and started kissing and licking my hole. Soon, I could feel his lubed-up fingers teasing and probing my hole and I got so, so turned on. I had my head down and ass up in a stranger's face and I was in heat, my cock throbbing and juicing pre-cum.

After playing with my hole a bit he turned me around and threw my legs over his head. He slipped a condom on and slowly pressed the head of his cock against my hole.

It really hurt as he eased himself inside me, but I was really turned on so I told him to keep going. He took one of my feet and started kissing and licking my toes as he slowly eased his cock inside me, which also really turned me on.

After a minute or so of slowly fighting and breaking in my hole, he was almost completely inside me and slowly thrusting as we slowly made out.

Soon, I felt almost no pain and could feel this really intense, overwhelming (in a good way) pressure building inside me as he fucked me.

I told him to fuck me harder and he did. It felt so good feeling his wait crash down on my as he thrust himself in and out of me.

I told him to fuck me harder and he started pounding me. He made me suck a few of his fingers before pulling them out and slapping me, making me moan like a slut.

I asked him to put his hands on my neck and gently choke me. He did, sometimes putting a thumb in my mouth. I was finding out in real-time that my suspicions about loving cock and being used and abused were true.

I asked him if I could try riding him and he said absolutely. He lay down and I hopped onto his cock, sliding him inside me without a problem (my hole almost inhaled his cock lol).

I started riding him, grinding his cock as deep inside me as it could go. I was leaking pre-cum and started stroking my cock as I rode him. I was moaning like a whore in heat, trying my best to edge myself as I bounced up and down on his cock.

I leaned back while riding him, letting go of my cock so I could balance myself properly. He immediately grabbed my cock and started jerking me off. It felt so fucking good, and within seconds I was cumming all over him.

He started spooning my cum off his chest and putting it in his mouth. He told me to ride him harder so I leaned forward and started bouncing on his cock like my life depended on making him cum. He started spooning some of my cum into my mouth before pulling me down to him and kissing my cum covered lips. As we kissed he started to grunt and moan and grabbed my waist and started thrusting as hard and deep inside me as he could go, pinning me to his body with our tongues buried in each other's mouths. He came really hard, holding me so tight I could barely move as he fucked my virgin hole like a flashlight.

After he came we lay in bed a bit, had a little nap, before parting. We never hooked up again but he did start a lifelong interest in older, bigger guys in me.

This is a continuation of Part 1.

It had been hard to shake off the dream I’d had the night before. Kailash — his body, his closeness — felt different now. More electric.

We were both on the college swim team that semester. Practice was most evenings after class. The next class was no different — except for the way I was looking at him.

We were all in our red Speedos. Thin, tight, and clinging to every curve. Kailash looked insanely good in his. His lean body made the red glow against his fair skin. He was slim and soft but filled out in all the right places. His bubble butt filled the back of his Speedo. The suit rode up when he moved, showing just a sliver of cheek now and then. In front, the fabric hugged the shape of his cock — full, thick at the base and curving slightly to the side. I could tell that he wasn’t big but just the perfect size. 

We started with laps around the pool to warm up. The air was thick and humid, the concrete still hot from the afternoon sun. After just a couple rounds, sweat was dripping down both of us. I watched a bead trail down Kailash’s neck, glide over his back, and vanish beneath the waistband of his Speedo. His suit had started to darken, clinging tighter to him, outlining everything. My eyes kept going there — to the way it hugged his ass, to the faint shape of his cock shifting against the fabric as he ran.

At one point, he slipped his fingers into the side of his Speedo to adjust himself. It was normal — we all did it. But watching him do it now felt anything but. The way his fingers disappeared inside, tugged slightly, how I saw the outline of his cock shift — it did something to me. Just a few seconds, but I couldn’t look away.

I couldn’t stop imagining it resting warm in my palm, the soft weight of it pressing into my skin. I wanted to wrap my fingers around it. I wanted to cup his ass, feel it flex under my hands, pull him in close until our bodies touched — sweaty, skin slick and warm from the heat. 

I imagined my hand slipping past the waistband of his Speedo, fingers running through the soft hair just above his cock — damp with sweat, warm, slightly matted from the heat and movement. I wanted to feel that, to run my hands through his hair to the base of his cock. 

Later, during a break between laps in the water, we were hanging at the edge of the pool, catching our breath. My arm brushed his thigh under the surface — slow, deliberate. Like an accident I wanted to happen. He didn’t move. I glanced over. He smiled — calm, like he knew.

Then his hand found my shoulder, warm, steady. His fingers spread slightly, like he wasn’t just resting it there — like he meant to touch me. And in that moment, something shifted inside me. A line blurred.

The next lap we swam closer. Our arms touched. When we finished, treading water near the wall, I let my hand rest on his thigh. He didn’t flinch. My heart thudded in my chest. Slowly, I slid my hand higher — over the front of his Speedo. I felt it — his cock, soft but full, resting along his thigh. I stayed there, fingers light, testing. Soft, warm, real — resting thick against my palm under the slick fabric, uncut from the way it felt. My heart was pounding. My cock throbbed against the clingy nylon of my Speedos. He didn’t say anything. Didn’t move away. Instead, his thigh pressed against mine, warm underwater contact that made my whole body buzz. 

That made me bold enough to try again.

I let my hand drift back down, then up again. My fingers moved across his thigh, then curved gently over the front of his Speedo. I cupped him softly, just enough to feel the shape of his cock under the fabric. Still soft, but thick, and warm. I let my palm settle there, then began to move, just a little. A slow, careful caress. I traced the length of him with my fingers, following the curve, brushing the head through the fabric. I let my pointer finger find the tip of his cock and applied gentle pressure. His cock twitched. We were both still, he lifted his eyes to the sky and exhaled. His hand found my thigh and gripped it.

We were asked to do another lap and I didn’t attempt anything again primarily to get my raging hard on down.

Then we headed to the showers. In India, guys don’t shower naked in communal spaces — it’s too conservative. Everyone kept their Speedos on. But that didn’t stop the view from being anything short of stunning. Dozens of bodies, soaked, glistening, red fabric clinging to bulges and butts. 

But I was only watching one person.

Kailash stood right next to me under the stream. The water poured down over his chest, slipping into the waistband of his Speedo. It was bulging — more than usual. 

I pulled the front of my Speedo open and let the water in, slipping my hand inside to rub soap across my cock, my balls. Rinsing slowly, carefully. I could feel him doing the same beside me. 

For the briefest second, the waistband stretched and there it was — his cock. Smaller than mine, soft and delicate, framed by a plush, dark patch. The skin was smooth, the tip just visible beneath the fold. I didn’t breathe. Then it vanished again.

Then he shifted under the stream, turning slightly, water sliding down his back. He reached behind, fingers disappearing under the stretched fabric of his Speedo, rubbing slow circles to clean himself. The suit rode up just enough to tease a glimpse of cheek, flexing as he moved. I copied him without thinking, slipping my own hand behind me, pretending it was about rinsing — but really, I was imagining it was his hand instead of mine. Imagining touching him there.

We didn’t say anything after the shower. I could feel the heat, tension, and fear. All I knew was I wanted him.

We got dressed in silence. I kept stealing glances at him — wondering if he felt what I was feeling, if he enjoyed my touch and whether I had stirred anything in him too.

We walked back in the dark to the hostel. Normally we’d talk but this time we were quiet. We walked slowly, side by side, brushing shoulders now and then. 

Halfway there, he reached over and held my hand. His fingers slipped into mine. Just like that. Soft, warm, sure. We walked like that the rest of the way.

At the hostel door we let go and then continued on to our separate rooms. 

More in part 3.

Part 1: I shouldn't Be Looking At Dylan Like That
All characters in this story are 18+

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Part 7: Dylan Is In Control

I stayed there on my knees, pulse pounding in my ears, eyes locked on Dylan’s. His grip on my hair was firm, commanding, but not painful—more like a leash he knew I wasn’t going to try breaking. His stare bore into me, daring me, testing me.

“Look at you,” he said softly, almost amused. “Didn’t take much, did it?”

I could feel my face flush, but I didn’t back down. “You act like I didn’t make you beg last night,” I said, my voice rough with pride—and something hungrier underneath.

Dylan gave a low laugh, then finally released my hair, fingers trailing through it before he sat back again. “Fair,” he muttered. “But I’m still the one in control now.”

His legs remained spread, casual, confident, like he was daring me to make another move. 

I stayed still, heart thundering in my chest, staring up at him from the floor. Dylan hadn’t moved—his legs still spread, eyes burning into me with a heat that stripped me bare.

He leaned forward just slightly, one elbow on his knee, his fingers slowly brushing over his own thigh like he was in no rush. Like he knew I wasn’t going anywhere.

“Say it,” he said, voice low, smooth like velvet with something dangerous underneath. “Say I’m in control.”

My breath caught, throat suddenly dry. He wasn’t asking for a joke, or a tease. This was a moment—the moment—and I could feel the weight of it settling over both of us.

“I…” I started, but the words tangled.

He tilted his head. “Come on, spaghetti noodle. You wanted to play? Let’s play for real. Say it.”

His voice wrapped around me, and I felt something crack open in my chest. My pride, my resistance—it all flickered under that stare, under his voice. And it felt good. Too good.

“You’re in control, Dylan” I whispered, the words slipping out shakier than I meant.

Dylan’s eyes lit up with a slow, pleased smile, like he’d just claimed something important. “Louder, Boy!"

My throat tightened. I looked up at him, every nerve in my body on fire, and I said it again, this time stronger, firmer—because I meant it. “You’re in control, sir”

He let out a low hum of approval and leaned back, arms draped lazily across the top of the couch like a king surveying his throne.

“Good boy,” he said, and I swear my entire body reacted to the praise like it was wired into me.

My knees pressed into the carpet, tension humming through me. His control wasn’t physical—it didn’t have to be. It was how he looked at me, how he talked to me. Like he could see every inch of my need, every stubborn little part I’d tried to hold back—and loved making it unravel.

He reached down, hand curling under my chin, tilting my face up toward him. His thumb traced my bottom lip, slow and deliberate, like he was memorizing it.

His eyes flicked down to my mouth, then back up to mine, holding me there like a command already spoken.

“Lick it,” Dylan said, his voice low and rough with authority. “There’s your prize.”

My breath hitched, body tightening at the sound of his voice—so sure, so calm, like he owned the moment and knew it.

“Open your mouth,” he continued, the pad of his thumb pressing just slightly more into my lip, enough to make my heart stutter. “And take a good feel of what you’ve been wanting for so long, Troy.”

He guided my face back down, letting me drag my lips along the heavy length of his cock beneath his sweats. The heat of him soaked through the thin fabric, pulsing against my mouth. I didn’t kiss—just let my breath wash over him, slow and deliberate.

“Damn,” Dylan murmured, looking down at me with that lazy, cocky grin. “Would you look at that? Mouth’s already salivating.”

I rolled my eyes, lips ghosting over the bulge. “It’s called anticipation, not thirst.”

“Sure,” he snorted. “Tell that to the drool you just left all over my bulge.”

I blinked, cheeks flushing as I pulled back just enough to see it—yep. There it was. A dark wet spot spread across the front of his sweats across his bulge, right where my mouth had been,

Dylan raised an eyebrow and looked real damn proud of himself. “Wow. Didn’t know I had that effect on you, spaghetti boy.”

“Don’t flatter yourself,” I muttered, trying to play it cool. “Gravity’s to blame.”

“Mmhm,” he said, stretching his arms behind his head, chest flexing just to taunt me. “That’s what you'd say right before you'd choke on it.”

My eyes flicked up at him. “I thought you were straight…”

Dylan’s grin deepened, slow and wicked. “Not for you, Troy.” His voice dropped, thick and deliberate. “The way you arched your ass into me last night? The way you look at me like you need me? I wanna show you exactly what happens when you tempt me like that.”

The air around us buzzed as he sat up slightly, gaze locked on mine, full of heat and authority.

“Take off my sweats, boy.”

My breath hitched. My hands moved without thinking, fingers slipping under the waistband, brushing hot skin. His abs twitched beneath my touch, the soft fabric dragging slowly as I peeled it down, inch by torturous inch. I didn’t rush—my fingertips grazed over his hips, down the sharp lines of his pelvis, tracing the heat radiating off him.

As I eased his sweats down past his hips, his cock sprang free—thick, hard, and heavy, slapping up against his abs with a soft, solid sound. My breath caught in my throat. There was no more guessing now. No teasing. It was right there, hard and ready, and bigger than I’d let myself imagine.

Dylan looked down at me, smug as ever, that grin tugging at the corner of his lips. “There it is,” he said, voice low and dripping with cocky satisfaction. “What you’ve been staring at every time I stretch.”

He leaned back slightly, one hand resting behind his head, the other lazily stroking the base, like he had all the time in the world. “Now…” He tilted his head, smirk sharpening. “Let’s see how that smart mouth of yours feels.”

Then his voice dropped, all tease and command rolled into one:

“C’mon, Troy. Bring that tongue closer to my balls.”

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